Hearing Lu Ban's question, the patient raised his head and glanced at him, but then lowered it again without the slightest interest, burying himself in the laptop resting on his knees. He wasn't typing on the keyboard, but sliding his fingers across the touchpad as if browsing the web.
"What's so interesting? Let me take a look."
Lu Ban went behind him and peeked at what was on the patient's computer screen.
Red and green, it looked like the interface of some financial investment software. He couldn't tell whether it was stocks or something else.
"You're still trading stocks in the hospital?"
Lu Ban couldn't help asking.
The patient didn't react, focusing only on browsing the state of those stocks.
"Why isn't this guy reacting at all? Did they already operate on him and remove his frontal lobe?"
Lu Ban asked Bao Bao for her opinion.
"Let me take a look."
As Bao Bao spoke, she placed her hand on the man's head.
Before the patient could react, his head split open like blossoming petals.
The pink, deeply grooved brain looked like a writhing caterpillar as it gradually unfurled, like a coquettish, gaping mouth that made one want to bury one's head inside it the very next moment.
Anyone who had eaten pig brain should have understood. The brain was soft and yielding, like a piece of tofu, as though the slightest squeeze would crush it, yet it retained its shape and merely drooped downward.
Without the slightest disgust, Bao Bao inserted her fair fingers into the unfurled brain. She rummaged around for a while, as if searching for a compact mirror in her purse, before withdrawing her hand.
Lu Ban saw a semitransparent crystal in the palm of the girl's hand.
When the crystal was crushed, countless specks of