Li Xiaoyu was very passionate about anatomy, which, by comparison, made Zhong Xiuxiu's condition appear even more severe.
Tang Xian said:
"Why are you so keen on dissecting human brains?"
"Because I want to know the mysteries of biological construction. I want to know about things like the soul."
Zhong Xiuxiu didn't greet Tang Xian but continued with what she was doing.
Tang Xian didn't mind, knowing that Zhong Xiuxiu could have anticipated his visit explained a lot of things.
He probed:
"I believe when you speak of the soul, you're probably referring to a collective term for the spirit, thoughts, feelings, personality, and so forth?"
"Yes. Physiology has proven by studying the transmission of information between synapses in the brain's nerve cells—the neurons—
that the soul, or consciousness, is the activity of specific neuronal cells."
Pausing for a moment, Zhong Xiuxiu frowned in a way that was quite adorable if one could disregard her cutting into a brain.
