When Ziong MingDe woke up, he found himself lying on a white hospital bed. The ceiling was high and pure white; the walls, though distant, were also white. Even the floor, made of white tiles, was spotlessly clean and shimmering. In this immaculate room that was almost blinding, Ziong MingDe momentarily lost his sense of space due to the dazzling light. However, after his body quickly adjusted, he gradually adapted to this peculiar room.

It was not a hospital room, but rather an unusual and spacious laboratory, and he himself was lying in the middle of the laboratory on the bed. "You have made remarkable progress in adaptation. You've truly developed a strong physique," a voice came from behind Ziong MingDe. He turned around alertly and saw a middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat and round glasses. The man was holding a whiteboard in one hand and a pen in the other, standing by a desk not far from his bedside. On the desk were neatly arranged over a dozen monitors displaying various types of instrument readings, refreshing every second. What kind of data were these?

Ziong MingDe noticed that these monitors were connected to some devices, and from these devices, several wires extended from the desk to his bedside. It was only then that Ziong MingDe noticed the various colored wires plugged into his hands, feet, and torso. He hesitated for a moment but quickly accepted and understood this state. He did not attempt to remove these foreign objects but adjusted the bed to make himself comfortable.

This reaction and behavior surprised the middle-aged man standing by. He adjusted his glasses and exclaimed, "As Mr. An Yan said, you are indeed an extraordinary young man." The middle-aged man, holding a pen and a clipboard, approached Ziong MingDe. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ziong MingDe. My last name is Murata and I work here, at the National Seventh Brain and Mental Research Institute. I am a medical doctor and currently specialize in brain research. In this experiment, conducted in collaboration with Mr. An Yan, I am one of the main researchers. Please guide me."

While saying this, Dr. Murata handed a business card to Ziong MingDe. However, instead of taking it, Ziong MingDe flicked one corner of the card with his finger. The card flew far into the air and only fell to the ground after hitting the laboratory wall. "Dr. Murata, do you also have a side job as a comedian?" Ziong MingDe said casually.

Dr. Murata realized that his actions were indeed ridiculous. "Ah, haha, I'm sorry, Mr. Ziong MingDe. It's just a habit of mine; I didn't think about the rationality of the action before doing it. It seems that I am getting old," Dr. Murata said step by step as he walked to the wall, picked up the card that Ziong MingDe had flicked away, and put it away. He then walked back to the bedside.

This person must have OCD, and he is also a medical student. It suits him well. Dr. Murata glanced at his watch and adjusted the parameters on a device next to the bed. He then continued speaking to Ziong MingDe.

"Although I really want to chat with you more, time is running out according to the plan, so let's get straight to the point."