[Doctor] Adrian Blackthorne
"Patient Name: Victor Grimm (Male)"
"Case Number: 005"
"Date: July 21, New Era 583"
"Age: 41 (Born November 09, New Era 541)"
"Address: No. 103 Central Avenue, Ravenmoor Harbor, Blackridge City"
"Family Background: Wife (Elena Grimm) deceased; son (Lucas Grimm) went missing two months ago."
"Symptoms: Patient has lost partial sanity, mimics lupine behavior, and firmly believes he is a werewolf."
"Preliminary Diagnosis: lycanthropy delusion"
"Cause of Onset: Unknown"
"Treatment Record 1: After injecting the patient with sedatives, the patient briefly regained sanity. Upon learning he had accidentally killed his wife, the patient grew sharp teeth and thick fur, completely losing his sanity. Diagnosed as 'beastialization'."
"Treatment Record 2: The transformed patient still retained some human characteristics. After infusing 1.5L of human blood, instead of suppressing the beastialization, it accelerated it, causing the patient to completely lose human traits. It is speculated that the patient has consumed human flesh before."
Adrian pulled back the hammer with his right thumb, wiped away the remaining gunpowder residue from the edge of the cylinder, and slid the Colt revolver back into its holster.
After snapping the brass buckle shut, he pulled out the fountain pen tucked into his left breast pocket and continued recording in the patient's medical record:
"Treatment Record 3: Used the specific medicine, silver bullets, to cure the patient's pain."
"Sigh..."
Having finished the entry, Adrian Blackthorne looked at the patient's corpse on the ground and couldn't help but let out a low sigh.
A bottle of sedative cost 20 pence, 50 fluid ounces (about 1.5L) of human blood cost 13 shillings and 7 pence, and one silver bullet cost 55 pence.
This didn't even include the house call fee or surgical fee.
The cost alone was a loss of 19 shillings and 10 pence.
It had been nearly three months since he was struck by the Truck of Destiny and sent to this world.
Not only had he failed to pay off the debts left by his predecessor, but he was also sinking deeper into debt.
If this continued, he felt he would have to sell his own blood to repay the debt.
"An Outsider's blood should fetch a good price, right?"
Adrian joked self-deprecatingly.
Fortunately, as a transmigrator, he naturally had a Golden Finger to help him deal with the supernatural forces of this world.
On a blank page of his medical record book, a mark that looked like it had been scratched by a beast's claw suddenly appeared, followed by the emergence of pitch-black handwriting.
"Recorded: Werewolf Transformation"
"Unlocked Ability: [Werewolf Transformation]"
"[Werewolf Transformation]: Transform into a werewolf.
Note: In the transformed state, your sanity will decrease. Staying transformed for a long period may lead to complete feralization."
"You have gained a deeper understanding of [Blood Source]."
"Dr. Adrian Blackthorne's Medical Record" was the name of his Golden Finger.
As for its abilities, he hadn't fully figured them out yet.
What he knew so far was that recording a complete special medical case would grant certain rewards, and it also had functions for identifying and storing special items.
It was quite good regardless.
Though it would be even better if he could manually allocate attribute points.
Seeing that he had gained an ability, Adrian flipped to the first page:
"Patient Name: Leon Hale (Adrian Blackthorne)"
"Case Number: 001"
"Date: June 13, New Era 583"
"Age: 24 (Born December 26, 2001 AD)"
"Identity: [Outsider]
(A traveler from a foreign land, always able to keenly perceive the abnormalities of the world.)"
"Class: [Doctor]"
"Family Background: Orphan"
"Symptoms: Patient often feels detached from reality, specifically manifesting as frequent dreaming and partial emotional deficit."
"Cause of Onset: The patient does not belong to this world."
"Treatment Record 1: After taking sedative medication, the patient's dreaming symptoms significantly improved."
"Experimental Record 1: After observing cruel punishments such as hanging, burning at the stake, and dismemberment, the patient showed no significant emotional fluctuations."
"Experimental Record 2: After being beaten without provocation, the patient experienced strong feelings of anger."
"Ability: [Werewolf Transformation]"
Adrian took a deep breath.
The blood in his body began to surge.
His heart emitted an engine-like thump-thump-thump sound.
His bones were the first to change.
His spine arched upward, pushing higher segment by segment, while his shoulder blades pushed out to the sides.
Thick gray-black fur burst from beneath his skin.
His face elongated, his jaw protruded forward, and his teeth rearranged inside the lengthening snout.
His ears rose upright.
His fingers thickened and blackened, turning into sharp claws.
A tail extended behind him.
Within seconds, Adrian Blackthorne had become a werewolf.
He observed himself carefully through the mirror.
The form reminded him of Jabra from One Piece.
It was almost identical.
The rustling of rats in the kitchen reached his ears clearly.
The scent of blood in the air grew stronger.
Even the movement of a spider in a corner was crystal clear.
"Strength, speed, and senses have all been significantly enhanced..."
Adrian muttered.
But soon, the overwhelming sounds and scents flooded his mind.
He began to feel irritated.
He kicked the wolf corpse on the ground.
An instinctive urge surged inside him—
to tear open the body and feast on fresh flesh.
He subconsciously licked his lips.
It felt as if the taste of blood had already spread across his tongue.
From somewhere, the faint sound of banquet music reached his ears.
Along with whispers:
"We will be together... inseparable..."
Adrian suddenly frowned.
In the next second—
he cancelled the transformation.
His body rapidly shrank.
The fur disappeared.
Bones returned to their normal positions.
In the blink of an eye, he was human again.
Only his clothes remained torn into pieces as they slowly fell to the ground.
Adrian sighed.
The price of those clothes was not cheap.
From that moment onward, he decided:
He would take off his clothes before using Werewolf Transformation.
After recording the experience in his medical record book, Adrian painted a Raven symbol on the wall using black pigment.
He found some loose clothes to wear.
Then he wrapped the corpse in a curtain and lifted it onto his back.
"Since I can't get a consultation fee..."
"I'll just use your corpse to cover the costs."
"You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
Pushing open the door, Adrian looked up at the sky.
Dark clouds covered Ravenmoor Harbor.
A torrential rain began to pour.
Judging by the intensity, the storm might last for hours.
He calmly wore a hooded cloak.
Then he placed the Silver Raven Plague Doctor Mask over his face.
And stepped onto Central Avenue.
The street remained lively.
Vendors shouted while selling vegetables, fish, and snacks.
But the sudden heavy rain forced people to gather under the roofs on both sides.
Some pedestrians calmly opened their umbrellas.
Their eyes swept across the crowd with indifference.
"Mama, why isn't that person hiding from the rain?"
A little girl asked.
Her mother turned her head.
The moment she saw the silver plague doctor mask, her expression changed.
She quickly pulled her daughter closer.
"Honey, Mama can't find Mrs. Bell who sells sweet cakes."
"Can you help Mama look for her?"
The little girl's eyes instantly brightened.
She stood on her toes and pointed excitedly.
"Mama! Sweet cakes—no—Auntie Bell is right there!"
The mother glanced once more at the mysterious figure disappearing into the rain.
Then she picked up her daughter and quickly walked toward the bakery.
A silver mask.
A corpse on his back.
And a doctor who hunted monsters.
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