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Mecha training room.

Sheng Heng came out of the mecha cockpit with sweat, and walked to a bench to rest.

At this time, Cheng Wenkang also slowly crawled out of the mecha cockpit. Although he was sweaty, his face looked better than Sheng Heng. When he got out of the cockpit, the first thing he did was rush to the training room. I took a bottle of ice water in the refrigerator in the corner to drink. After half a bottle was poured fiercely, he had the strength to speak.

"I'm so thirsty." Cheng Wenkang took another bottle of water from the refrigerator and threw it at Sheng Heng who was sitting on the bench. "Boss, go on."

Hearing the sound, Sheng Heng raised his head and raised his hand to pick up the water thrown by the other party. The moment he caught the water, Sheng Heng's fingers trembled suddenly, and suddenly he lost his strength and could not hold it. The water slipped from Sheng Heng's fingertips to the ground.

"Boss..." Cheng Wenkang was startled, then as if thinking of something, his eyes fixed on Sheng Heng's fingers, "Your hand hurts again?"

"It's okay, just wait 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 bottle of water that had fallen. When he was about to help Sheng Heng unscrew the cap, the water bottle Was held 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 screwed the bottle cap with his fingers, twisting it 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 as a hard worker in the class. You have to practice for five hours a day. I only have three hours. Did you exceed the standard? ?"

"Boss, your hand..." Cheng Wenkang's words were automatically muted in Sheng Heng's eyes, and he said after a long while, "I'll go to the pharmacy store to buy medicine."

After speaking, Cheng Wenkang got up and left the mecha training room and walked to the drug store. After walking for a while, he suddenly thought of someone alone.

In the dormitory of the mecha manufacturing department, Yan Hao was studying the circuit diagram of the five-level mecha. It seemed that he had encountered some difficulties and was thinking hard.

"Don't pull it." He Shao walked over and gently patted Yan Hao's hair pulling hand.

"Huh?" Yan Hao raised his head in confusion.

"You pull your hair as soon as you think, and then pull it down like this, be careful to become bald at a young age." He Shao frightened.

Yan Hao put down his hands in embarrassment. It seemed that only then did he realize that he was pulling his hair again. He had this habit since he was a child. Often, after thinking about a problem, his hair would become messy. In the last life, the people in the laboratory were almost the same, so he didn't care.

"It's okay." Yan Hao replied.

"It's okay? Don't be unscrupulous because there are hair growth potions now. You have to shave your head before using hair growth potions. Are you going to class with a bald head for a month?"

"I mean, I won't be bald." He still had thick hair from his last life to 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 eaters, some of them can't be eaten.

"You are really good to raise." He Shao couldn't help but rubbing the top of Yan Hao's head for a while, and Yan Hao, who was rubbing straight, hid before letting go, "Keep reading."

After speaking, He Shao went out to buy supper, and Yan Hao continued to read the book. After turning over two pages, the light brain on his wrist suddenly rang.

"Senior Cheng." Yan Hao connected the phone, looked at Cheng Wenkang in the video, and said hello with a smile.

"Little brother, are you free now?"

"I'm free, the senior asks me for something?" Yan Hao nodded obediently.

"It's not me, it's the boss."

"Senior Sheng Heng? Then why doesn't he call me by himself?" Yan Hao asked strangely.

"Oh, boss, he's embarrassed."

Yan Hao suddenly became even more strange. What was it that Senior Sheng Heng was embarrassed, and he wanted Senior Cheng to convey it.

"What's the matter? If I can help, I will definitely help." Yan Hao said.

"That's great, you can definitely help with this job." Cheng Wenkang said immediately, "That's it, we learn to drive with mechas, and our fingers will be strained to a certain extent, you know about this."

"Yes. Because the mecha has a lot of operating instructions, and the mecha driver has high requirements for hand speed, so the fingers must be maintained frequently, otherwise it is prone to strain." Yan Hao said here, suddenly reacted, "Senior Sheng Heng's Does your hand feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes, because the final exam is about to come, the boss has been practicing too hard during this period, 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 will buy the medicine. You will wait for me."

After speaking, Yan Hao hung up the phone and walked out of the dormitory.

Seeing Yan Hao's promise, Cheng Wenkang at the other end couldn't help but praise his wit, and turned back to the mecha training room.

Sheng Heng had already slowed over at this time. Seeing that Cheng Wenkang had returned in less than five minutes, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Why are you back so soon, where's the medicine?"

"Oh, what...I ran into the junior brother not long after I went out, and then I raised a mouth with the junior brother."

