But looking at the hand, one would feel that a corpse lay on the bed, exuding a deathly stillness so distinct from the living.
"Pharmacist Carl," Lula tried to keep her emotions steady, but her voice still trembled slightly as she gestured, "Please take a look at this patient's condition."
A patient? Who could it be? With some guesses already in mind, Carl's face remained expressionless as he sat on the stool beside the bed.
Then he reached out and grasped the protruding arm. Diagnostic Spell! Hmm?
A grim, icy, deep, and terrifying aura quietly emerged, causing Carl's expression to change drastically. He instinctively released his grip.
"Carl!"
"What's wrong?"
"..." Carl's face was grave as he slowly shook his head. "I've never encountered a situation like this. Miss Lula, you should find a more skilled practitioner for diagnosis."
"Ah?" Lula's eyes dimmed with disappointment, though it was not unexpected. She nodded. "Thank you for your efforts, Pharmacist Carl."
