"You can go in now and give her a full checkup to see whether all her indicators have returned to normal. I also cured the rhinitis she'd had since childhood while I was at it. Consider it a complimentary service." As Isis spoke, she tossed the heart used for the ritual into the nearby trash can. It had changed from its former plump state into something shriveled and rotten, as though it had lost all vitality.
After thanking her, Zhang Heng entered the hospital room and walked to Fan Mei Nan's bedside. She was still asleep, but her breathing had become much steadier. Some color had returned to her previously pale face. Her somewhat sparse hair fell diagonally over her forehead and rested against the bridge of her delicate nose, rising and falling with every breath.
Zhang Heng picked up a stethoscope and listened to her heartbeat, then took her blood pressure. Finally, he used a syringe from the nurses' station to draw a small vial of blood from Fan Mei Nan's arm, intending to have it tested by a professional institution after parting ways with Isis.
After finishing all this, he rose from the bedside. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to straighten the wispy strands of hair before Fan Mei Nan's forehead, but ultimately withdrew his hand.
Then, in the next moment, a voice sounded behind him.
"Some say you've lost all your emotions." The Goddess of Life and Magic leaned against the doorway and spoke leisurely.
Zhang Heng neither confirmed nor denied it. "That's good news for you. My chances of killing Set have increased again."
"But I don't think so." Isis pointed at Fan Mei Nan on the bed. "You keep saying she's just an ordinary friend, and although it's rare for you two