The password-protected box contained some syringes and several small metal vials filled with blood.
Next to the desk, there was a black leather sofa. Chi Xiaoyu sat down and looked at the doctor.
The doctor had clean and slender hands, but his face was obscured by a tightly worn mask. She couldn't see his features, only his deep and enigmatic eyes.
They carried an air of cold detachment.
"Please lie down," he said softly.
"Alright!"
A maid handed over a pillow, and she rested her head on it as she lay down.
It was just a routine check-up—measuring her temperature, heart rate, pulse… In the end, they drew two large vials of blood from her.
The doctor placed the blood samples into the password-protected box and then took his leave.