Xia Ke'er had said as much, and Li Xiaoqiang couldn't just stand by. He took a deep breath and said, "I need to take a look first. After all, I'm not the Divine Doctor."
As Li Xiaoqiang spoke, he walked over to the surgical gurney, where a pale-faced boy about ten years old lay. Li Xiaoqiang used his Mysterious Spirit Eye to inspect the boy, noticing a layer of grey Disaster Luck fogging over the child's head.
Li Xiaoqiang furrowed his brows and asked, "Auntie, is this your son?"
The woman in her forties, tears at the edge of her eyes, lamented, "He's my late child, my only son. I can't let him leave me. Recently, he was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia. If my son leaves me, I don't know if I'd be able to go on living. I hope the hospital can save my child—he's only ten!"
Upon hearing that the boy had leukemia, Li Xiaoqiang turned to the doctor in the white coat and said, "With leukemia, can't they do a blood transfusion?"
