My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

Lin Ye stood at the entrance of the main hall of the Imperial Medical Academy, his gaze sweeping over the medical officers in front of him.

Many of them still carried the smell of herbs and moxibustion, and their robes were stained with debris left over from processing the medicinal materials. Now, looking at the unidentified objects on the long table, they would occasionally glance at him with pleading eyes, their faces revealing the same tension and solemnity.

The rain was still falling outside, pounding on the roof tiles and forming streams of water that cascaded down from the eaves, carving shallow puddles into the ground. As the puddles filled, the water spread out, washing the bluestone slabs in the courtyard until they gleamed with a cold, hard sheen.

The rushing water sounded as if the sky had cracked open, letting the entire river pour down. Those inside unconsciously raised their voices, otherwise their words would be swallowed by the rain.

Lin Ye simply took out his phone. He swiped his thumb across the screen a few times, randomly opened a browser, found a tutorial video on how to put on protective clothing, turned the volume and brightness to the maximum, and played it for the medical officers.

Since modifying the phone with a cheat engine, it works perfectly even in extreme heat. The signal is full, the network is seamless, the battery is always full, and the memory seems endless.

The moment the screen lit up, the cold white light cleaved through the dim candlelight, creating a clear and bright space. Several nearby physicians were dazzled by the sudden light and leaned back in unison.

Some people even subconsciously raised their sleeves to cover their eyes, letting out a low gasp, only to swallow it back halfway through, their Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Once they could see what was on the screen, everyone crowded around, craning their necks and practically glued their eyes to the little box.

Those standing at the back tiptoed, while those in front half-squatted, resting their hands on their knees and craning their necks forward.

Someone was jostled by the person behind them, staggered half a step, and didn't bother to turn around. They just nudged back with their elbow, made a muffled "tsk" sound, and kept their eyes glued to the screen.

But no matter how hard they stood on tiptoe, they still couldn't see anything. They could only see a sliver of light peeking out from between the back of the head and the shoulder of the person in front of them. After trying for a long time without success, they had no choice but to anxiously stomp their feet in place, waiting for their colleagues in front to learn so they could teach them.

Several medical officers had seen Lord Lin using this small box from the sky before, but they were always quite far away; they could see the light but not the details. This was the first time they had seen it up close, and they were all amazed.

The cold, white light from the phone screen reflected on their faces, clearly illuminating their astonished expressions. It also made their faces appear pale, their usually rosy complexions glowing with an unreal, porcelain-like sheen.

Each pupil reflected a small, bright screen, and within each screen was a tiny human figure, layer upon layer, as if the world inside the box had grown out of their eyes.

The box was barely bigger than the palm of my hand, but the scene inside was crystal clear. Even the details of the person's fingertips pinching the zipper were clearly visible, along with the lines on the knuckles, the slight trembling of the zipper teeth as they engaged... everything came into view with unparalleled clarity.

The people inside were still moving around, and voices could be heard coming from them, speaking clearly and distinctly, as if they were standing right in front of them.

This little box can even teach people how to dress!

"Is the person in here a real person or...?" someone asked in a low voice. Before he could finish, someone watching intently next to him shushed him, and the rest of his question was cut off. He then stopped talking and focused on watching as well.

The room fell silent, save for the audio from the phone and the incessant patter of rain outside. The two sounds mingled, one clear and the other indistinct.

In the video, a person wearing tight-fitting clothing is demonstrating the proper way to put on protective gear. The clothing is thin and close-fitting, with a simple color that outlines the lines of the shoulders and back, giving it a very neat look.

The background is a small-looking room with several glowing white tubes hanging from the ceiling, much brighter than candlelight. The walls are so white under the light that they are almost blinding.

In the corner, there were several transparent boxes, and you could vaguely see that they also contained the same white clothes.

The man was quick and nimble, his movements fluid and natural, each action flowing seamlessly into the next, without the slightest hesitation. It was clear at a glance that he had practiced countless times.

He first nodded slightly at the screen, then bent down and took out a neatly folded white protective suit from the box at his feet. He grabbed the collar with one hand and shook it hard, unfolding the entire suit with a "whoosh".

Then a voice came from the phone saying, "The first step is to carefully check whether the protective suit is intact."

At the same time, the person ran their hands over the protective suit from head to toe, their fingertips sliding from the collar to the cuffs, and then along the body of the suit to the hem of the trousers, carefully checking every stitch. After the inspection, they showed it to the camera, making sure there was no damage inside or out.

Then he began to put his body into the large protective suit, first putting his legs in, then putting on the sleeves, pulling the whole suit up, and zipping it up.

The zipper was pulled up from the stomach to the neck, and once it was zipped up, the collar stood up high, covering the entire neck.

Then he began to tighten the cuffs and trouser legs one by one. The cuffs had elastic bands, and when pulled, the casual clothes fit snugly around the wrists, and the trouser legs were tightened in the same way. The elastic bands made a soft "snap" sound when they were tightened, which was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Then he put on a mask and goggles. The mask covered most of his face, and he repeatedly pressed the bridge of his nose with his fingertips to make sure it fit properly.

He fastened the goggles, and several bright white lights instantly reflected off the lenses. Then he pulled his hat tighter, pressing the brim over the mask so that it was completely sealed, not a single hair showing.

Then he started putting on latex gloves, inserting his fingers one by one. The gloves were as thin as cicada wings, and they would make a crisp "snap" sound when he loosened his grip. After putting them on, he tucked the cuffs into the gloves, pulling the glove openings all the way to the middle of his forearm, making sure the cuffs were securely inside.

Each step was slow and clear, and the phone kept reciting the key points.

The instructions were detailed, one after another, from "put on the bottom first, then put on the top," to "zip the zipper all the way up," to "check the seal."

Finally, he slowly turned around in front of the camera, stretched his arms, moved his fingers to show the effect of wearing the protective suit, and recited the function of the protective suit, urging everyone to wear it properly.

When the video reached its end, Lin Ye turned his phone around, dragged the progress bar back to the beginning, and played it again.

As they watched, one of the medical officers couldn't help but move closer, almost touching Lin Ye. The little girl in his arms couldn't help but smile, but she was sensible enough not to make a sound and disturb them from watching the lesson.

Lin Ye wasn't annoyed. He simply tilted the phone towards him so that he could see it more clearly.

The physician was immediately flattered and quickly looked up at Lin Ye before fastening his gaze back to the screen, as if afraid of missing something.