Wuhuanzi

The subject can release spiritual energy through self-made talismans, thereby altering the state of physical matter to attack, confine, or heal. However, this ability is not fail-safe and the ultimate effects are unpredictable.

The subject's hometown was struck by a severe disaster. During this time, her parents and teachers tried their best to save lives but in vain, eventually being consumed by the disaster one after another. After witnessing these events, she suffered an emotional breakdown, awakening her special power, which saved her life under these extreme circumstances.

The subject displays only mild corruption with no visible mutations. Though lucid most of the time, she often develops pessimistic ideas.

A wandering herbalist from Outlands. The subject claims to have received years of systematic medical training in Eastia, possessing solid professional knowledge and clinical experience.
}However, upon verification, the subject is found to hold no officially certified medical license. Furthermore, she has repeatedly exaggerated her patients' conditions in a fear-mongering manner. The medicinal herbs and treatment methods she uses are not approved in DisCity and present significant safety hazards. As she is confirmed to be a habitual offender of unlicensed medical practice, an urgent secondary assessment of her threat level is required.

A background check confirms the subject to be a professional doctor from Eastia. With a knowledge system that differs significantly from that of DisCity, her unlicensed practice was not intentional. After experiencing a series of disasters including the destruction of her hometown and the deaths of loved ones, she once struggled to understand the meaning of saving lives. However, she never abandoned her calling, continuously seeking answers through her medical practice across various regions.
Under Chief's guidance, the subject has gradually let go of ideas troubling her, choosing to follow her heart. She no longer practices medicine in search of meaning, but out of her own kindness and wish, simply because she *wants* to save people.

During her travels, she was unexpectedly drawn into the fete of the wisteria, which led to her encounter with Chief. After assisting in resolving the incident, due to personal considerations, she voluntarily requested to be detained by the Bureau as a Sinner.

The subject has a passive and pessimistic personality, yet she is adamant about healing others to earn good karma. She firmly believes in the principle of karmic cycles, convinced that by performing good deeds and amassing good karma, she can reverse her constant misfortune.

She was born into a medical sect in Eastia and studied medicine from a young age. However, her hometown was later destroyed by a disaster. Despite the desperate efforts of her parents and fellow sect members—all healers themselves—they were unable to change the situation, and ultimately all perished. This event caused severe psychological trauma to her, profoundly shaking her faith as a healer.

Having witnessed the futility of medical knowledge against the Mania disaster, she once questioned the meaning of medicine itself. During her travels, she claimed to save lives merely to *earn good karma for her own profit*, yet in reality she consistently provided medical assistance at minimal cost, subconsciously still searching for her true purpose as a healer.

During her missions, she frequently encounters random accidents such as extreme weather changes and electrical leakage of devices, etc. These incidents take various forms with highly unpredictable triggering conditions. Staff have also reported that since the subject was detained, the occurrences of such bad luck-driven events within the Bureau have far exceeded all previous totals combined.

The subject has a passion for cultivating medicinal herbs. To determine the medicinal value of plants unique to DisCity, she has conducted numerous experiments in the greenhouse and tirelessly uses herself as a test subject. Despite multiple attempts to dissuade her from this practice, such efforts have only seen very limited effect.

Out of her healer instinct, the subject shows great concern for others' physical conditions, frequently offering pulse-reading diagnoses within the Bureau. The exotic Eastian medical practice once became a fad among Sinners. However, due to her mystical and pessimistic diagnostic style, many remain skeptical of her conclusions despite the ultimately positive treatment outcomes.

To help strengthen Chief's health, she's developed a complex daily regimen combining the foundation of Eastian medical arts with the essence of DisCity medicine. After one month of compulsory implementation, Chief's finally managed, through persistent negotiation, to reduce the dosage from three bowls of medicine daily to just one.

[Wuhuanzi hesitates at your office door, holding a steaming bowl of herbal medicine.]

Wuhuanzi: My fortune is absolutely terrible today. I really shouldn't be around people, but I can't let my friend miss the daily dose... Perhaps I could set up a brazier here to keep it warm?

• Prompt: It's alright, I'll come out and get it now. Thank you.
• Wuhuanzi: Ah...! Please don't come out! I'll just leave it here and go!
• Wuhuanzi: 😖😖😖

• Prompt: Thank you for going through all this trouble to deliver the medicine personally.
• Wuhuanzi: I-it's no trouble at all... I'll leave it by the door. Please wait until I'm gone before you take it, my friend.
• Wuhuanzi: 😖😖😖

[Wuhuanzi is drawing new talismans.]

Wuhuanzi: My friend, could you order more yellow talisman paper from Eastia next time?

• Prompt: What do you need the yellow paper for?
• Wuhuanzi: The ashes from burned Eastian yellow paper make more potent medicine. Unfortunately, I didn't get much last time, and I've already used up most of it making new talismans.
• Wuhuanzi: 😥😥😥

• Prompt: Sure.
• Wuhuanzi: Oh... Such a quick agreement? My friend, your kindness shall surely bring you great merit!
• Wuhuanzi: 😉😉😉

⚠ Travel Not Advised

Wuhuanzi has abruptly withdrawn her leave request.

System Notifications: Wuhuanzi originally planned to go out to purchase medicinal herbs today. However, after breaking a cup, getting a paper cut, and finding a hole in her pocket, she decides to withdraw her request and stay in her room all day.

• Prompt: Not a good day, isn't it?

⚠ Unknown Substance

A cup of a mysterious brown liquid has appeared on your desk, emanating a rather suspicious aroma.

