"Grandpa?"
The elderly man with silver hair clutched the edge of the washbasin with both hands, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets, staring intently at his reflection in the mirror.
"No mistake, I counted right! There's one more! One more!"
Grandpa's emotional turbulence grew more intense. Doctor Gao took out a bottle of pills from his pocket, poured a few into his palm, and walked to Grandpa's side: "Haven't your previous seven heads all grown slowly?"
"It's been a long time since I grew a new head!"
"Is this eighth head different from the other heads?" To Doctor Gao, Grandpa was the most knowledgeable and intelligent person in the family, with seven heads thinking from different directions, storing a vast amount of knowledge, helping the family to overcome many challenges. However, as he aged, Grandpa's health deteriorated, and those heads brought him more burden.
"It's different, this head remains lucid. Chop it off! Chop it off!"
