A living person lay unconscious, strapped to the operating table.
From his relatively low vantage point, Xu Huo could see half the person's face, one arm resting at his side, his bare chest, his fat thighs, and his slightly deformed lower legs and left foot.
The person's chest rose and fell regularly. He looked as though he were asleep, and not in any pain.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, Xu Huo turned around and saw Dr. Zhang walking toward him in a white coat.
Unlike the relatively gentle man in his previous memories, the Dr. Zhang before him was cold in a different way. A tray of dissection tools rested in his hands. Without changing expression, he said, "Yesterday you saw what a dead person looks like after dissection. Today, take a look at the difference between the living and the dead."
The remembered scene shifted. Young Xu Huo pushed a low stool over from the side, climbed onto it, and stood steady. "Teacher, please begin..."
Xu Huo slammed the book in his hand onto the table. The veins on the hand pressing down on its cover bulged from the force. Anger and hatred engulfed him, and blood from his nose dripped onto his clothes.
There might be two reasons for the aftereffects. First, his mental evolution had progressed too quickly for his body to keep up, placing it under too much strain. That was why he suffered headaches and nosebleeds after using his mental power for extended periods. Second, as his mental evolution advanced, his sealed memories had begun to slowly resurface. The shadow personality itself possessed immense power, and its awakening was putting pressure on his mind.
From the looks of it, the restoration of his memories was having the greater effect. These fleeting fragments also confirmed