The little boy: "..."
He said in a deep voice, "You call this a drawing? Are you joking with me?"
"This is postmodern art, minimalist lines that can evoke a spirit and visual sense that thick and rich colors could never capture." Su Qi talked confidently, easily spouting a great deal of theory.
Clearly, the little boy was serious about painting; it was as if a wave of contaminated theory had crashed into his head.
"Alright, the check-up is over, little friend. Remember to take care of yourself and study hard." Su Qi retracted his stethoscope and headed out.
Although it was only the third room.
Su Qi was already handling it with ease, and he had almost completely figured out what was happening here and inferred the identities of the several people in the room.
"Anyone who still considers them mere abnormalities is a fool."
Su Qi: "Each one of them is related to the Divine... or rather, they themselves are Divine beings..."
He wasn't just some ordinary assistant.