"Who made you troublesome?" Sheng Heng frowned.

"As soon as I heard that your hand was hurt, I ran to the pharmacy store and said that I would dispense the medicine for you. If you are not happy, I will call him now and ask him not to buy it." Cheng Wenkang said deliberately.

Sheng Heng paused, gave Cheng Wenkang a blank look, and said nothing.

"Meng Sao." Cheng Wenkang whispered, and went to eat.

About twenty minutes later, the door of the mecha training room was knocked, Sheng Heng's eyes lit up and he was about to open the door when he stood up.

"Boss, I'll go, you are a wounded, weak point." Cheng Wenkang reminded.

Sheng Heng hesitated, and really sat down weakly.

Cheng Wenkang went to open the door, and the one standing outside the door was indeed Yan Hao carrying a large bag of medicine.

"Junior school brother, please take a trip and come in quickly." Cheng Wenkang welcomed people in warmly.

"No." Yan Hao walked in, and soon saw Sheng Heng sitting in the corner, and quickly walked over, "Senior Sheng Heng, how about your hand, let me see."

"It's okay, the fat man exaggerated." Sheng Heng comforted.

"Let me take a look." Seeing Sheng Heng motionless, Yan Hao simply squatted down and directly pulled over Sheng Heng's palm hanging beside him, held it in his hand, and examined it carefully.

Although he has been resting for almost half an hour, if you look closely, you can still find that Sheng Heng's fingers are trembling slightly, and the joints are more red and swollen.

"Senior, give a firm grip to 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 palm was held by Yan Hao. At this time, he listened to Yan Hao's request, his eyes gradually deepened, then he pursed his lips and clenched his hands in accordance with Yan Hao's request. In order to feel the strength of Sheng Heng's palm, Yan Hao didn't pull his hand from the palm of the opponent, so Sheng Heng directly wrapped his hand in it with such a grip.

It turned out that the hand of the junior brother felt this way.

"Senior, did your hand hurt?" Yan Hao asked suddenly.

Sheng Heng returned to his senses, and then nodded slightly: "Yes, I was injured as a child."

"No wonder your fingers are swollen like this. In your situation, you can't practice with high intensity." Yan Hao said.

Sheng Heng's expression froze, and he withdrew his hand: "I am a mecha fighter."

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment, and then came to understand. Senior Sheng Heng's hand was injured when he was a child, so he himself should be very clear that his situation is not suitable for becoming a mecha fighter, but he still applied for the mecha driving department in college. There is only one explanation, he likes to drive mechs.

"Ordinary ointment in your situation is probably useless. I'll help you prepare the medicine." Yan Hao stood up and said to Cheng Wenkang on the side, "Senior Cheng, can you give me a basin and a pot of hot water? "

"Okay, I'll get it." Cheng Wenkang hurried to prepare, and soon returned with a basin and a pot of hot water.

This time, Yan Hao opened the bag he had brought and took out two packets of herbs from it, then poured one of the packets into the basin, and then poured the hot water that had just been boiled without the herbs.

"Hey, junior brother, why didn't you buy the well-equipped medicine?" Mecha warriors’ finger strain is a common disease, so the pharmacy store has medicines specifically for this strain. Those who need it only need to go to the store to buy it. The medicine is then prepared in a certain proportion with hot water and soaked for 15 minutes to achieve the therapeutic effect.

Of course, if a pharmacist uses mental power to stimulate the power of the medicine a second time in the process of treatment, then the effect of the treatment will be better. However, for such common diseases, it is too extravagant to ask a pharmacist to stimulate the power of the medicine, so only some top mecha technicians can do this. And Cheng Wenkang called Yan Hao to not only create opportunities for his boss, but more importantly, he wanted Yan Hao to come and help stimulate the medicine. After all, Yan Hao had studied pharmacy in middle school for six years, and he could barely be regarded as a pharmacist.

"Oh, this... this treatment has a better effect." Yan Hao was reminded by Cheng Wenkang so that he reacted violently, as if he had made a mistake.

In the last few years of his previous life, he had been serving the veterans on the convalescent planet of the military department. Everyone there had serious hand injuries. In order to treat them, Yan Hao spent a month adjusting the proportion of medicine. When he went to the pharmacy store to buy herbs, he subconsciously bought what he was used to.

"You researched it yourself?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Yeah." Although it was researched over ten years later, he did research it himself.

Yan Hao saw that most of the medicinal properties in the basin had been stimulated by the hot water, and then motioned to Yan Hao to put his hand in.

