If the trial is successful, Yang will set about setting up a voluntary donation program and a bailout program for Yang Ling Bank. At that time, the patients will be properly treated, and those who are determined to give up directly inhaling yang spirits will be able to take advantage of this opportunity to regain hope in their quest for a peaceful and peaceful life.

Yang Xuying raised her head from the microscope again and suddenly realized that she had been staring at these cells for more than 20 minutes. The salad for lunch was already on the table on the first floor, waiting for him to enjoy.

He took off his lab coat and walked out of the clinic, stopping several times to talk to the nurses and many patients. The entire clinic is tucked away in the ground of his house, about 600 square meters. There are three operating rooms in the clinic, a long row of observation rooms, rehabilitation wards and laboratories, and his office. There is a completely separate passage in the waiting room that leads directly to the street level above ground. He sees nearly 1,000 patients every year. If needed, he also visits patients who have given birth at home and who have been injured in accidents.

However, the vixen's population is declining, and his work is gradually decreasing.

Compared to ordinary people, vixens have a huge advantage in terms of body. Their wounds heal quickly, and ordinary people like cancer, diabetes, and AIDS are insulated from them, but if something else happens to you, you're left to fend for yourself, because no one can come to your aid. During or after refining, the vixen will also face the threat of death. Another difficult problem to solve is conception. After pregnancy, there will be many female vixens who die during childbirth, naturally, stillbirth occurs from time to time, and the infant mortality rate is also high.

Despite the abundance of similarities between the two races in terms of anatomy, it is not a good idea to seek the help of an ordinary person's doctor, whether in times of illness, injury, or near death. If it happened that an ordinary doctor would have done a routine examination of the fox spirit, they would find many abnormalities in the yang spirit, and then have their major discoveries published in the latest issue of a medical journal.

This kind of attention is best avoided if it can be avoided.

Occasionally, vixen patients die in ordinary hospitals. The advent of fires and ambulances has brought a new trouble to the surface: if a vixen is badly injured, unconscious, and collapsed outside of his home, he is likely to be found and taken to the emergency room of an ordinary hospital. At that point, it will be very tricky to disobey the doctor's orders to get him out of the hospital.

It's not that Yang Xuying is complacent, he is sure that he is the best doctor in the clan. He attended Oxford Medical School twice, first in the late 18th century and again in the 80s of the 20th century. In both applications, he stated that he was a disabled person and that he could not attend the classes scheduled during the day. To this end, the Oxford School of Medicine granted him special permission, and his canine slave was allowed to attend classes, take class notes, and submit his exam assignments. During her studies, she read all the textbooks, kept in touch with professors in various subjects, and even occasionally attended lectures and talks arranged in the evenings.

He has always enjoyed the environment and atmosphere of the school. Lunch is usually scheduled to start at 1 a.m. He went upstairs and found that Yang Luxia had not come downstairs to eat, and he was not surprised by this.

He came directly to Yang Luxia's bedroom door.

"Yang Luxia?" He knocked on the door and asked, "Luxia, it's time to eat." ”

No one answered, so he poked in. The lights were turned off, and all the curtains were lowered, except for the light of the four fluted lamps in the hallway, which cast into the room, and the golden light pierced the darkness of the room.

"Luxia, it's time to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Yang Xuying walked into the room. Looking at Yang Luxia lying on the princess's bed, the figure under the sheets was so slender and thin.

"But you didn't eat lunch yesterday and you didn't eat dinner."

"I'll come down later."

Yang Xuying could only close her eyes and not speak, guessing that she had eaten last night. Every time she went to see Xiao Lingyun, she would close herself in her room for several days like this.

Yang Xuying thought of those yang spirit cells in the underground laboratory for no reason.

Maybe Xiao Lingyun was born to be the lord of the fox spirit clan, maybe he has the purest bloodline, but he is still a complete bastard. He never cared about the harm his actions had caused to Yang Luxia, and he might not even know how much his indifference had affected her.

Whether he deliberately ignores it or is ignorant of it, it is a felony without weighing the severity.

"I had a major breakthrough in my experiments." Yang Xuying sat down on the edge of her bed and comforted, "I will liberate you." ”

"Liberation? By whom? ”

"That...... Negative people. ”

"Don't say that about him."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Luxia ......"

"I don't want relief."

"How can you say that? He doesn't respect you at all. The thought of that barbarian sucking your blood in the corner of some alley makes me want to ......"

"We stayed at Lu Qingyang's house, and he had a room there."

So that she would be exposed to the eyes of another Moonlight Fighter? Yang Xuying didn't think that such an explanation would make him happy at all. The monthly party is full of horrible guys, and one of them can even be chilling.

Yang Xuying also knew that the malice shown by the fighters of the Blacktail Moon Society was only out of the need to protect their clansmen. He also knew that as a protected party, he should be more grateful. But their presence made him shudder. It was only because of the extremely dangerous present world and the extremely powerful enemies that this group of fighters turned into the leaders of the entire race. This is a sad truth.

"You don't have to torture yourself like that."

Yang Luxia turned around and turned her back to him: "Okay, please let me be alone." ”

Yang Xuying propped up her knees and stood up straight. Long before Yang Luxia served their terrifying lord, that beautiful memory had begun to blur, and he only remembered what she looked like when she was a child. He was afraid that the young girl with her sweet, happy smile would disappear forever.

What will replace it? A melancholy, repressed shadow of her own emotions, forever imprisoned by a man who doesn't care about her, just wandering around his house every day.

"I still hope you'll change your mind and come down for lunch." Yang Xuying said softly, "I really hope to have your company." ”

He gently closed the door and descended the richly decorated staircase. The table was set up the way he liked, with noble porcelain, shiny glassware, and silver cutlery in neat and beautiful order. He sat down at the head of the table, and a canine slave immediately stepped forward to pour him red wine.