He might have made such a diagnosis if it was suspected of a viral infection of the nervous system through the skull, but his mind could not process such a large amount of information.

"Mondoji has the best head and face!" he said to himself.

Ranke was about to put away his shimmering wine and go to bed. He needed a new pair of shoes. Now that the shoes were blistering his feet, after a busy day, he should have earned a pair of soft and comfortable gray eel leather shoes, right?

Ranke was thinking when a large purple monster jumped out of the shadows and shouted, "Your blood sample turned out to be in Mondo." ”

Mondo barely dealt with his first patient (just a few arms and legs) before heading to Dream Mall, a market specializing in clockwork toys. Although most of the shops were closed, Mondo still found a man walking alone at night, and he was staggering down the street. The Zaun guy hums a little song about a young Zaun guy falling in love with a beautiful Picheng girl, but he seems to have memorized only a few lines of the lyrics, such as "big eyes" and "give it to her". He carried an empty wine bottle in one hand and looked like he hadn't showered in months.

Is he suffering from the same disease as the shimmering liquor dealer? Is it viral? Is it about to cause an outbreak? Mondo must hurry.

Apparently the person needed medical attention.

"Eat two slices at a time, and come back to Mondo in the morning!" the purple monster said as he threw the cleaver at the drunkard's back.

Mondo came to the Zuan Digou district. If there is indeed a virus spreading, then this is most likely the source of infection. The initial case must have been around here. If he could cure the first patient to suffer from this mysterious contagion, Mondo would be able to heal the rest of Zaun.

But how could Mondo find a particular patient in the trenches that were so extensive, how could he isolate, contain, and heal these tormented Zuango?

Mondo heard movement. Footsteps, rhythmic metal crashes.

He followed the voice, following as carefully as he could—he didn't want to scare the sick away and cause the infection to spread—and then he found his target.

A little boy, no more than fifteen years old, with shiny white hair, and something resembling an iron sword in his hand. He had hourglass-shaped facial lines on his face. Could it be some kind of warning? a warning not to approach him in any situation?

Mondo knew he had found it. Initial case.

It will be a very complex operation that will require skill, preparation, a sharp eye and-

"It might hurt a little!" the monster screamed and jumped out. His massive purple body soared into the air, a huge cleaver in his hand, his tongue swaying in the air.

The boy was taken aback, but by no means helpless. Anyone who dares to wander in the gutter knows that there is always a need to face sudden trouble, and the time to prepare is only a moment, but for this child, there is time to prepare.

Actually, he only had time.

No further word: this is a troublesome patient.

He refused to answer Mondo's questions about his medical history, and again and again dodged the medicine that Mondo had fed him. He repeats his actions over and over again (possibly because of physical amnesia?) and has no respect for Dr. Mondo's authority.

The two of them had been arguing about the condition for a long time, and it felt like hours had passed, and Mondo thought that he had explained the benefits of the treatment, but the child kept avoiding Mondo's treatment.

The argument with the child began to tire Mondo. He patiently tried to heal one last time, and with the precision of a dueling swordsman in Demacia, he wielded his scalpel. He recalled in his mind his oath as a healer—"Mondo heals all diseases, and Mondo does great medicine!" His desire to heal the child made him determined.

He slammed it with all his might.

The treatment was successful.

But then, somehow, the effectiveness of the treatment regressed. No matter how successful Mondo's last treatment was, the effects always returned suddenly. Mondo was completely confused, and the boy hurried away, completely ineffective.

Mondo screamed in frustration.

"Why don't you let Mondo save everyone?" he shouted to heaven.

Not every surgery will be successful. Mondo humbly admits this. But Mondo struggled to see the positives for himself. With the exception of the last patient he encountered, Mondo had helped a long list of people. He's done a lot of work today, it's time to rest.

The sun rose, and Mondo returned home and retreated into the bed. Who knows what the surprise will be tomorrow? New patients are waiting for him to rescue, and new diseases are waiting for him to stop.

The doctor's mission is endless.

"Mondo will honestly tell you that this one can be painful. ”

~Zaun Maniac

The storm is her weapon, the land of runetimes is her home, and the mysterious Cana is the spirit of the wind elemental, protecting the helpless people in the city of Zaun. It is believed that she was born from the prayers of the sailors of the Runeterra, who prayed for friendly winds to accompany them through the treacherous seas and overcome the relentless storms. Later, her patronage and refuge were summoned to the depths of Zaun, where Jana became a beacon of hope for the helpless. No one knows when or where she will appear, but most of the time, her arrival means aid.

Many of the sailors in Runeterraye have some strange superstitious practices, after all, their lives and deaths often depend on moody weather. Some captains insisted on sprinkling salt on the deck so that the sea would not notice that they were coming from the coast. Others show mercy by releasing the first fish they catch into the sea. Not surprisingly, most people pray for the wind to bless them with smooth sailing, calm seas, and sunny days.

Many believe that the wind spirit Cana was born out of these prayers.

At first she was small. Navigators sometimes see a sky-blue bluebird appear, followed by a strong wind blowing the sails. Others swore they heard a whistle before a storm came, as if to warn them. As word of mouth spread about these magical omens, the appearance of the blue bird became more frequent. Some swear they saw the bird turn into a girl. With long, pointed ears and long flowing hair, she is said to be a mysterious saint who floats on the water, and with a gentle wave of her staff, she can guide the wind.

Navigators began to build rudimentary shrines out of seagull bones and shiny shells embedded in the bows of ships. More successful sailing ships would carve statues at the top of the masts as shrines, hoping that their swagger of faith would be rewarded with better winds.