"Do you need me... to take a look and help?"
Ian was slightly taken aback. Even prophets can't know everything. He didn't see any problem with Yisen Gard; his Origin Quality flow was very stable in the Foresight View. Although there were occasional outbursts, this only proved his advancement was very successful.
But since a friend mentioned it, he had to go help—some people feel chest tightness after a severe cold, whether or not it's pneumonia, they need a CT scan for peace of mind, which is also a kind of placebo effect.
"Has the mutated tissue grown?"
Despite knowing it's impossible, Ian still got up immediately and headed to the laboratory. He joked, "If that's really the case, my expertise might not be suitable; you'd need to see Master Gossay or let Anfa and Prince Carlos find a Biological Alchemist."
"Teacher..."
Upon hearing this, Yisen Gard looked at Master Gossay on the other side, his lake-green eyes meeting the older man's gaze, and he nodded gently.
