The science he had loved since childhood told him there were two criteria for determining a person's death.
Cardiac death and brain death.
Cardiac death was a universally recognized standard of death, marked by the cessation of blood circulation, pulse, and breathing.
Brain death meant the death of brain tissue and brain cells, the permanent, irreversible loss of function in the cerebrum, cerebellum, and brain stem. It was characterized by a deep coma, absent brain stem reflexes, and no spontaneous breathing.
Someone whose head had been smashed apart, then thrown into a crematorium and severely burned...
Could not possibly survive, let alone recover through their own healing abilities.
Once again, Wang Ke recalled the question he and Xia Yu had discussed countless times.
Were they, these test subjects, really... still the humans they believed themselves to be?
Seeing him stare blankly, Feng Ye burst out laughing, almost unable to catch his breath.
"Hahahaha, Wang Ke, you really don't understand this laboratory... hahahaha..."
Wang Ke looked at him and suddenly felt that the man before him was a stranger.
"Feng Ye... you..."
Feng Ye cut him off before he could finish. Smiling, he indicated that their work was done.
Then he pushed the metal barrel away.
Wang Ke stood where he was, watching Feng Ye's retreating figure, as hoarse, rasping breaths came from No. 028's room beside him.
He turned his head and thought he could make out a vague silhouette in the darkness behind the bars.
Wang Ke did not dare linger any longer and followed Feng Ye out.
In the days since he had returned to work, nothing major had happened in the laboratory.
Yet Wang Ke kept feeling that something was wrong, like coworker A, who disliked the incessant ticking of the alarm clock on his desk, suddenly