The doctor paced around the examination table twice, looking irritated.
He now strongly suspected that Bo Yi had done this deliberately. After all, if he had known about this from the start, he would have abandoned Bo Yi as a "vessel" without hesitation. Yet this "bomb" had only gone off after he had finished a whole series of examinations and grown increasingly pleased with Bo Yi.
If he gave up, he might genuinely be unable to find a more suitable "vessel" than Bo Yi in such a short time.
But if he did not, the thing inside Bo Yi was like a fish bone lodged in his throat, the sole blemish on this perfect work of art. Stuck there, neither coming up nor going down, it made him terribly uncomfortable.
Should he abandon him outright and seek a new "vessel"? Or proceed with this slightly imperfect one?
Bo Yi lay on the examination table, watching the doctor pace with interest.
After who knew how many circuits, the doctor finally stopped and looked over, as though he had at last made up his mind. "Let me see how I should deal with that 'filthy thing' inside you..."
He had made his decision-he would still use Bo Yi as his "vessel."
First, however, he would deal with that little imperfection inside Bo Yi. Given the constitution of this heaven-chosen "vessel," the doctor was not remotely worried that removing the "filthy thing" would leave damage, cracks, or other imperfections on the "vessel's" exterior.
Bo Yi's lips curved upward as well.
He had never worried that the doctor would abandon him outright-the Saintess's birthday was only two days away. Although he did not know exactly what these "vessels" would be used for, if the Director wanted to make it in time for this birthday,