Chapter 420: 420
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"Tumor?"
"Yes it is."
"I?"
"Yes it is."
The absurd smile in Adam's eyes surged up, and he couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year. He shook his head slightly, his actions were a bit funny, "but it doesn't make sense at all. ."
Immediately he realized that his reaction was disrespect for the doctor, so he coughed slightly, regained his composure, closed his jaw, and apologized with his eyes, "I am not challenging your authority." Adam Biting his lower lip, raising his right hand, gently scratching his forehead, and then raising his head again, "I mean, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I'm still a recycling type."
After speaking, Adam raised his eyebrows and showed a self-deprecating smile, raised his hands slightly, and brought the spirit of self-ridicule to the extreme. However, his movements quickly converged and the doctor calmed down. The words made the smile on his face gradually dissipated.
"In fact, your situation is rather strange, because your cause is very rare..."
The arc of Adam’s mouth froze a bit. He watched the doctor’s sight seriously, but the doctor was still avoiding the contact with the sight. He just explained eloquently. The professional and dedicated attitude did not mean to be a joke at all. Adam was stunned.
Tumor? he?
The whispering voices in my ears are like echoes in a valley, getting farther and weaker, and finally there is only a chaotic echo. I can't hear the specific sentences, as if the wind is whistling.
So, what does this mean? Is he really suffering from a tumor? Malignant tumor? Then, what did the doctor just say? cancer? He has cancer? Why did he get cancer? What kind of cancer is it? What is the difference between cancer and tumor? However, the doctor said just now that his blood and urine tests were normal. What is going on?
Question marks, countless question marks, kept popping up in my mind, more and more, and gradually filled the whole brain. He only felt dizzy, but the brain seemed to temporarily stop working, and he couldn't think well. . Everything has become the simplest word, "cancer", zoomed in and zoomed in again.
Andrew was reading the manuscript according to the report. He had read the professional medical vocabulary countless times, and finally it became smoother, but his attention was always a little less concentrated. I could see Adam in front of me from the corner of my vision. The dark brown eyes turned into a cloud of chaos, the smile disappeared, the sun faded, and the focus dizzy little by little, leaving nothing but a daze.
Suddenly, time seemed to stop, and even the air stopped flowing.
This is a little bit dazed, there is no sadness, no pain, no anger, no struggle, and some just puzzles that are incomprehensible, but there is a slight bitterness, spreading on the tip of the tongue.
Adam lowered his head and thought about it, but found that his head still couldn't sort out his thoughts. He gently pushed the chair back, and then stood up with his hands supporting himself, his arms were a little weak and his body staggered. After a while, but conditioned reflexively supported, he unconsciously smiled at the doctor, as if mocking his embarrassment, and apologizing for his rudeness, but his eyes still couldn't see the focus, naturally. People can't tell.
Then he stood up and walked to the window.
The sound in his ears is still echoing, but Adam needs a little fresh air. Standing by the window, watching the cars coming and going below, the focus stopped on a big red car, moving along with the traffic, and then it was blurred again, and the voice echoing in the room changed again. To be clear, "...shrink the tumor to a size that is easy to handle, and then consider surgery."
By the way, he had a tumor, or more accurately, a deteriorating tumor, which is cancer.
This thought came out, and the brain that stopped thinking couldn't help but start to work again, and the sense of reality gradually became clear. His fingers couldn't help curling up, and the fingertips were cold. What does cancer mean? death.
A simple word came out, and Adam’s finger movements could not help but pause, and the doctor’s calm and objective voice came in his ear, "...Next, chemotherapy may cause infertility", but he turned a deaf ear and hit directly. Cut off the doctor's words, "But I will get better, right?"
Andrew raised his head and looked at Adam. There was a little tension between the sloppy eyebrows, and more doubts. The anxiety slowly fainted like smoke, but it was not turbulent. Gradually, gradually. The eyebrows were wrapped around and extended little by little.
Andrew inexplicably felt that his shoulder muscles tightened slightly, and the invisible pressure began to spread. He avoided his sight and tried to recall the words in response, but his brain was blank.
"Right?"
There was a slight smile in Adam's voice, and he looked over intently and earnestly, revealing a faint expectation.
