After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 6

“The instruments were just checked, and all eye functions are intact. The cause of blindness is unknown.”

Their current technological level only allows them to examine to this extent.

However, Xinghui came from a higher-level galaxy, and even in those galaxies, the condition couldn’t be cured. In their desolate galaxy, it was even more futile.

Yin Fan stood in front of Xinghui, holding the newly created examination records, with a frown on her face.

“But in all aspects, the body is too frail, and there are quite a few bruises from bumps… It’s strange. Is the divine ability to heal so low?”

The bruises formed after falls and impacts could disappear in half a day for a slightly robust race, not to mention the demon race, known for their robust physical and mental strength.

Yin Fan seemed to be seeing a medical report for the first time that described Xinghui as ‘fragile’ in various indicators, even more fragile than the critically ill gene patients in the rehabilitation team.

“The upper galaxies really don’t know how to take care of people,” she muttered.

“Boss, I request to arrange the highest level of monitoring for him, with personal care to prevent accidents. If his current level of authority and merits are not enough, you can use mine.”

Yin Fan, with her stunning face, spoke coldly.

There seemed to be a hint of dislike for outsiders on her face, but her words were not like that.

Yuan Yuan also noticed this and raised an eyebrow. His dark red eyes calmly shifted from Xinghui to Yin Fan’s face.

This military doctor, known for her cold-bloodedness in the team, remained unchanged in expression and spoke firmly, “I am responsible for my patients!”

It wasn’t because the other party was a deity or looked attractive, which could make one’s heart beat uncontrollably for illogical reasons.

She was a doctor who cared about her patients!

“Fine, I understand.”

Yuanyuan tugged at the corner of his lips, forming a somewhat ominous curve.

“You, leave first.”

He approached Xinghui.

Fingertips pinched Xinghui’s chin, lifting his face slightly so he could see those lifeless, pitch-black eyes.

Surprisingly, Yuanyuan, accustomed to his subordinates witnessing life and death and diagnosing severe genetic diseases without changing expression, noticed a clear bias towards Xinghui when the previously unflappable Yin Fan appeared.

Leaving aside other matters, this delicate and weak deity seemed quite capable in recruiting people.

Before he could speak, his wrist was slapped.

“Is this how the demon race respects deities?”

The voice of the small deity was cold and stern as he raised his hand, not letting go.

Perhaps recovering from yesterday’s rest, the previous disheveled appearance had faded considerably. The cold, pale skin now had a touch of excited blush, soft black hair fell across the forehead. In this extreme contrast of black and white, the lips appeared particularly vivid, alluring, and vibrant.

Yin Fan, who had just reached the door, turned abruptly.

“Boss, his skin is too tender. Be mindful of your strength; you might accidentally hurt him with your force.”

Xinghui’s long eyelashes flickered for a moment.

If it weren’t for the glaring spiritual power confronting him, forcing him to maintain composure, he would have nodded in agreement with Yin Fan’s words.

What kind of creature was this? What did it eat to grow so strong? The strength was overwhelming; when the hand pinched him, it felt like a pair of pliers, almost making him frown in pain, barely holding back from making a sound.

Luckily, he restrained himself!

No drifting gaze, no trembling body, a steady voice, and a handsome posture while striking someone. Aside from the slight discomfort in his toes, everything was perfect!

Very good, very dignified for a deity!

Yuanyuan finally released his grip.

He could see that the area he had pinched was now slightly reddened.

Damn.

Why is it so tender?

Did he use too much force??

Is this an expensive vase that looks good but is useless??

The demon race has always been robust, with a rugged and simple temperament. After being exiled to the desolate galaxy, they lived as rough as they could.

For someone like Xinghui, can they really survive in the desolate galaxy??

Both of them were deeply shocked, forming new opinions about each other.

The door was knocked.

“Boss, all the legion commanders are here, waiting outside for you… and the deity.”

This statement brought Yuanyuan’s thoughts back.

He looked inscrutable, lightly rubbing the fingertips that had just pinched the tender skin of the small deity.

This usually unrestrained guy was now rarely displaying a few traces of refined politeness, constrained by the softness and vulnerability of the deity.

Even though this posture was extremely hypocritical for him.

“Deity, my subordinates are all here. Please come in.”

The small deity remained indifferent, standing tall and aloof.

Good news: Many interstellar races who don’t believe in Moonwatcher have gathered outside.

Bad news: They are all from the demon race.

Xinghui:…

Damn, how should he escape?

Author’s note:

Xinghui: What kind of creature is this??

Yuanyuan: What kind of vase is this??

Congratulations to both of them for gaining a correct understanding of each other~