A few experts sat around the meeting table, all smiles.
"Indeed, it is!"
"Cortical blood scab!"
"Knowing what's wrong makes treatment much easier, hahaha!"
"Last month, over in Kampos, they just developed a new type of CT machine, and it's quite impressive..."
"Can the Gamma Knife be used?"
They started discussing directly, occasionally glancing at Bai Mo, as if subconsciously seeking his advice.
Professor Zhang also grinned.
His expertise wasn't in neurosurgery, but being Sequence Seven's Fireman, he furrowed his brow, thinking about how he could contribute.
In his mind, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal sat by the campfire, wearing a large hat, as always extending his pale hand to warm by the fire.
Through Professor Zhang's eyes, he looked at the real world, at the mahogany conference table, at the laptop, listening to experts speak of "CT," "Gamma Knife," "isotope positioning," and other novel terms, smiling. He liked and was interested in the things of the real world.
