But...
This process is still quite troublesome, after all, it's unclear what memories each person has. Therefore, we can only implant memories that do not contradict logic or personal habits as much as possible. It's most fitting for Zhang Yiren to handle such matters.
Don't say that.
The train really needs someone like this with a pen, useful from time to time.
Finally—
Zhang Yiren wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down the pen in his hand: "Finished. I didn't dare to write too many logical narrative memory segments. They're all fragmented memories, but most childhood memories are rather blurry, adding a bit more detail to that period, it's hard to notice by oneself."
"Bring that guy up."
Quickly.
The middle-aged man in a comatose state was brought up, Biaozi walked forward and balled up a piece of bread, trying to shove it into his mouth, but... when someone is unconscious, it's hard to shove anything into their mouth.
"Let me do it."
