Xu Xiaoyou sighed, realizing she truly played the role of a sufficiently vile bastard.
Upon returning to her lab with Tang Qing, Xu Xiaoyou saw several researchers gathered around an operating table recording data. On it lay a little girl with dark red, scorched long hair, a dirty little face, nosebleed just dried, so thin it made one feel sorry for her.
Upon seeing Xu Xiaoyou, she turned her face away, her nose wings twitching slightly, squeezing out a forced smile.
"Dr. Xu, I... I feel alright. Did I succeed this time? Can I save..."
As if sensing the weight in her words, the dark red-haired girl's tone became low.
"Can I help everyone?"
Under the pale lights, the little girl lay on the cold operating table, her bony hand slowly reaching for the sky, a smile of blissful anticipation on her face as if she saw everyone's smiles and the blue sky.
"My mom will definitely be proud of me..."
