"Terminal, your thoughts are a bit dangerous right now."
Li Zheng squinted, thinking, can a kind personality have such sleazy ideas?
The Terminal made a dismissive expression: "You seem to lack a sense of humor."
Li Zheng replied calmly: "Vulgar jokes aren't humor. I don't remember being someone who tells such vulgar jokes."
The Terminal hesitated, then finally sighed: "If you lived inside a computer for nearly a hundred thousand years, you'd change a lot too."
Seemingly touched by a painful memory, the Terminal suddenly lost interest in communicating with Li Zheng, controlling the medical bed to collect some of Zhan Zhouzhou's arterial blood, venous blood, and bone marrow, then woke her up: "Alright, I'll notify you when the clone matures... Oh, by the way, that girl named Yan Guang will be born in five days, remember to come pick her up, or give me an address, and I'll deliver her to you immediately."
