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Hearing Lu Ban's question, the patient lifted his head, glanced at him, but seemed uninterested as he lowered his head again, burying himself in the laptop on his lap. He wasn't typing but sliding his fingers on the touchpad as if browsing a webpage.
"Got anything good there, let me have a look."
Lu Ban moved behind him, peeking at what was on the computer screen.
Reds and greens, it looked like the interface of a financial investment software, uncertain whether it was stocks or something else.
"Trading stocks in the hospital?"
Lu Ban couldn't help but ask.
The patient did not respond, just focused on browsing through the stock information.
"How come this person isn't reacting at all, could it be that he has had surgery, had his frontal lobes removed?"
Lu Ban turned to Baobao for her opinion.
"Let me check."
Saying this, Baobao placed her hand on the man's head.
Before the patient could react, his head split open like blooming petals.
