"Mm."
Ren Zhong: "By the way, the special Wrist watch you wanted that doesn't connect to the network is undergoing reliability tests; it should be delivered soon."
Sun Miao nodded, "That's good. This way we can see Sun Ai's dreams. I also wonder what kind of dreams would be generated from the memories of a hundred thousand people mixed together."
After waiting for a few more minutes, Ying walked out from the isolation room, "There's a new situation."
Sun Miao: "What situation? Weren't her vital signs all normal?"
Ying's face turned slightly red, "I... my breast milk isn't enough for her. She's still hungry."
Sun Miao was taken aback, "Hmm?"
About fifteen minutes later, Ren Zhong and Sun Miao exited the isolation room.
At this point, Sun Ai was eagerly sucking on a straw that was delivering easily absorbable liquid food.
Sun Miao quietly opened the bio-scanner again, and a large array of parameters refreshed.
The more he looked, the more grave his expression became.
