Nan Yin was forced to undergo an examination. His nerves had suffered quite a blow, and he would occasionally have a headache.
“Let me out!”
Nan Yin slapped the glass. He knew that there was someone outside, but no one answered him.
He raised his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows to ease the pain.
Crack --
Nan Yin looked up. The elderly professor pushed the door open and entered. “How do you feel?”
Nan Yin put down her hand. “When will you let me out?”
“You haven’t recovered yet. We Can’t let you out now,”the professor said. “We’re thinking of your body.”
Nan Yin tried hard to suppress her anger. “I’m Fine!”
The professor knocked on the report in his hand. “This isn’t up to you.”
His body, why wasn’t it up to him?
“How’s the symbiotic world?”
The professor gestured for Nan Yin to sit down.
But how could he sit still? He wanted to know if she would be okay now.
