After Li Xinyuan had given his requirements, the Heavenly Demon left his daughter's room to begin the preparations for the surgery.
"Before the Heavenly Demon leaves, do you consent to a few preliminary tests I may have to conduct on Young Miss?" Li Xinyuan asked from the bedside.
Cheon WuHui came to a halt at the door. His hands were folded behind his back, and after a brief moment of deliberation, he nodded in assent. "Whatever is required."
With that, the man left Li Xinyuan's line of sight, blood red hair swaying behind him.
"Now then," Li Xinyuan shook his head, focusing himself on the child. "I do not particularly like this situation."
"Such a disease at this young age." Hu Lijing sighed, his voice low with lament. Beside him, the white-haired fox spirit remained silent.
"Well, this fate." The surgeon sighed, taking the girl's hand in his own. "Hu Lijing, could I trouble you to cast a purification spell on this room? And Huiqi?"
