“What’s this?”
Ying Chenghe brought a bunch of newly compiled information to Wei San and saw the drawings on her table, S-class cha, but so parts looked strange.
“S-class cha.” Wei San blocked her nose and said in a loud voice.
After Ying Chenghe heard her voice, he realized that Wei San was bleeding from the nose again: “have you had your doctor’s appointnt? Why is your nose still bleeding?”
“I’ll go to the doctor later.” Wei San also had ssy hair, which is no different from Ying Chenghe. It’s a common problem among researchers. They focused on design and had no intention of taking care of themselves.
Ying Chenghe subconsciously took back the information in his hand and was held down by Wei San: “What direction is it going in this ti?”
“Engine, so of it is sothing I have learned before, it can be regarded as Gong Yiliu’s theory.” Ying Chenghe put it down again, “You have omitted so basic knowledge, so you should pay attention, but the most important thing to pay attention to now is your body.”
“I know.” Wei San finished the last stroke, stood up, put on her coat, and casually scratched her hair, “I won’t look at it now. I’m going to the doctors.”
Ying Chenghe also followed her out and looked at Wei San’s wrist: “Do I need to take out the micro recording chip?”
“Yes, Dr. Jing said he wanted to take it off to see my data in the extrely cold arena.” Wei San just blocked one side of her nose and walked to the starship infirmary.
The micro recording instrunt has been recording in Wei San’s body, but the signal disappeared before and the doctor could no longer see it. So ti later, the doctor went to his senior sister’s side again and had no ti to take out the instrunt chip.
Wei San lowered her head, still thinking about the structure on the previous drawing, and didn’t notice the person coming towards her.
It wasn’t until the person opposite called her: “Wei San?”
Wei San looked up and saw Yu Tianhe.
“What’s wrong with your nose? Are you still fighting on the starship?” Yu Tianhe asked with a smile.
Wei San raised her hand and felt her nose, which was still stuffed with a ball of paper, and made up an excuse at random: “I accidentally hit the wall.”
Yu Tianhe smiled softly: “Be careful next ti.” After that, she walked forward and left.
This is the first ti Wei San has seen such a gentle-spoken senior. The teachers at Damocles Military Academy are very cruel to them!
Walking to the door of the infirmary, Wei San reached out and knocked on the door, took off the paper ball on her nose and threw it away.
“Co in.” Jing Ti said.
After Wei San entered, Jing Ti motioned for her to sit down. He was taking apart disposable tools: “Have you had a nosebleed again recently?”
“En.”
Jing Ti picked up an alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and wiped the blood stain under Wei San’s nose: “Not long ago, I received Ying Xingjue’s nutrient solution formula, but it’s a pity that you can’t use it.”
“Why not?” Wei San raised her head and let him wipe it clean.
“His body is more seriously damaged.” He said casually as he threw the alcohol cotton ball into the dical trash can.
Wei San frowned: “The damage is more serious? My body was also damaged?”
Jing Ti paused and raised his eyes: “You have been malnourished for so many years, does it not count as destroyed? If you take care of yourself, you should be able to recuperate.”
“I rember you said before that Ying Xingjue’s body collapsed because he couldn’t get the elents he needed.” Wei San said, “Shouldn’t he also be able to make up for it. It’s not like he was poisoned.”
“It’s different. You’re a soldier, and he’s a commander.” Jing Tipointed to his head, “he’s injured here. Stretch out your hand.”
Wei San stretched out her hand, he slit the skin he had cut before, and pulled out the chip inside.
“When you were in the arena, the signal was cut off, so I could only take it out directly to check. I will export the data and put it back again.” Jing Ti directly applied dicine to the cut on Wei San’s wrist. “Co back at this ti tomorrow.”
“You can’t put it back in now?” Wei San raised her head and asked him.
“It will take a certain amount of ti to export the data. I’m not sure whether the recording instrunt is broken yet. You go back and do your work first.” Jing Ti dug out a pile of nutrient solution from the box at the back. “Take this out and drink it. It’s newly improved , try the effect.”
Wei San looked at the pink nutrient solution with disgust: “Strawberry flavor?”
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