"...If you want to find someone to talk to." Andrew finally remembered, but he said a word that was extremely difficult, even a little stumbled. He raised his hand, but put it down weakly, he was not sure. Why did I do this action, and what did I want to do, "Uh...our hospital, um... there are some excellent social workers and psychologists..."
The doctor's words gradually became blurred in his ears again, Adam looked out the window again, his brain gradually became a blank, not a blank like white paper, but a chaotic blank, countless thoughts surging gently At this moment, the chaos became a mass, and it was impossible to sort out. The depths of the pupils revealed confusion and confusion, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The dark brown eyes were still clear and bright, but there was no trace of the soul for a while; through the thin shoulders, it seemed that the leaping elves could gradually quiet down, and the brilliant sun slowly dissipated. The cheerful breath slowly calmed down, and the whole world was plunged into a cloud of gray, not bright white, nor deep black, but a vague gray, full of uncertain swings.
Will just stood there quietly, staring at the figure from behind.
The back with confusion, loss, confusion, and loneliness. Everything is faint, not turbulent, but I feel that the aura of the whole person is gradually weakening, as if a bright flame, after losing the support of the firewood, gradually dimmed. A faint residual temperature could still be felt around the fireplace, but the temperature still dropped uncontrollably.
This loss of temperature is so slow, yet so helpless. More or more still at a loss-I want to fight hard, but I don't know how to start at a loss, so I just froze in place.
Inexplicably, Will tasted a bit of bitterness.
It's not the kind of pain that is rushing, shaking, and piercing the lungs, nor is it the kind of shock that touches the lungs, tears down, and hits the soul directly. Everything is just like a cup of warm water, just right, gently pulling the wounds deep in the heart, that dullness The sourness can only be tasted by oneself.
Will suddenly turned his head and couldn't bear it. Because in that back figure, he saw himself, he saw himself at a loss and at a loss. The memory finally came back again, everything was so lifelike and terrifyingly real that made him breathless.
Jonathan just stood there blankly, still smiling at the corners of his mouth-the small expressions, small details and small lines in Lan Li's performance just now were a kind of natural joke, which made people couldn't help but smile. , He likes moments like this, moments of having fun in hardship. But immediately, Jonathan tasted the bitterness, which was so turbulent that he could hardly swallow.
He finally understood what Lan Li meant.
As with the previous performance, this time there seems to be nothing, no signs of exertion, no emotional outbursts, no ups and downs of drama, everything is an understatement, allowing people to savor carefully. To hide the delicate emotions in it-
Perplexed, confused, lost, that kind of empty sense of emptiness made the focus lose its direction. It seems that I have never really understood what cancer means and what will it bring? It seems that I have never really understood what cancer needs to face, and where is the road ahead?
At that moment, the hands were at a loss, like a three-year-old kid who knocked over a cake plate~www.novelhall.com~ worried about the scolding by his parents, but not sure how bad his behavior was. The innocent eyes revealed an innocent and simple blankness, but easily hit the softness deep in his heart, so sore that it made people breathless.
cancer.
Just the weight of this word is like a mountain pressing on his chest.
Lan Li converged all the dramatic explosions, but Yun Guo Wuhen's delicate processing made everything logical.
In contrast, the previous performance was ridiculous, exaggerated, ridiculous, and even greasy like a monkey show. Such a fully released performance, placed here, seems cheap. At a rough glance, you will feel a shock and a powerful blow; but after a careful review, it is too fierce, too forceful, and too irritable. Everything burst out in one breath, but flowed to the surface.
No need to explain or argue, Jonathan just licked his lips, and the bitterness of his tongue made his entire face wrinkle. He knew that this was a truly outstanding performance.
No wonder. No wonder Lan Li was so dissatisfied just now, no wonder Lan Li's words were so intense just now, no wonder Lan Li just now asked for a break despite being rude. The difference in state makes the performance very different. If Jonathan knew that Lan Li could dedicate such a performance, then he would certainly sneer at his previous performance.
But what is commendable is that he didn't know, but Lan Li took the initiative to mention it.
This professionalism made Jonathan's cheeks a little hot. Thinking back to his speculations and complaints, he couldn't lift his head.
"...Ka!" The whole set was silent for five seconds. Jonathan was born and broke the balance. He scratched his head awkwardly, thought for a while, and actively said, "Let's watch the replay."
