A Tragedy Caused by a Turtle

"Today was another fine day."

Li Heng's gaze passed through the empty hospital bed next to his and settled on the bright sunlight outside.

That devastatingly handsome old man who could have instantly charmed a whole crowd of young hunks had been wheeled into the operating room yesterday.

In this era, only problems with the brain counted as serious illnesses, so hospitals only had inpatient wards for brain-related diseases.

As for other problems—hands, feet, hearts, bones—treating such conditions was much like replacing car parts.

Artificial body parts were far more useful than the biological parts humans were born with. They were stronger, faster, and easier to maintain and repair.

He had not returned for an entire day. The patient in the neighboring bed was probably truly dead.

"The 643rd victim."

That long list of victims flashed before Li Heng's eyes.

There were twenty-three more than last time.

He saw an average of two or three dead people every day, but there were always more deaths in the hospital.

People with brain problems were different from those suffering from other illnesses.

For ordinary ailments, if something could not be fixed, it could simply be replaced.

For the sake of cost and efficiency, many things that had once been considered medical problems, such as broken bones—

Neither patients nor hospitals would spend several months slowly repairing them. They would directly replace them with a new arm or a new leg.

But brains were different. Medical technology still could not replace a person's brain.

So once something went wrong with the brain, it was basically a slow death sentence.

A robot caregiver slowly entered the room. It extended its arms, preparing to pack up and take away the dead man's luggage from the neighboring bed.

Apparently, he had no family or friends to