After the inspection, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Hawthorne walked out of the examination room and waited for him by the wall with a small figure.

The little figure, seemingly sleepy, gently patted his face and muttered to himself.

Walking in, I heard what she was saying.

Mu Chudi muttered this, hoping that everything was okay and everything was safe.

Soon there was a black shadow hanging over her.

She looked up suddenly, smiled, saw Huo Miao come out and grabbed his arm. "How's that?" What did Dr. He say?

Those big bright eyes are full of hope.

"It's OK, everything's OK."

"That ghost hereditary disease, all right,...