Today, Sikong Heng was wearing a clean white shirt. He had the usual elite aura, clean to the point of being ascetic. He also had the nobility and elegance of a young master from a prestigious family. It made people unable to help but look at him.
The personal assistant at the back was holding the documents for Xuan Ying’s surgery and was whispering something to Sikong Heng. Sikong Heng lowered his eyes with a very focused expression.
At this moment, Jun Xi Qing took the initiative to greet him. “Good morning, Miracle Doctor Sikong.”
Sikong Heng heard the voice and raised his head. His clear black eyes fell on Jun Xi Qing and... Bai Xue.
Seeing that he was looking over, Bai Xue also smiled graciously. “Good morning, Miracle Doctor Sikong.”
