Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 363 EEG

Looking at the obscene smile on Xu San's mouth, Xiao Hong knew that he was not thinking of anything good.

Sure enough, Xu San smiled and said to her, "How about I use my body to compensate?" Then he did a bodybuilder's movement.

There was a flush on Xiao Hong's face, "Hmph, who cares! Besides, your body is mine. Change it!" As she spoke, she looked at Hua Zejin.

Hua Zejin did not refuse in a hurry like Xiaohong, but walked up to Xu San, pressed Xu San's elastic muscles with her hands, and then licked her tongue.

This action scared Xu San enough.

Xu San knew what Hua Zejin was doing. He was a researcher in the water supply unit. Although he was a doctor on the surface, he was behind the scenes of employing T experiments.And the action of Hua Zejin licking his lips just now reminded him of the little white mice and those who were persecuted by the water supply troops.

Look at Hua Zejin's eyes again, although it is hidden very deeply, but a little bit of greed can be seen faintly.

Is labor and capital trying to die again this time?

Xu San was drumming in his heart, thinking for a while that if Hua Zejin really made an unreasonable request, how would he refuse it.

Xiaohong on the other side also felt that Hua Zejin's state was not right. According to his thinking, he naturally thought of the aspect of in-depth communication between men and women.

The eclectic scene filled her brain for a moment, making her heart flutter, but she immediately shook her head and told herself that Xu San was her brother-in-law, so she couldn't be tempted, now it was just pretending, acting!
But this woman named Huaze in front of me is really annoying, looking at her like this, she is clearly the body of a greedy brother-in-law.

Sure enough, as Xiaohong expected, Hua Zejin touched Xu San's body for a long time and said, "I accept your compensation, and your body belongs to me for the time being." After speaking, she took out her That little notebook, something was recorded on it.

Xiaohong pouted her lips and snorted coldly, then closed her eyes and looked at Xu San viciously, to see how she would deal with this old woman.

As for Xu San, at this moment, his heart was chilling, chilling, feeling like a little white mouse in a cage, waiting to be slaughtered.

Hua Zejin put away the pen and notebook, and said, "Let's go, let's have breakfast. The miso soup in the hospital cafeteria tastes very authentic. You can have some."

Xu San nodded, still thinking about how Hua Zejin would study his question.

For things like miso, Xu San didn't catch a cold, and the food was tasteless.

Seeing Xu San's lack of appetite, Hua Zejin asked, "Why, isn't the miso here not to your appetite?"

Xu San shook his head and said, "I can't taste it, maybe it's a sequelae."

Hua Zejin put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked carefully at Xu San's face, "I'll do another inspection for you later."

"Oh, okay, Xu San absent-mindedly agreed." At this time, he had already broken the jar, thinking to himself, it was sliced ​​anyway, and it would be the same if cut horizontally or vertically.

After hastily eating breakfast, Hua Zejin took Xu San to check.

In this era, there are not as many large-scale instruments as later generations, but there are still electrocardiograms, but what Xu San did not expect the most is that there are electroencephalograms in this hospital.

The size of this ancient equipment is very large, of which the power supply and voltage stabilization components account for a large part.

Xu San was not in a hurry to do the EEG, but turned around the machine with great interest.

Hua Zejin didn't stop him either, and let Xu San watch. Anyway, as long as he doesn't move around, he'll be fine.

After Xu San turned around twice, Xu San squatted in front of the machine, muttering softly, "modeL I, yes, it's still a vacuum tube."

On the side of the detour, I looked at the manufacturing area, and couldn't help but ask, "MRASS, this is an old American product. It's a 38-year-old product. Is it new enough?"

The staff in charge of the EEG was surprised. He didn't expect the patient to be able to speak English. "That's right, this is Laomei's latest product. There are only three in China."

"There are three, that's a lot. Old Mei likes to engage in technical blockades. You guys seem to have a solid way to get three! Hmm." Xu San looked up at the staff, "I also know a few hospitals, but I can help you Ask if you need this kind of equipment. If they need it, I can contact you for you, but the intermediary fee."

The staff were somewhat confused by Xu Sanyi's series of irrelevant words, and they didn't know how to answer them.

Looking at this machine, Xu San really likes it more and more.

I really want to roll away.

What a wonderful machine, but it takes up too much space, and it is also a problem to get it back for power supply. Xu San thinks that even if one is made for the Eighth Route Army, it may not be used.

Because this thing doesn't look big, but it is a precision instrument, and no one will use it if it is used.

However, at this moment, Xu San already had a plan in his mind, and if he had a chance, he would still let it take it away. It didn't matter whether the Eighth Route Army would use it or not, it was safe anyway.

As for the operators and medical staff, just tie a few.

It's not that Xu San hasn't done this before, and he doesn't feel pressured to do it again.

After looking at it for a while, Xu San lay down on the black operating table, complaining, "The black color scheme is not good, it is easy to make patients have bad associations, and it may affect the data."

"Then what color should Conan-kun's suggestion be replaced?" Hua Zejin asked.

Xu San thought about the decoration style of later generations of hospitals, and then said, "Dark green or white, light gray, these colors have less impact on the heart."

"Okay, I will write down Conan-kun's suggestion first. If there is a chance, we will make corresponding improvements."

Xu San said "um" and stopped talking.

Then Hua Zejin touched Xu San's head easily, and asked, "I suggest that Mr. Conan cut his hair, so that it is easier to collect data."

"Then cut it off, I was bald when I came too far last time." Xu San happily agreed to Hua Zejin's suggestion.

Five minutes later, the bald Xu San lay down on the console again.

Looking at the pile of colorful wires and unidentified metal connectors, Xu San suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.

In order to divert his attention, he looked at Hua Zejin and said, "Is there nothing to ask this time? Do you want to do a skin preparation next time?"

"Below?" Hua Zejin looked at Xu San's bald head, and then his eyes gradually shifted downwards, "Conan Jun, do you really want to? If you want to, let me do it this time."

Hua Zejin's voice was a little teasing and a little cold, not her usual style at all.

That caused Xu San to fight a cold war in his heart, thinking that the molestation might be too much this time.

In order to avoid unnecessary harm, he quickly said, "No, it has nothing to do with the EEG, so I don't bother Miss Huaze."

"Then please Conan-kun prepare well. After finishing this EEG, we still have to go to Matsushita Colonel!"

"Okay!" Xu San agreed, and simply closed his eyes, not to look at those creepy wires, and at the same time, he secretly operated the Qi Jue to stabilize his mentality.

　Happy Lantern Festival.

　　It was another busy day. After reading it, I was dazzled, and went home to type quickly. The days without saving manuscripts are really frustrating.
　　
　
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