Upon hearing Officer Xue's words, Doctor Gao stopped in his tracks, turned around, took a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out a few pills, and handed them to Officer Xue.
"Do you think I'm sick too?"
"No need to think." Gao Ming shoved the medicine into Officer Xue's bandaged hand: "If everyone living must have their own faith, then I am the most devout believer in science."
With that said, Gao Ming rode Old Ma, preparing to head home.
He hadn't gone to the hospital today, he was just too tired.
"Doctor Gao, do horses have souls?"
"If people have souls, then horses certainly have them too."
"Then do you think my soul looks like a person or a horse?"
"It should be the form you strive hard to become."
