"Lin Nian, are you okay?"
The Researcher's expression grew increasingly suspicious.
He picked up a nearby tablet, apparently about to notify someone.
Mo Ling had no choice but to reach out and stop him.
"I'm fine."
As Mo Ling spoke, the words came out in a gentle female voice—it was Lin Nian's.
Seeing this, the Researcher breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought there was an accident with the experiment. You really need to do something about the shape of this massager. Just looking at it scares me."
He pointed at the brain on the lab bench, his expression full of disgust.
"But, it's the part you're in charge of, so I won't interfere. It's just a suggestion."
He shrugged, pushed open the main door, and left the lab, leaving Mo Ling still trying to process everything.
'A massager?'
Mo Ling looked toward the lab bench and saw a slender hand resting on a brain. Next to the brain was a tablet displaying information about it:
"Bionic Massager."