System Notifications: Wuhuanzi has brewed a batch of herbal tea for the Bureau staff and Sinners, claiming it helps with fatigue and humidity. She made sure to deliver an especially large cupful right to your desk.

• Prompt: Thanks, I'm good...

System Notifications: Trying as you might to mentally prepare yourself, you still can't bring yourself to take a sip.

⚠ Rumor

Several messages from staff members pop up on your communication terminal.

System Notifications: Several staff members have spotted Wuhuanzi muttering to herself while repeatedly stabbing a piece of meat with needles, her expression grim. They're convinced it must be some mysterious Eastian ritual.

• Prompt: She's probably practicing acupuncture?

⚠⚠ Stellar Example

Lately, Wuhuanzi has been constantly seen around Hestia.

System Notifications: Lately, Wuhuanzi has been constantly seen around Hestia. You wonder when they became so close.

System Notifications: You notice that Wuhuanzi pulls out a notebook, her expression grave as she scribbles and sketches in it.

• Prompt: What are you writing down?

Wuhuanzi: I am studying, my friend.

Chief: ?

Wuhuanzi: This Sinner, Hestia, is called a "priestess" by everyone. Even though she looks about my age, people trust everything she says, while I... I'm always dismissed as some quack doctor. She must have something special about her.

Chief: ...In a way, yes, she does.

Wuhuanzi: If I am to help more patients, I need to appear more reliable. Among any group of people, there must be something to learn from... I suppose I could gain some insights.

Wuhuanzi: So... I plan to write down everything she says and study each word carefully when I return. Perhaps then I can master the art of gaining people's trust.

• Prompt: Intervene

Chief: There are probably other things worth learning from her.

⚠⚠ Medical Instructions

Wuhuanzi visits your office for a follow-up consultation on your previous treatment.

Wuhuanzi: My friend, if I may speak frankly...

System Notifications: The Sinner before you furrows her brow in concentration as her fingers rest on your wrist, moving gently to read your pulse.

• Prompt: Is it something serious?

Wuhuanzi: It has been more than a fortnight since your last treatment, yet your pulse shows no signs of improvement.

Wuhuanzi: My friend, have you been taking the Herbal Decoction Version 2.0 as scheduled?

Chief: ...No.

Wuhuanzi: Have you been doing exercise every morning as prescribed?

Chief: ...No.

Wuhuanzi: Have you been maintaining a proper early bedtime?

Chief: ...No.

Wuhuanzi: ...

Wuhuanzi: Though fate may govern life and death, I consider you a kindred spirit. I would hate to see your journey cut short prematurely.

Wuhuanzi: Since you are too busy to follow my medical instructions, I suppose I have no choice but to...

System Notifications: Wuhuanzi lets out a sigh as she slowly takes out her acupuncture kit. She arranges the needles in a neat row—their impossibly fine, sharp tips gleaming under the light.

Wuhuanzi: Please lie down. It's just a few needles—this won't take long.

• Prompt: Calm down!

⚠⚠⚠ Ground of Good Fortune

Mysterious talismans have been appearing throughout the Bureau lately.

System Notifications: Mysterious talismans have been appearing throughout the Bureau lately, with your office being particularly affected.

System Notifications: Finding these talismans oddly familiar, you decide to stay late and wait for the "culprit." Sure enough, you hear rustling sounds from outside your door.

• Prompt: Open the door

Wuhuanzi: ...My friend? Why are you still here...

Chief: Well, I was "talisman hunting."

System Notifications: You've caught the petite girl red-handed, and for once, her perpetually gloomy face shows a hint of panic.

Wuhuanzi: Please don't misunderstand, my friend. These are all properly modified talismans. They won't attract any strange entities...

Chief: How so?

System Notifications: Seeing that you're not upset, Wuhuanzi enters your office and carefully arranges her talismans across your desk, one by one.

Wuhuanzi: Behold, my friend. This is a fortune-turning talisman—it wards off evil spirits and maintains the balance between yin and yang.

Wuhuanzi: Ever since I moved in, it seems that both you, my friend, and the Bureau have been affected by ill fortune... While I'm used to living with it, I couldn't bear to see it impact you all.

Wuhuanzi: This is a longevity talisman—it bestows blessings and protection while warding off misfortune and hardship.

Wuhuanzi: My friend, you constantly venture into dangerous territories. Even when faced with near-certain death, you still boldly march in alone...

Wuhuanzi: I had hoped to avoid meddling too much with worldly affairs, planning to slip this talisman into your pocket secretly, but it seems... I'll have to give it to you directly.

• Prompt: Accept
• Chief: You don't need to be so secretive about helping us in the future.
• Chief: Say... do you happen to have any talismans for attracting wealth?
• Wuhuanzi: Ah, but ill-gotten gains would diminish one's merit...
• System Notifications: Seeing Wuhuanzi's troubled expression, you suppress the urge to ask her to hand over all her talismans.

• Prompt: Decline
• Chief: Don't burden yourself with karmic debts that don't exist.
• Chief: Haven't I grown healthier since you arrived? You've treated both our staff and the Sinners. If anything, meeting you has been our good fortune.
• Wuhuanzi: I... this is all for my merit. You must accept this no matter what, my friend.
• System Notifications: Wuhuanzi forces the talisman into your hands, then promptly turns and runs away.

An herbalist's kit reborn—herbal case, bamboo parasol, bedroll coiled with mountain mist. Robes whisper of yin-yang tides, each step trailing crisp wilderness.

Green cliffs her desk, white stones grind ten thousand herbs—all to distill humankind's riddles into cure.