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"Tumor?"
"Yes it is."
"I?"
"Yes it is."
The absurd smile in Adam's eyes surged up, and he couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year. He shook his head slightly, his actions were a bit funny, "but it doesn't make sense at all. ."
Immediately he realized that his reaction was disrespect for the doctor, so he coughed slightly, regained his composure, closed his jaw, and apologized with his eyes, "I am not challenging your authority." Adam Biting his lower lip, raising his right hand, gently scratching his forehead, and then raising his head again, "I mean, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I'm still a recycling type."
After speaking, Adam raised his eyebrows and showed a self-deprecating smile, raised his hands slightly, and brought the spirit of self-ridicule to the extreme. However, his movements quickly converged and the doctor calmed down. The words made the smile on his face gradually dissipated.
"In fact, your situation is rather strange, because your cause is very rare..."
The arc of Adam’s mouth froze a bit. He watched the doctor’s sight seriously, but the doctor was still avoiding the contact with the sight. He just explained eloquently. The professional and dedicated attitude did not mean to be a joke at all. Adam was stunned.
Tumor? he?
The whispering voices in my ears are like echoes in a valley, getting farther and weaker, and finally there is only a chaotic echo. I can't hear the specific sentences, as if the wind is whistling.
So, what does this mean? Is he really suffering from a tumor? Malignant tumor? Then, what did the doctor just say? cancer? He has cancer? Why did he get cancer? What kind of cancer is it? What is the difference between cancer and tumor? However, the doctor said just now that his blood and urine tests were normal. What is going on?
Question marks, countless question marks, kept popping up in my mind, more and more, and gradually filled the whole brain. He only felt dizzy, but the brain seemed to temporarily stop working, and he couldn't think well. . Everything has become the simplest word, "cancer", zoomed in and zoomed in again.
Andrew was reading the manuscript according to the report. He had read the professional medical vocabulary countless times, and finally it became smoother, but his attention was always a little less concentrated. I could see Adam in front of me from the corner of my vision. The dark brown eyes turned into a cloud of chaos, the smile disappeared, the sun faded, and the focus dizzy little by little, leaving nothing but a daze.
Suddenly, time seemed to stop, and even the air stopped flowing.
This is a little bit dazed, there is no sadness, no pain, no anger, no struggle, and some just puzzles that are incomprehensible, but there is a slight bitterness, spreading on the tip of the tongue.
Adam lowered his head and thought about it, but found that his head still couldn't sort out his thoughts. He gently pushed the chair back, and then stood up with his hands supporting himself, his arms were a little weak and his body staggered. After a while, but conditioned reflexively supported, he unconsciously smiled at the doctor, as if mocking his embarrassment, and apologizing for his rudeness, but his eyes still couldn't see the focus, naturally. People can't tell.
Then he stood up and walked to the window.
The sound in his ears is still echoing, but Adam needs a little fresh air. Standing by the window, watching the cars coming and going below, the focus stopped on a big red car, moving along with the traffic, and then it was blurred again, and the voice echoing in the room changed again. To be clear, "...shrink the tumor to a size that is easy to handle, and then consider surgery."
By the way, he had a tumor, or more accurately, a deteriorating tumor, which is cancer.
This thought came out, and the brain that stopped thinking couldn't help but start to work again, and the sense of reality gradually became clear. His fingers couldn't help curling up, and the fingertips were cold. What does cancer mean? death.
A simple word came out, and Adam’s finger movements could not help but pause, and the doctor’s calm and objective voice came in his ear, "...Next, chemotherapy may cause infertility", but he turned a deaf ear and hit directly. Cut off the doctor's words, "But I will get better, right?"
Andrew raised his head and looked at Adam. There was a little tension between the sloppy eyebrows, and more doubts. The anxiety slowly fainted like smoke, but it was not turbulent. Gradually, gradually. The eyebrows were wrapped around and extended little by little.
Andrew inexplicably felt that his shoulder muscles tightened slightly, and the invisible pressure began to spread. He avoided his sight and tried to recall the words in response, but his brain was blank.
"Right?"
There was a slight smile in Adam's voice, and he looked over intently and earnestly, revealing a faint expectation.
