Armor training room.
Sheng Heng came out of the cockpit of the mech profusely in sweat, and walked to a bench to rest.
At this time, Cheng Wenkang also slowly climbed out of the cockpit of the mech. Although he was sweating, his face looked better than that of Sheng Heng. When he got out of the cockpit, the first thing he did was to rush to the training room I took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator in the corner to drink. After drinking half the bottle vigorously, he finally had the strength to speak.
"I'm thirsty." Cheng Wenkang took another bottle of water from the refrigerator and threw it at Sheng Heng who was sitting on the bench, "Boss, continue."
Hearing the sound, Sheng Heng raised his head and raised his hand to catch the water thrown by the other party. The moment he caught the water, Sheng Heng's fingers trembled suddenly, and suddenly lost his strength, unable to hold it. The water slipped from Sheng Heng's fingertips and fell to the ground.
"Boss..." Cheng Wenkang was taken aback, then as if thinking of something, he fixed his eyes on Sheng Heng's finger, "Your hand hurts again?"
"It's okay, it will be fine after a while." Sheng Heng said indifferently.
Cheng Wenkang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just walked over and picked up the dropped bottle of water. When he was about to help Sheng Heng unscrew the bottle cap, the water bottle turned Gripped by a trembling hand.
"I'll do it myself. I won't even be able to unscrew the bottle cap." Sheng Heng took the water from Cheng Wenkang's hand, then twisted the bottle cap with his fingers, and twisted it hard twice before unscrewing it.
"Boss, your recent training volume has exceeded the standard." Cheng Wenkang persuaded.
"How many hours do you practice a day, and how many hours do I practice a day?" Sheng Heng laughed at himself, "You are not considered a hard worker in the class, you have to practice five hours a day, and I only have three hours, and you have exceeded the standard?" ?”
"Boss, your hand..." Cheng Wenkang's words were automatically muted in Sheng Heng's gaze, and he said after a while, "I'll go to the pharmacy store to buy medicine."
After finishing speaking, Cheng Wenkang got up and left the mech training room, and walked to the pharmacy store. After walking for a while, he suddenly thought of someone.
In the dormitory of the Mecha Manufacturing Department, Yan Hao was studying the circuit diagram of the fifth-level mecha. He seemed to have encountered some difficulties and was thinking hard.
"Don't pull it." He Shao walked over and gently patted Yan Hao's hand that was pulling his hair.
"Ah?" Yan Hao raised his head in confusion.
"You pull your hair as soon as you think about it, and if you continue to pull it like this, be careful that you will become bald at a young age." He Shao threatened.
Yan Hao put down his hands in embarrassment, as if he realized that he had pulled his hair just now. He had this habit since he was a child, and often after thinking about a problem, his hair would become messy. In the last life, the people in the laboratory were similar, so he didn't care.
"It's okay." Yan Hao replied.
"It's all right? Don't be unscrupulous just because you have the hair growth potion now. You have to shave your head before using the hair growth potion. Don't you go to class with a month's bald head?"
"I mean, I won't be bald." He still had thick hair in his last life until his death.
"How do you know about this future?"
Yan Hao smiled and said nothing.
"By the way, I'm going out to buy supper, what do you want to eat?" He Shao asked.
"What do you buy, what do I eat." Yan Hao is not picky about food, and he can't eat what he eats.
"You are really easy to raise." He Shao couldn't help rubbing the top of Yan Hao's head for a while, and Yan Hao, who was rubbing straight, hid back before letting go, "Continue reading."
After finishing speaking, He Shao went out to buy supper, while Yan Hao continued to read the book. After turning two pages, the optical brain on his wrist suddenly rang.
"Senior Cheng." Yan Hao answered the phone, looked at Cheng Wenkang in the video, and greeted with a smile.
"Primary brother, are you free now?"
"Are you free, senior wants to see me?" Yan Hao nodded obediently.
"It's not me, it's the boss."
"Senior Sheng Heng? Why didn't he call me himself?" Yan Hao asked strangely.
"Hey, boss, he's sorry."
Yan Hao suddenly became even more surprised, what is it that Senior Sheng Heng is too embarrassed to ask Senior Cheng to convey.
"What is it? If I can help, I will." Yan Hao said.
"That's great, you can definitely help me with this job." Cheng Wenkang said immediately, "It's like this, we learn to pilot mechs, and our fingers will be strained to a certain extent, you know that."
"I know. Because the mecha has a lot of operating instructions, and the mecha driver has high requirements on the speed of the hand, so the fingers must be maintained frequently, otherwise it is prone to strain." Yan Hao suddenly reacted when he said this, "Senior Sheng Heng's Are your hands uncomfortable?"
"Yes, because the final exam is about to come, and the boss has practiced too much during this time, so..."
"where are you?"
"Mecha training room." Cheng Wenkang replied.
