Inside Ward 103, Li Xiaoye, dressed in hospital garb, sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the "Li Xiaoye Grinding the Millstone" picture above his bed head.
Headless Li Xiaoye was pulling a stone grinder, on top of which wasn't soybeans, but his own head.
"Mr. Li, how did you sleep last night?" Chen Ke asked.
"Not well," Li Xiaoye said.
"How so?"
"Had a nightmare," Li Xiaoye touched his neck, "dreamt my head turned into plasma, tried to drink it back into my body, only to find my head missing."
"It's the effect of the therapy," He Qingyan pointed out light-heartedly, "Once you're scared, you're cured."
Li Xiaoye sighed.
"What's the matter? Feeling unwell?" Chen Ke asked.
Li Xiaoye was sullen and didn't speak.
Su Qing looked towards Gu Ran.
"Perhaps buy him a magazine by An Yao to ease his worries," Gu Ran suggested.