"...If you want to find someone to talk to." Andrew finally remembered, but he said a word that was extremely difficult, even a little stumbled. He raised his hand, but put it down weakly, he was not sure. Why did I do this action, and what did I want to do, "Uh...our hospital, um... there are some excellent social workers and psychologists..."
The doctor's words gradually became blurred in his ears again, Adam looked out the window again, his brain gradually became a blank, not a blank like white paper, but a chaotic blank, countless thoughts surging gently At this moment, the chaos became a mass, and it was impossible to sort out. The depths of the pupils revealed confusion and confusion, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The dark brown eyes were still clear and bright, but there was no trace of the soul for a while; through the thin shoulders, it seemed that the leaping elves could gradually quiet down, and the brilliant sun slowly dissipated. The cheerful breath slowly calmed down, and the whole world was plunged into a cloud of gray, not bright white, nor deep black, but a vague gray, full of uncertain swings.
Will just stood there quietly, staring at the figure from behind.
The back with confusion, loss, confusion, and loneliness. Everything is faint, not turbulent, but I feel that the aura of the whole person is gradually weakening, as if a bright flame, after losing the support of the firewood, gradually dimmed. A faint residual temperature could still be felt around the fireplace, but the temperature still dropped uncontrollably.
This loss of temperature is so slow, yet so helpless. More or more still at a loss-I want to fight hard, but I don't know how to start at a loss, so I just froze in place.
Inexplicably, Will tasted a bit of bitterness.
It's not the kind of pain that is rushing, shaking, and piercing the lungs, nor is it the kind of shock that touches the lungs, tears down, and hits the soul directly. Everything is just like a cup of warm water, just right, gently pulling the wounds deep in the heart, that dullness The sourness can only be tasted by oneself.
Will suddenly turned his head and couldn't bear it. Because in that back figure, he saw himself, he saw himself at a loss and at a loss. The memory finally came back again, everything was so lifelike and terrifyingly real that made him breathless.
Jonathan just stood there blankly, still smiling at the corners of his mouth-the small expressions, small details and small lines in Lan Li's performance just now were a kind of natural joke, which made people couldn't help but smile. , He likes moments like this, moments of having fun in hardship. But immediately, Jonathan tasted the bitterness, which was so turbulent that he could hardly swallow.
He finally understood what Lan Li meant.
As with the previous performance, this time there seems to be nothing, no signs of exertion, no emotional outbursts, no ups and downs of drama, everything is an understatement, allowing people to savor carefully. To hide the delicate emotions in it-
Perplexed, confused, lost, that kind of empty sense of emptiness made the focus lose its direction. It seems that I have never really understood what cancer means and what will it bring? It seems that I have never really understood what cancer needs to face, and where is the road ahead?
At that moment, the hands were at a loss, like a three-year-old kid who knocked over a cake plate~www.novelhall.com~ worried about the scolding by his parents, but not sure how bad his behavior was. The innocent eyes revealed an innocent and simple blankness, but easily hit the softness deep in his heart, so sore that it made people breathless.
cancer.
Just the weight of this word is like a mountain pressing on his chest.
Lan Li converged all the dramatic explosions, but Yun Guo Wuhen's delicate processing made everything logical.
In contrast, the previous performance was ridiculous, exaggerated, ridiculous, and even greasy like a monkey show. Such a fully released performance, placed here, seems cheap. At a rough glance, you will feel a shock and a powerful blow; but after a careful review, it is too fierce, too forceful, and too irritable. Everything burst out in one breath, but flowed to the surface.
No need to explain or argue, Jonathan just licked his lips, and the bitterness of his tongue made his entire face wrinkle. He knew that this was a truly outstanding performance.
No wonder. No wonder Lan Li was so dissatisfied just now, no wonder Lan Li's words were so intense just now, no wonder Lan Li just now asked for a break despite being rude. The difference in state makes the performance very different. If Jonathan knew that Lan Li could dedicate such a performance, then he would certainly sneer at his previous performance.
But what is commendable is that he didn't know, but Lan Li took the initiative to mention it.
This professionalism made Jonathan's cheeks a little hot. Thinking back to his speculations and complaints, he couldn't lift his head.
"...Ka!" The whole set was silent for five seconds. Jonathan was born and broke the balance. He scratched his head awkwardly, thought for a while, and actively said, "Let's watch the replay."
