Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Beside the sickbed, three pairs of eyes—one large, two small—fell into an instant state of stasis.

At the center of their gaze was the absurdly advanced diagnostic method.

Did their eyes deceive them? This highly-paid special medical professional just swallowed a blood sample?

It was the first time they had heard of such an analytical method.

This went far beyond simply tasting it. It was clear that the blood sample, upon entering his mouth, was sent straight to his stomach without hesitation.

What’s more disturbing was that, before this audacious gulp, the man had actually sniffed it first.

Watching him hold the instrument in his hand, inspecting it thoughtfully as though lost in contemplation, they couldn’t help but recall his previous actions.

Adding to the eerie scene was his pale, gaunt face, conjuring uncontrollable associations with the legendary name—Vampire.

Mrs. Winslow’s recently revived expression had already splintered into pieces, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Doctor...what are the results of the analysis?"

Mr. Winslow seemed to handle the situation slightly better, forcing himself to ask through gritted teeth.