"How many is this?" The doctor stretched out two fingers in front of Liu Mou, signaling for him to say out loud.
Liu Mou looked at the doctor's two fingers, suddenly feeling as if this were a stupid question. Anyone who wasn't a fool would know the answer, so he blankly responded, "Two."
The doctor, satisfied, withdrew his hand and then spoke to Chen Shuhua, "The patient is doing very well. At first, we thought he might become neurotic after this, but as you can see, he won't. So you can rest assured."
Liu Mou was instantly speechless. Neurotic, what rubbish was that? Liu Mou subconsciously touched his hair, only to discover a barrier, like gauze, blocking his touch. In that moment, he understood—he must have suffered a head injury.
"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Liu Mou asked, somewhat puzzled. At this point, he only remembered that before losing consciousness, he was playing with Little Black. When he woke up, he found himself here.