"Tumor?""Yes it is.""I?""Yes it is."The absurd smile in Adam's eyes surged up, and he couldn't help but shrugged his shoulders as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year. He shook his head slightly, his actions were a bit funny, "but it doesn't make sense at all. ."Immediately he realized that his reaction was disrespect for the doctor, so he coughed slightly, regained his composure, closed his jaw, and apologized with his eyes, "I am not challenging your authority." Adam Biting his lower lip, raising his right hand, gently scratching his forehead, and then raising his head again, "I mean, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I'm still a recycling type."After speaking, Adam raised his eyebrows and showed a self-deprecating smile, raised his hands slightly, and brought the spirit of self-ridicule to the extreme. However, his movements quickly converged and the doctor calmed down. The words made the smile on his face gradually dissipated."In fact, your situation is rather strange, because your cause is very rare..."The arc of Adam's mouth froze a bit. He watched the doctor's sight seriously, but the doctor was still avoiding the contact with the sight. He just explained eloquently. The professional and dedicated attitude did not mean to be a joke at all. Adam was stunned.Tumor? he?The whispering voices in my ears are like echoes in a valley, getting farther and weaker, and finally there is only a chaotic echo. I can't hear the specific sentences, as if the wind is whistling.So, what does this mean? Is he really suffering from a tumor? Malignant tumor? Then, what did the doctor just say? cancer? He has cancer? Why did he get cancer? What kind of cancer is it? What is the difference between cancer and tumor? However, the doctor said just now that his blood and urine tests were normal. What is going on?Question marks, countless question marks, kept popping up in my mind, more and more, and gradually filled the whole brain. He only felt dizzy, but the brain seemed to temporarily stop working, and he couldn't think well. . Everything has become the simplest word, "cancer", zoomed in and zoomed in again.Andrew was reading the manuscript according to the report. He had read the professional medical vocabulary countless times, and finally it became smoother, but his attention was always a little less concentrated. I could see Adam in front of me from the corner of my vision. The dark brown eyes turned into a cloud of chaos, the smile disappeared, the sun faded, and the focus dizzy little by little, leaving nothing but a daze.Suddenly, time seemed to stop, and even the air stopped flowing.This is a little bit dazed, there is no sadness, no pain, no anger, no struggle, and some just puzzles that are incomprehensible, but there is a slight bitterness, spreading on the tip of the tongue.Adam lowered his head and thought about it, but found that his head still couldn't sort out his thoughts. He gently pushed the chair back, and then stood up with his hands supporting himself, his arms were a little weak and his body staggered. After a while, but conditioned reflexively supported, he unconsciously smiled at the doctor, as if mocking his embarrassment, and apologizing for his rudeness, but his eyes still couldn't see the focus, naturally. People can't tell.Then he stood up and walked to the window.The sound in his ears is still echoing, but Adam needs a little fresh air. Standing by the window, watching the cars coming and going below, the focus stopped on a big red car, moving along with the traffic, and then it was blurred again, and the voice echoing in the room changed again. To be clear, "...shrink the tumor to a size that is easy to handle, and then consider surgery."By the way, he had a tumor, or more accurately, a deteriorating tumor, which is cancer.This thought came out, and the brain that stopped thinking couldn't help but start to work again, and the sense of reality gradually became clear. His fingers couldn't help curling up, and the fingertips were cold. What does cancer mean? death.A simple word came out, and Adam's finger movements could not help but pause, and the doctor's calm and objective voice came in his ear, "...Next, chemotherapy may cause infertility", but he turned a deaf ear and hit directly. Cut off the doctor's words, "But I will get better, right?"Andrew raised his head and looked at Adam. There was a little tension between the sloppy eyebrows, and more doubts. The anxiety slowly fainted like smoke, but it was not turbulent. Gradually, gradually. The eyebrows were wrapped around and extended little by little.Andrew inexplicably felt that his shoulder muscles tightened slightly, and the invisible pressure began to spread. He avoided his sight and tried to recall the words in response, but his brain was blank."Right?"There was a slight smile in Adam's voice, and he looked over intently and earnestly, revealing a faint expectation."