As the nine-tailed fox spirit's words fell, Li Xinyuan's vision spun. A choked gasp punched out of him, hand flying to his head, eyes squeezing shut. Without another word, the surgeon shot up from the bed and went to Bai Huiqi's bedside, hands trembling as he pulled aside the canopy with more force than necessary.
As soon as the four-tailed fox spirit's figure entered his sight, Li Xinyuan's eyes widened, horror painting itself on his face as he staggered back, voice dying in his throat. Oh heaven. Oh dear fucking heaven.
Slowly, the surgeon turned to look at Hu Lijing over his shoulder, wanting to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. Hu Lijing could not hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, hands clenching on his duvet, lips pursed tight.
