Doctor Du Zemu did not keep his guests waiting long.
Zheng Qing had not yet finished his first cup of tea when the doctor pulled out a thick blanket from the side, covering the documents on the table. He then got up, walked to the display case against the wall behind the desk, and took out a small emerald-green bottle.
Then he took a measuring cup, added some clear water, and dripped in two drops of a pale yellow viscous liquid.
The glass rod clinked crisply against the cup's wall, and when the sound ceased, the doctor expertly lifted his own eyelids, plucked out his eyeballs, and tossed them into the freshly prepared eyewash.
Zheng Qing was now able to watch this scene calmly.
Even when the doctor 'looked' at him with his hollow eye sockets, he managed to seize the moment to drink another sip of tea—the salty bacon sandwich he ate on the way had made him a bit thirsty.
"Good evening, Teaching Assistant,"
