Chen Ming was also behaving oddly, despite having nothing in front of him but a solitary white bed. Yet his hands moved steadily, performing various gory and brutal dissection actions, as if there truly was someone there. The level of immersion was intensely strong.
Even the twitching of the muscles on the face of the madman could be seen.
It was the sort of movement one might have from watching too much bloodshed, feeling disgust and cruelty, and impatience.
Mad and twisted.
"Yes, Dr. Rong." Li Xingwan's body trembled involuntarily as she spoke. That was a fear emanating from her very bones. Had to pretend to be insane, that her mind was troubled. Her spirit too had been tormented. She asked him with a dazed smile, "Dr. Rong, what are you doing?"
Chen Ming looked up and smiled. "Come and have a look."
The fear in the eyes of the affluent daughter was unstoppable, yet it was mixed with a hint of rationality as she looked at those things.
Enduring and restrained.