Sheng Heng didn't hesitate, put his hands in the basin, and the dark liquid medicine went directly to his wrists.

"Inject mental strength." Yan Hao said again.

Sheng Heng was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "Me?"

"Yes, pour your mental power into the potion." Yan Hao nodded.

"No, did you make a mistake, junior brother? Pharmacists should be able to do things that stimulate the medicinal properties of drugs. Even if ordinary people have mental power, they don't understand the medicinal properties of medicinal herbs." Cheng Wenkang asked strangely.

Mecha fighters are also mentally powerful, and the reason why they still need pharmacists to assist in treatment is because they do not know the properties of medicinal herbs, and the medicinal herbs are matched by dozens of medicinal herbs. In the process of stimulating the medicinal properties Once something goes wrong, the efficacy of the medicine will change. Pharmacists can master this change through their own understanding of the properties of medicine, but others cannot.

"I am improved, but what I am improving is not the effect of the medicine, but the method of use." Yan Hao explained in the puzzled eyes of the two of them. The ingredients were analyzed, and then a very stable ratio was calculated. Under this ratio, the probability of the drug's properties being altered by the second excitation can be reduced to 0.12%. That is to say..."

"That is to say, without the mental power of the pharmacist, can anyone's mental power be used to stimulate the medicine a second time?" Sheng Heng immediately reacted.

"Well, this improvement has not changed much in the treatment effect, but it is more convenient to use." In the previous life, there were only a dozen pharmacists on the medical star under the military department, but there were thousands of veterans. Their hand injuries were all very serious. Once the pain became so painful that ordinary medicines didn't work, they had to rely on the pharmacist to urge them twice. But the disparity between the numbers of the two was too great, and Yan Hao would come up with such a way.

"Senior, you try to induce the drug by yourself first, and then I will help you with the drug again, and you can make a comparison. The difference between the effects of the two drugs that I have tested is within one percent," Yan Hao said.

"Okay." Sheng Heng responded, and couldn't wait to pour his mental power into the liquid medicine.

"By the way, in order to prevent the 0.12% error from appearing, I added Ye Wei Teng to the medicine. Once the efficacy of the medicine is deviated, Ye Wei Teng will exude an alcohol-like taste. So once you smell the taste of alcohol , Immediately stop stimulating the drug's properties, which means that the drug's properties in the medicine are already unstable." Yan Hao has always been rigorous in his work, so even 0.12% errors must be prevented.

About five minutes later, Sheng Heng's eyes gradually revealed brilliance, 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 decisively.

"Then you stop for a while, and I will use my mental power to help you inspire the medicine, you can compare it." Yan Hao said.

"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head and refused, "I've used pharmacist-inspired medicine before, and the effect is indeed similar."

"I'm going, is it really that amazing? Then I have to try it too." Cheng Wenkang immediately became excited, "Primary school brother, just like you just now, just take a boil and soak the herb?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.

When Cheng Wenkang heard the words, he immediately ran to find another pot, then he put out a pot of medicine just like Yan Hao did before, then put his hands in, and then used his mental energy to urge the hair. After about two minutes, Cheng Wenkang screamed out.

"It's really useful, the boss is really useful, it's amazing. Junior brother, you are a genius." Cheng Wenkang.

"How can it be so exaggerated, I just simplified the method of use, and the treatment effect is still the same." Yan Hao said.

"No, this discovery of yours is very important." Sheng Heng said immediately, "In the military department, only mecha fighters above level 6 have the right to ask a pharmacist to accompany him to treat hand injuries, but most other mecha fighters cannot Those who enjoy this privilege are the majority. Yan Hao, although this discovery of yours has not changed anything in the efficacy of the medicine, it can help more people."

[Pharmacist Yan Hao, thank you, you have helped many of us. 】

In the last life, Yan Hao has studied the medicine for more than ten years and has made many discoveries, but the only person who has been thanked personally is this improved formula that he has not worked out too much. It is also one of the few memories of his last life that is considered to be a good one.

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded heavily, with a small smile in his eyes.

His own existence in the last life was not meaningless, and someone once thanked him.

And his smile directly stunned Sheng Heng.

"Senior, your soaking time is almost up, I'll give you a massage." Yan Hao stretched out his hand to fish out Sheng Heng's palm from the potion, and gently pressed the acupuncture points before the other party responded.

The tingling sensation of soft pressing made Sheng Heng's heart tremble.

Junior brother, you are teasing me, you must be.