Dr. X's final request was surprisingly that Fang Cheng touch his head again, just like before.
"That's right!"
Dr. X was visibly excited, his face flushed with delight. "A lot of my memories and forgotten knowledge have come back to me. I don't have to spend hours every day looking things up again."
Mind Reading had the drawback of forcing its victims to recall their past.
But for a researcher like Dr. X, that was an incredible boon. He wished he had this ability himself, so he could even sleep with his hand on his head.
Fang Cheng glanced at his thinning crown and thought, You'd better hope all that head-rubbing doesn't turn you into a powerhouse.
The memories would only last for a while, though. After that, they would gradually fade again.
Dr. X had noticed this, which was why he had come to ask Fang Cheng to touch his head once more.
But that phrasing was far too easy to misunderstand. He should have said he wanted Fang Cheng to touch him again.
Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He'd thought the old man was some old gay trying to recapture his youth. He'd almost thrown him off the Ark.
"Touching your head again is no problem, but I can't be sure it won't cause hidden damage to your brain."
"That's fine. I feel great right now."
Since Dr. X insisted, Fang Cheng didn't hold back. He placed his hand on Dr. X's forehead and used Mind Reading again.
"It's happening! It's happening!"
Dr. X was so excited he looked like a baboon in heat—an old, fat one, too.
Fortunately, the cockpit was full of clones. Otherwise, people would definitely have gotten the wrong idea.
Fang Cheng had already seen Dr. X's memories, so now he could