The moon was silvery as water, and time quietly reached half-past ten at night.
Li Qiao sat in the laboratory, resting her forehead in her hand, listening to Reid's explanation. With her eyelids lowered, it was impossible to decipher her emotions.
"MECT therapy does not cause organic damage to the brain, and indeed, it can serve as a medical intervention for mania..."
Li Qiao pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.
On the other end of the video call, Reid also paused for a few seconds before adding, "However, intervening with MECT therapy without the use of drugs could very likely lead to disordered memory in the patient. You need to think it through."
"Hmm, I will consider it, thank you."
Reid, observing Li Qiao's faint expression, sighed, "The few special medications I gave you, you can have the patient try them to see the effects. Maybe the outcome won't be as bad as you imagine."
Li Qiao cracked a smile, "OK."
