The doctor hesitated, his gaze landing on the shining Coral Horns on Si Mingjing's forehead. Are these Dragon Horns? He had only seen them in movies and animations.
Mo Yinhe, annoyed by his dithering, snapped, "Speak!"
"Miss Si's physical condition seems quite special. Anyone else, after three hours in a cold storage unit at minus thirty degrees Celsius, would have suffered frostbite so severe as to require amputations. However, despite several frostbite injuries, Miss Si didn't suffer any critical harm. This is her good fortune. Yet, it's precisely because of this unique resilience that we doctors know very little about her specific physiology. Therefore, we are currently uncertain about other precautions that may be necessary. May I ask... what is Miss Si's classification?"
A cold light flashed as Mo Yinhe's indifferent gaze swept over him.
The doctor immediately fell silent.
Just then, Fengjue knocked on the door and entered.
