The deeply regretful David Brooks now had a calm face, steady heartbeat, and spoke fluently, “Linda Bennett classmate, first tell me, did you hit Brian Carter on the head?”

Linda Bennett was someone who dared to take responsibility for her actions, and immediately said, “That's right, I did hit him. But... hmph, why don't you ask him what good things he did?”

David Brooks said, “Sorry, Classmate Bennett, I know you suffered losses too, but look at him—he's been knocked silly by you, he doesn't even have the most basic common sense anymore. Do you think your loss is more serious than his?”

Linda Bennett felt extremely wronged, “He's faking it. He's not stupid at all!”

Brian Carter chimed in cooperatively from the side, “Yes, she's right, I am indeed not stupid!”

David Brooks rolled his eyes, “Have you ever seen a fool admit they're a fool?”

Brian Carter: “……”

David Brooks ignored him, instead pointing at him and saying to Linda Bennett, “Look at him, just look—he's already this far gone, and you still say he's not stupid?”

Linda Bennett: “……”

Chapter 008: Big Trouble

In the end, Linda Bennett had no choice but to accompany the two of them for a CT scan. It was on her way anyway, since the doctor had also ordered a CT scan for her.

Amidst the commotion, the three of them arrived at the radiology department of the city people's hospital.

The CT scan was no big deal for Linda Bennett. Although it was her first time, even if she hadn't eaten pork, she'd at least seen pigs walk, right? So she didn't feel anything special at all.

However, Brian Carter felt it was quite special—novel, confusing, exciting, and a bit scary, because lying on that thing really felt like lying in a coffin.

Half an hour later, the results for both of them came out.

The one in excruciating pain, Linda Bennett, turned out to be perfectly fine—her pelvis and lumbosacral vertebrae showed no signs of injury at all, just a minor soft tissue contusion.

But the one who felt nothing unless he was thinking, when his head would feel like it was about to explode—Brian Carter—had a big problem. The report read: Irregular high-density shadow seen in the right thalamus and posterior limb of the internal capsule, measuring about 3.0×2.4×2.5cm, with slightly blurred lesion boundaries, a low-density edema zone around it, mild local compression and narrowing of the right lateral ventricle, patchy low density near the centrum semiovale of the right frontal lobe and periventricular area of the left frontal lobe, punctate low density in the pons, the rest of the brain tissue density is normal, both cerebral hemispheres are symmetrical, and the midline structures are centered. CT impression: Consider thalamic hemorrhage in the right thalamus and posterior limb of the internal capsule, breaking into the ventricle.

None of the three could understand the result at all, but from the description, the problem seemed serious—even Brian Carter realized this was probably not just an ordinary issue.

Originally, Linda Bennett hadn't taken it seriously at all, but now she panicked, because she never expected that a few light hits could cause something like this. She didn't care about arguing anymore, and hurried back with the two of them to the emergency surgery department to find that bespectacled doctor.

After looking at the results, the bespectacled doctor was silent for a long time. He looked at the report, then at Brian Carter, then at Brian Carter again, then at the report again, his eyes full of doubt and astonishment, but he said nothing.

Brian Carter grew anxious under the scrutiny and finally said, “Doctor, may I ask, what exactly is my condition?”

The bespectacled doctor didn't answer, but asked instead, “When exactly were you hit on the head?”

Brian Carter thought for a moment and said, “Between the hour of Shen and the hour of You!”

The bespectacled doctor widened his eyes, “What, what?”

Linda Bennett shot Brian Carter a sidelong glance and explained to the doctor, “It was between four and five in the afternoon!”

The bespectacled doctor checked his watch, “It's only been a little over two hours since then—how is that possible? Are you sure you didn't lose consciousness at the time?”

Linda Bennett said, “He did lose consciousness, but only for a few minutes.”

The bespectacled doctor asked, “Are you sure?”

Linda Bennett nodded, “I'm sure!”

The bespectacled doctor asked again, “Are you really sure?”

Linda Bennett was so exasperated she stomped her foot—did he really need proof for this too?

Brian Carter slowly chimed in, “She was the one who hit me, how could she not be sure?”

The bespectacled doctor stared wide-eyed at Linda Bennett, then muttered, “That's impossible, there's absolutely no reason for this. Patients with brainstem hemorrhage usually fall into a coma, especially with such a severe hemorrhage. How could he have only been unconscious for a few minutes and then be standing here just fine?”

It was as if the bespectacled doctor was talking to himself, or perhaps to the three of them, but none of them understood what he was saying.

Linda Bennett couldn't help but ask, “Doctor, what's impossible? What exactly is his condition now?”

The bespectacled doctor snapped back to reality, pushed up his nearly falling glasses, and cleared his throat, “According to my judgment and the CT results, this is a brainstem hemorrhage caused by trauma, and the amount of bleeding exceeds twenty milliliters. Theoretically, this young man should already be dead!”

“Ah?” This time, not only were Linda Bennett and David Brooks startled, but even Brian Carter was shocked—this doctor was truly impressive, he could even tell that someone was already dead.