Yesterday, while viewing the MS Laboratory, Gu Yi'an felt only shock; nothing else really registered.
The MS Laboratory was filled with intricate instruments, and charts that she completely couldn't understand. To her, those charts were truly meaningless.
She recorded those charts, but failed to grasp their meanings.
But today, in this so-called psychological laboratory, she felt only one sensation—cold.
Truly cold, very cold!
A cold so penetrating it was deadly.
It was a chill that seeped to the deepest marrow of her bones.
As a doctor, she knew those medical instruments well, and she was extremely familiar with those medical terminologies.
Walking past a few monitors, she saw far too many familiar things.
Ever since she learned of Xiao Ye's memories, she never touched a scalpel again, for she was simply too afraid. Whenever she encountered a scalpel, she couldn't control her thoughts or memories and would involuntarily immerse herself in that memory.
