It was a strange, but pleasant feeling, to tell a patient that they were now free of the disease that plagued them for so long.
Moments like these were what made Li Xinyuan's career feel the most worthwhile. As fates would have it, the Heavenly Demon abducting him and his little entourage had given a child a new, healthy life.
Li Xinyuan smiled to himself—it was a wry, warm little thing dancing on his lips—while he spoke to Cheon Yerin in a hushed voice.
"It seems there is no reason for us to prolong our visit anymore." The look on the child's face spoke volumes of her delight, and the surgeon truly could not be more pleased. "Congratulations, Young Miss Cheon, you're rid of that disease."
He sat straighter, made sure to maintain some distance as the flow of warmth in his chest ebbing.
