Fifty-one. Brain lantern

Richard didn't know how to respond, so he didn't: "Well then, it was nice meeting you, and uh... goodbye."

Richard blinked, closing the iron gate.

His face appeared through the grill above the iron gate: "My good brother will come for you later. He's not very coherent at the moment, not not not that he's not clear... In short, if I stayed inside, he might treat me as a container too, so just to be on the safe side... Alright, I've said enough."

He locked the iron gate from the outside, and his footsteps gradually faded away.

The surgery room fell silent.

Lu Li tilted his head, looking at that cup of burning brain, then lowered his head, trying to shake his hands, only to find that the restraint on his right wrist was severely damaged, and with force, he pulled it off along with the restraint.

Perhaps because of the iron gate, Richard did not care whether the hospital bed was secure.