What the hell is going on? Could he have gotten a defective product? Zhang Beixing pondered. He set the plate in his hand aside and picked up another.
The result was the same.
CRACK—
The sound echoed again.
Zhang Beixing was baffled. The first plate breaking, he could have understood if it was poor quality. But the second plate too? The situation was definitely starting to seem off.
He reached for the chopsticks. The moment his two fingers pinched them, they snapped into two pieces. When he grabbed a porcelain bowl, he somehow crushed a corner of it.
The nearby medical orderly was completely flummoxed by this. However, he soon regained his composure. He walked over, patted Zhang Beixing on the shoulder, his face still showing the remnants of shock, and said, "Comrade, please wait! Don't touch anything else. First, tell me what's going on with you. What happened? Why does everything you touch break?"
