"Why are you standing on your head?" asked Li Hui, the supervising nurse who had been standing by because the maneuver was dangerous.
"I'm too tall," Li Xiaoye replied, "The blood flows into my brain too slowly, affecting my operation."
"....But you're only 168cm."
"Blast it, Immortal plank, the amount of blood my noggin needs, can you even compare, kid? What's my IQ, what's yours?" Li Xiaoye's face turned crimson.
Has Li Hui been caring for him long? Would she get angry?
"You're not trying to—" she stroked her chin and slowly started to smile, "hear our conversation about height and think that by standing on your head, gravity will help you grow taller, right?"
Li Xiaoye's face got redder, and veins popped on his neck.
"Did I guess right?" Li Hui squatted down and asked him with a laugh.
"I am, standing, on my head."
"I think you're just embarrassed because I guessed right."
"...Scram."