Yan Hao glanced at the time, and immediately said: "The pharmacy store should not be closed at this time, I'm going to buy pharmacy, you wait for me."
After speaking, Yan Hao hung up the phone, put on his clothes and left the dormitory.
Seeing that Yan Hao agreed, Cheng Wenkang on the other end couldn't help but praise his wit, and turned back to the mecha training room.
Sheng Heng had slowed down a bit at this time, seeing that Cheng Wenkang came back in less than five minutes, he couldn't help being surprised and said, "Why did you come back so quickly, where is the medicine?"
"Oh, what... Not long after I went out, I ran into my junior, and then I talked to him."
"Who made you troublesome." Sheng Heng frowned.
"As soon as I heard that your hand was injured, the elementary school brother ran to the pharmacy store and said that he would dispense the medicine himself. If you are not willing, I will call him now and tell him not to buy it." Cheng Wenkang said intentionally.
Sheng Heng paused, gave Cheng Wenkang a blank look, and said nothing.
"Mensao." Cheng Wenkang complained in a low voice, and went to the side to eat.
About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the mech training room. Sheng Heng's eyes lit up, and he stood up to open the door.
"Boss, I'll go, you are a wounded person, be soft." Cheng Wenkang reminded.
Sheng Heng hesitated for a while, then sat down weakly.
Cheng Wenkang went to open the door, and the person standing outside was indeed Yan Hao carrying a large bag of medicine.
"Primary brother, please run for a while, come in quickly." Cheng Wenkang welcomed him in enthusiastically.
"No." Yan Hao walked in, and soon saw Sheng Heng sitting in the corner, and quickly walked over, "Senior Sheng Heng, how is your hand, show me."
"It's okay, the fat man exaggerated." Sheng Heng comforted.
"Let me see." Seeing that Sheng Heng was not moving, Yan Hao simply squatted down and pulled Sheng Heng's palm hanging by his side, held it in his hand, and began to examine it carefully.
Although he had rested for almost half an hour, if he looked carefully, he could still find that Sheng Heng's fingers were trembling slightly, and the joints were even more red and swollen.
"Senior, give it a firm grip and see if you can use your strength." Yan Hao raised his head and said to Sheng Heng.
Sheng Heng was a little stiff when his palms were held by Yan Hao. At this time, after listening to Yan Hao's request, his eyes gradually darkened, and then he pursed his lips and clenched his hands tightly according to Yan Hao's request. In order to feel the strength of Sheng Heng's palm, Yan Hao didn't pull his hand out of the opponent's palm, so Sheng Heng wrapped his hand inside with such a grip.
It turns out that this is the feeling when holding the hands of elementary school students.
"Senior, have you ever hurt your hand?" Yan Hao asked suddenly.
Sheng Heng came back to his senses, then nodded slightly: "Yes, I was injured when I was a child."
"No wonder your fingers are swollen like this. In your condition, you can't practice high-intensity." Yan Hao said.
Sheng Heng's expression froze, and he withdrew his hand: "I'm a Mech Warrior."
Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment, then understood. Senior Sheng Heng's hand was injured when he was a child, so he should be very clear that he is not suitable to become a mecha fighter in his situation, but he still applied for the mecha driving department in university. There is only one explanation for this, he likes to pilot mechs.
"Ordinary ointment is probably useless in your case, let me help you prepare the medicine." Yan Hao stood up and said to Cheng Wenkang, "Senior Cheng, can you give me a basin and a pot of hot water? "
"Okay, I'll get it." Cheng Wenkang hurried to get ready, and came back with a basin and a pot of hot water in a short while.
Yan Hao opened the bag he brought this time, took out two packs of herbs, then poured one pack into the basin, and then poured in the hot water that had just boiled, without the herbs.
"Hey, elementary school brother, why didn't you buy the prepared potion?" Mech warrior's finger strain is a common disease, so the potion store has potions specially for this kind of strain, and those who need it just go to the store to buy it. Medicine, and then mix it with hot water according to a certain ratio, and soak for 15 minutes to achieve the therapeutic effect.
Of course, if during the treatment, a pharmacist uses mental power to stimulate the medicine for a second time, then the treatment effect will be better. But for such a common disease, it is too extravagant to ask a pharmacist to activate the medicine, so only some top mecha masters will do this. The reason why Cheng Wenkang called Yan Hao was not only to create opportunities for his boss, but more importantly, he wanted Yan Hao to come and help activate the medicine. After all, Yan Hao studied medicine in middle school for six years, so he could barely be considered a pharmacist.
"Oh, this... this treatment is better." Yan Hao reacted suddenly after being reminded by Cheng Wenkang, as if he had made a mistake.
In the last few years of his last life, he had been serving veterans on the recuperation planet of the military headquarters. Everyone there had serious hand injuries, and in order to treat them, Yan Hao spent a month adjusting the ratio of the medicines. When he went to the pharmacy store to buy herbs just now, he subconsciously bought the one he was used to.
