The medical officer put away the equipment and looked up to see Feng Chen wiping the sweat from Yan Bubu's forehead, while he himself was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
The medical officer suddenly had an idea and wanted to know how compatible these two people were.
"What is your matching degree?" He asked as he thought about it.
Feng Chen replied: "I don't know."
"I don't know?" The medical officer was at a loss for a moment before reacting, "It's not that I don't know, it's that I forgot, right?"
Feng Chen did not explain that he and Yan Bubu had not been matched by the system, and only dipped the towel into the water to wash. However, the medical officer walked to his side, put the air pressure needle on his forearm and pressed it gently, then held it in front of his eyes to look at it.
"The room is full of your guide's guide element. Let's see how well you match him. It should be over 70..." The medical officer suddenly stopped talking and muttered, "Is there something wrong with the instrument? How can the match be 99%?"
Feng Chen hung the clean towel back on the wall, but his arms were shaking and he almost dropped it on the ground.
The medical officer pressed the restart button on the instrument and explained to Feng Chen while waiting: "The upper limit of the tester is 99%. No Sentinel Guide has ever reached this value. The highest I have seen is only 92%."
Feng Chen was not interested in this match. After hanging up the towel, he saw that Yan Bubu was fine, so he said to Nunu and Sasaka, "You guys stay with him first. I'll be out for a while."
He turned and walked to the door. As he passed by him, the medical officer pressed the instrument on his forearm again, making a beeping sound.
Feng Chen leaned against the wall outside the door, closed his eyes and took deep breaths again and again, until his violent heartbeat began to slow down and the surging waves in his body gradually subsided.
After a moment, the door next to him opened and a medical officer came out, holding a medical box in his left hand and a tester in his right hand.
"How can the instrument be good? How can there be such a high degree of match? How can it be good?"
The medical officer muttered a few words over and over again and then stood there, staring blankly at the instrument in his hand.
Feng Chen turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why not? Is it difficult?"
"It's difficult?" The medical officer looked at him with a strange expression, "It's simply incredible."
Without waiting for Feng Chen to ask, he explained: "The matching degree of the sentinel guide is like a very long zipper, with each chain tooth arranged in a staggered manner and meshing with each other. The meshing degree of each chain tooth on this zipper is the matching degree of the pair of sentinel guides."
"In theory, we can find the zipper that fits perfectly. But in reality, in the process of evolution, every tiny change or some physiological changes during growth may cause the zipper to not fit in one place. But you, you are 99%... And this is also the upper limit of the instrument's test. In other words, even if you are 100% in line, the instrument can only show 99% at most."
The medical officer put the instrument back into his pocket and wiped his face with some difficulty: "Your mental powers are like... like the moment you transformed into sentinel guides, you have been blending and compromising with each other, and making adjustments from your own body to grow into the shape that the other party needs most..."
The medical officer thought for a moment, and then said, "It's like you're growing up for each other... Incredible, but not so incredible..."