Chapter 133

### Chapter 133: Class

In a park located one kilometer away from Saint Dian Hospital in the upper town of Igewent.

During the day, the leaves in the park rustled gently in the breeze, and the distant sound of church bells chimed. In a secluded corner of the park, a girl with long white hair, wearing a sun hat, a checkered blouse, and a brown skirt, with small leather boots, sat quietly on a bench, her eyes closed as if she were enjoying the surrounding tranquility.

Amidst the sounds of the wind and the bells, Dorothy slowly opened her eyes, taking a long breath as she looked at the serene scenery before her.

“Ha… I didn’t expect them to encounter such troubles. It’s a good thing I came to check; otherwise, it would have been disastrous.” Dorothy murmured to herself. Just earlier, she had overheard a conversation between doctors and nuns through a small zombie puppet in the hospital, discovering a significant problem.

After the villa battle, Dorothy had been taking a break for several days, spending her time reading, shopping, and drinking tea, easing her mind. During these days, she felt that the city, devoid of the Holy Communion, was incredibly relaxing, relieving all her stress at once.

While relaxing, Dorothy thought of Anna and the others, so she went to the orphanage to check on them, hoping to provide some comfort and confirm their recovery status. However, to her dismay, none of them had returned, leading Dorothy to conclude that their treatment might not yet be finished.

Afterward, wanting to understand the current situation of Anna and the others, Dorothy communicated in writing with Vania through the “Navigation of the Literary Sea.” From Vania, Dorothy learned that extraordinary injury treatments for ordinary people were typically handled by a special department within the city’s public hospitals, with support from the church and the An Yin Bureau.

The reason the hospital took charge was that such extraordinary injury sequelae generally came with other common illnesses or complications brought on by the extraordinary sequelae, thus requiring usual medical resources for treatment.

Having understood that extraordinary injury treatment was managed by a special department in a public hospital, Dorothy only needed to find the public hospital in Igewent, which had only one such facility—Saint Dian Hospital near the church.

Dorothy was much more adept in her subsequent actions. Using the small zombie puppet to infiltrate, she confirmed extraordinary traces through identification techniques and found the hidden special department. Inside, she discovered Anna and the others still undergoing treatment, and by eavesdropping on the doctors’ conversations, she became aware of the difficulties they were currently facing.

Dorothy was shocked to learn that the children had been severely affected by poison and drugs to the point that they had not yet recovered. She was even more surprised that the former wards of Viscount Field were now facing the risk of being unable to continue their treatment due to insufficient medical funds.

‘Sigh… This is a bit troublesome. If I don’t intervene, they might be sent to an insane asylum. However, I don’t know where to start… Am I expected to cover their medical expenses myself?’

Furrowing her brow slightly, Dorothy contemplated the situation. Having been in this hidden world for quite a while, she was well aware that anything related to the extraordinary came with exorbitant costs, and medical care here was no exception. From what she knew, treating addiction to the “Cup” substances required a long-term supply of “Stone” drugs, which she had previously bought from Audric and knew were extraordinarily expensive—just a few grams could cost more than an ordinary worker’s annual income. Not to mention the costs for poison recognition treatment.

Most of the seven children were suffering from severe poisoning, and eradicating it would not be simple. The total medical expenses for them would absolutely be a hefty sum, leading Dorothy to doubt whether her current financial resources could cover it.

“Well… I need to think of a more prudent plan…”

Rubbing her chin, Dorothy began to think silently, searching for a better solution.

As she watched the birds flying in the sky, Dorothy recalled the information from the doctors and nuns’ conversations, hoping to find some useful clues. After a short while, an idea struck her.

“Maybe… this is worth a try…”

Gazing up at the sky, Dorothy muttered.

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As day faded and night arrived.

In the dead of night at Saint Dian Hospital, Extraordinary Injury Treatment Department, there was a profound silence in the dimly lit corridor tinged with the sharp smell of medicine. A dark figure holding a gas lamp was hastily moving forward.

This figure was Dorothy, who had infiltrated a secret chamber within the hospital.

Although the Extraordinary Injury Treatment Department had certain security measures in place due to being a hidden department of the hospital, it was still significantly less secure compared to locations like the An Yin Bureau or the church since it primarily housed unfortunate patients without any critical assets.

Generally, security was only upgraded temporarily when important witnesses involved in significant cases were admitted, while at other times, the level of security was quite inadequate, mainly to prevent ordinary people from wandering in. For someone experienced like Dorothy, infiltrating such a place was relatively easy.

She used the small zombie puppet to steal keys and drew the attention of the guards with animal puppets, and while wearing the invisibility ring, Dorothy successfully traversed through the doors equipped with Radiance Lamps, swaggering into the Extraordinary Injury Treatment Department.

In the dark, empty corridor, eerie sounds sometimes echoed from rows of tightly closed iron doors, including screams, door pounding, and maniacal laughter… The atmosphere reminiscent of a psychiatric hospital turned the surrounding environment bizarre, and Dorothy quickened her pace through it, soon arriving at a tightly shut iron door at the end of the corridor.

After pausing briefly before this iron door, Dorothy took out the keys she had stolen earlier and inserted one into the keyhole to unlock it.

With a harsh creak, she lifted the gas lamp in her hand, illuminating the scene in the room. She saw a familiar, emaciated figure sitting numbly on the bed, staring blankly ahead.

“Anna.”

Shutting the door behind her and entering the room, Dorothy lowered her scarf and addressed the girl she hadn’t seen for several days. Anna sluggishly turned her head to look at Dorothy and stared in silence for a while before speaking.

“Mess… Horse… Teacher…”

‘Her mental state is clearly problematic; it seems that the poison from the “Lamb Song” still lingers…’ Dorothy thought as she looked at Anna and then continued speaking seriously.

“Anna, I’m here today to give you a lesson?”

“A lesson? Does the lamb still need to learn?” Anna continued to mutter blankly upon hearing Dorothy’s words, to which Dorothy responded earnestly.

“Of course! Everyone must learn. Listen carefully, Anna, I’m going to teach you how to pray.”

“Pray? To whom? To the wolf?”

“It doesn’t matter who, just follow my lead. I’ll say a line, and you repeat after me, just like before in class. Got it?” Dorothy continued, and as she listened, Anna slowly nodded.

“Understood, just like in class…”

“Such a good girl, Anna. Now, let’s begin…”

Then, Dorothy’s expression grew serious as she began to speak slowly.

“Upon this endless and eternal world…”