A middle-aged Beastman in a white lab coat bowed respectfully, "It's still the old place, your private treatment room is ready."
"Hmm." Yue Lin nodded and walked into the room.
The room was entirely white, with a faint smell of disinfectant and medicine in the air.
Yue Lin sat on the chair, skillfully rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm, and looked at the staff not far away who were preparing to draw blood.
He examined those sophisticated instruments, a trace of contemplation passing through his eyes.
The branch and experimental base of Hand of Creation established in the Royal City remain confidential to this day; most of the Upper-level Beastmen are unaware, with only a very few knowing of this place.
But for Yue Lin, this place was exceptionally familiar.
He would come at least once a year for a physical examination.
There was a special relationship between him and the laboratory.
