"Yes, a little bit." The doctor on duty replied subconsciously, "But it is a sheep..."

Can the brain structure be the same?

While raising such a question, the doctor on duty saw the sheep struggling wildly and trying to escape, but was tightly bound by the rope and could not escape.

Lumian laughed:

"It doesn't matter, you can give it a try. It's just a sheep. If it dies, it will die. We can still eat the whole roasted sheep."

As he spoke, he dragged the sheep that tried to attack him to the treatment table next to him, and then suppressed it with his hands and feet.

If the patient were a human, the doctor on duty who had little experience and was prohibited from performing frontal lobotomy surgery would definitely not dare to do it, but since it was a sheep, he had no scruples.

In order not to offend the arson demon and to cooperate well and wait for the arrival of the police, the doctor on duty walked to the diagnosis table.

He said with some hesitation:

"I need an ice pick.

He was trying to find an excuse to go to the icehouse and distance himself from the arson demon, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a palm sticking out from the shadow and handing him a sharp and thin ice pick.

What, what's going on... The doctor on duty was shocked when he vaguely heard the words "You're welcome".

He numbly took the thin ice pick and untied the white bandage wrapped around the sheep's head.

The sheep struggled even more fiercely.

The doctor on duty identified the damage inside the eye socket and suddenly inserted a thin and pointed ice pick through the gap, stirring the frontal lobe of the brain.
Chapter completed!