That curse brought back from the Iron Whale—the disease that had turned Doctor Laisen into a Strange Fish.
He had been infected too.
And so far, there was no cure.
Mo Shui continued staring at him, curiosity gleaming in her beady eyes.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
Lu Yuan looked at Mo Shui's serious expression, fell silent for a moment, then finally sighed.
"There are indeed some things."
His voice was weary.
"But now isn't the time to talk about them."
"Once I've dealt with what's at hand, I'll tell you."
Mo Shui stared at him for a while, as though judging whether he was telling the truth.
In the end, she did not press him further.
"Forget it."
She retreated into the Notebook, leaving only her beady eyes exposed.
"Anyway, you're not my Host. If you die, I'll take care of Mina and remember your kindness."
There was a trace of helplessness and worry in her tone, though it was quickly hidden beneath her sharp tongue.
"If you run into trouble, remember to tell me early."
"Don't wait until things are beyond saving before remembering this Book Spirit."
Lu Yuan nodded.
"I know."
He looked at the Holy Water Cup in his hand and thought to himself:
This thing might temporarily ease the effects of the Strange Dream.
Low-grade Holy Water could restore sanity. Though the effect was limited, he had never drunk Holy Water before. It should at least help him hold on a little longer.
But a complete cure...
He still needed to find another way.
He raised his head and looked out the window.
The sun had risen, and the dense fog outside was gradually dispersing.
After the church carriage vanished around the street corner, Lu Yuan returned to the clinic and shut the half-door