...If you want to find someone to talk to." Andrew finally remembered, but he said a word that was extremely difficult, even a little stumbled. He raised his hand, but put it down weakly, he was not sure. Why did I do this action, and what did I want to do, "Uh...our hospital, um... there are some excellent social workers and psychologists..."The doctor's words gradually became blurred in his ears again, Adam looked out the window again, his brain gradually became a blank, not a blank like white paper, but a chaotic blank, countless thoughts surging gently At this moment, the chaos became a mass, and it was impossible to sort out. The depths of the pupils revealed confusion and confusion, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.The dark brown eyes were still clear and bright, but there was no trace of the soul for a while; through the thin shoulders, it seemed that the leaping elves could gradually quiet down, and the brilliant sun slowly dissipated. The cheerful breath slowly calmed down, and the whole world was plunged into a cloud of gray, not bright white, nor deep black, but a vague gray, full of uncertain swings.Will just stood there quietly, staring at the figure from behind.The back with confusion, loss, confusion, and loneliness. Everything is faint, not turbulent, but I feel that the aura of the whole person is gradually weakening, as if a bright flame, after losing the support of the firewood, gradually dimmed. A faint residual temperature could still be felt around the fireplace, but the temperature still dropped uncontrollably.This loss of temperature is so slow, yet so helpless. More or more still at a loss-I want to fight hard, but I don't know how to start at a loss, so I just froze in place.Inexplicably, Will tasted a bit of bitterness.It's not the kind of pain that is rushing, shaking, and piercing the lungs, nor is it the kind of shock that touches the lungs, tears down, and hits the soul directly. Everything is just like a cup of warm water, just right, gently pulling the wounds deep in the heart, that dullness The sourness can only be tasted by oneself.Will suddenly turned his head and couldn't bear it. Because in that back figure, he saw himself, he saw himself at a loss and at a loss. The memory finally came back again, everything was so lifelike and terrifyingly real that made him breathless.Jonathan just stood there blankly, still smiling at the corners of his mouth-the small expressions, small details and small lines in Lan Li's performance just now were a kind of natural joke, which made people couldn't help but smile. , He likes moments like this, moments of having fun in hardship. But immediately, Jonathan tasted the bitterness, which was so turbulent that he could hardly swallow.He finally understood what Lan Li meant.As with the previous performance, this time there seems to be nothing, no signs of exertion, no emotional outbursts, no ups and downs of drama, everything is an understatement, allowing people to savor carefully. To hide the delicate emotions in it-Perplexed, confused, lost, that kind of empty sense of emptiness made the focus lose its direction. It seems that I have never really understood what cancer means and what will it bring? It seems that I have never really understood what cancer needs to face, and where is the road ahead?At that moment, the hands were at a loss, like a three-year-old kid who knocked over a cake plate~www.novelhall.com~ worried about the scolding by his parents, but not sure how bad his behavior was. The innocent eyes revealed an innocent and simple blankness, but easily hit the softness deep in his heart, so sore that it made people breathless.cancer.Just the weight of this word is like a mountain pressing on his chest.Lan Li converged all the dramatic explosions, but Yun Guo Wuhen's delicate processing made everything logical.In contrast, the previous performance was ridiculous, exaggerated, ridiculous, and even greasy like a monkey show. Such a fully released performance, placed here, seems cheap. At a rough glance, you will feel a shock and a powerful blow; but after a careful review, it is too fierce, too forceful, and too irritable. Everything burst out in one breath, but flowed to the surface.No need to explain or argue, Jonathan just licked his lips, and the bitterness of his tongue made his entire face wrinkle. He knew that this was a truly outstanding performance.No wonder. No wonder Lan Li was so dissatisfied just now, no wonder Lan Li's words were so intense just now, no wonder Lan Li just now asked for a break despite being rude. The difference in state makes the performance very different. If Jonathan knew that Lan Li could dedicate such a performance, then he would certainly sneer at his previous performance.But what is commendable is that he didn't know, but Lan Li took the initiative to mention it.This professionalism made Jonathan's cheeks a little hot. Thinking back to his speculations and complaints, he couldn't lift his head."...Ka!" The whole set was silent for five seconds. Jonathan was born and broke the balance. He scratched his head awkwardly, thought for a while, and actively said, "Let's watch the replay."