"Did you research it yourself?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Hmm." Although it was discovered more than ten years later, it was indeed done by him.
Yan Hao saw that most of the medicinal properties in the basin had been stimulated by the hot water, and then motioned for Yan Hao to put his hand in.
Without hesitation, Sheng Heng put his hands into the basin, and the pitch-black medicinal liquid directly reached his wrists.
"Inject spiritual power." Yan Hao said again.
Sheng Heng was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Me?"
"Yes, inject your spiritual power into the potion." Yan Hao nodded.
"No, little brother, did you make a mistake? The matter of stimulating the medicinal properties of medicines should only be done by pharmacists. Even if ordinary people have spiritual power, they don't understand the medicinal properties of medicinal herbs." Cheng Wenkang asked strangely.
Mecha warriors also have spiritual power, and the reason why they need pharmacist-assisted treatment is because they themselves do not understand the properties of herbs, and medicines are made up of dozens of herbs. Once something goes wrong, the effect of the medicine will change. Pharmacists can master this change through their own understanding of drug properties, but others cannot.
"I have improved this, but what I improved is not the efficacy of the medicine, but the method of use." Yan Hao explained with the puzzled eyes of the two, "I once built a model, and the main muscle soothing medicine The ingredients were analyzed, and then a very stable ratio was calculated. Under this ratio, the possibility of the medicinal property being induced to change after the second stimulation can be reduced to 0.12%. That is to say... "
"That is to say, without the pharmacist's mental power to stimulate, anyone's mental power can activate the medicine a second time?" Sheng Heng immediately reacted.
"Well, this improvement doesn't change much in the treatment effect, but it's more convenient to use." In the previous life, on the recuperation star affiliated to the military department, there were only a dozen pharmacists, but there were thousands of veterans. Their hand injuries are also very serious. Once they hurt, ordinary medicines will not work, and they can only be urged by the pharmacist again. But the disparity in the number of the two is too great, so Yan Hao came up with such a solution.
"Senior, first try to stimulate the medicinal properties yourself, and then I will stimulate it for you again. You can make a comparison. I have tried it, and the difference in the efficacy of the two medicines is within one percentage point." Yan Hao said.
"Okay." Sheng Heng replied, and impatiently poured his mental power into the liquid medicine.
"By the way, in order to prevent the 0.12% error, I added Ye Weiteng to the potion. Once the effect of the medicine deviates, Ye Weiteng will emit a smell similar to alcohol. So once you smell the smell of alcohol , stop stimulating the medicinal properties immediately, which means that the medicinal properties in the medicine have become unstable." Yan Hao has always been rigorous in his work, so even if there is a 0.12% error, he must prevent it.
After about five minutes like this, Sheng Heng's eyes gradually revealed a bright light, and he looked at Yan Hao in shock.
"Boss, how is it? Is it really effective?" Cheng Wenkang asked impatiently.
"Well, it works." Sheng Heng said firmly.
"Then you stop for a while, and then I will use my mental power to help you stimulate the potion. You can compare it." Yan Hao said.
"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head and refused, "I have also used the potion inspired by the pharmacist before, and the effect is indeed similar."
"I'll go, is it really so magical? Then I'll try it too." Cheng Wenkang immediately became excited, "Primary boy, just like you did just now, just take the boiling water and soak the herbs?"
"En." Yan Hao nodded.
Hearing this, Cheng Wenkang immediately ran to find another pot, and then he made a pot of medicine like Yan Hao did just now, then put his hands in it, and then used his mental power to stimulate it. After about two minutes like this, Cheng Wenkang groaned and yelled out.
"It's really useful. Boss is really useful. It's amazing. Primary school boy, you are a genius." Cheng Wenkang.
"It's not so exaggerated. I just simplified the method of use, and the healing effect is still the same." Yan Hao said.
"No, your discovery is very important." Sheng Heng said immediately, "In the military, only mecha fighters above level six have the right to ask a pharmacist to accompany them to treat hand injuries, but most other mecha fighters cannot Those who enjoy this privilege, and these people, are the majority. Yan Hao, although your discovery does not change the efficacy of the medicine, it can help more people."
[Pharmacist Yan Hao, thank you, you have helped many of us.]
In his last life, Yan Hao studied medicines for more than ten years and made many discoveries, but the only one he was thanked in person was this improved formula that he did not spend too much time calculating. It was also one of the few fond memories of his last life.
"En." Yan Hao nodded heavily, with a small smile in his eyes.
In his previous life, his existence was not meaningless, and someone once thanked him.
And his smile directly stunned Sheng Heng.
"Senior, it's almost time for you to soak, I'll give you a massage." As he said that, Yan Hao reached out and took Sheng Heng's palm out of the potion, and before the other party reacted, he gently pressed the acupuncture point.
The tingling sensation of the gentle pressing made Sheng Heng's heart tremble.
Primary school brother, you are flirting with me, you must be.