Actually, this lamp isn't that special. But Wang Ying had to show that the lamp was great.
After all, it was the lamp he chose to appraise; he couldn't afford to be wrong.
Once a person has a public image and idol baggage, it becomes very difficult to truly be oneself.
Tong Ming said:
"Captain, you're awesome. What's the function of this lamp?"
Zheng Zai was also quite curious.
Wang Ying said:
"I'm not exactly sure, but right now, my eyes are seeing several different perspectives..."
Wang Ying spoke as he turned his back.
The light was dim but enough to illuminate this small hospital room. Wang Ying said:
"Although I have turned around, I can see what you all are seeing."
"Zheng Zai, you're staring at this lamp."
"Tong Ming, you're looking at the ceiling."
"Wen Xishu, what are you looking for? Why are you rummaging through the cabinet?"
Everyone understood. The lamp in Wang Ying's hand shared the vision of anyone illuminated by its light with Wang Ying.
