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After Dr. Lin was done explaining all of this, he smiled politely at them. "I'm going to make a trip down to the wards, but my office is room 1207, diagonally across from here. If you encounter any issues or require a professional opinion, you can wait there for me. But if you don't need any other help, just press these two buttons when you're done. One is to turn off the machine, the other is to start an encryptor. Your data will be cleared; you can rest assured about that."

With this, he walked out of the lab. Only, just after leaving the room, he hesitated in his steps, poking his head back in.

Jimin turned over to look at him.

Dr. Lin thought about it and warned, "Be careful."

Eight out of ten doctors who worked with expensive medical equipment loved these equipment especially dearly. They would always be unable to set their minds at ease when handing it over to others to use. However, feeling like this was completely understandable, so both of them nodded. "We will, thank you."

Click. The door was closed from outside, and the sound of Lin Yuan's footsteps faded off into the distance. He was probably walking towards the elevator down the corridor.

Jimin was reading the instruction sheet.

Jungkook was also reading the instruction sheet.

Neither of them said anything. For a time, the room was absolutely silent...

However, Jimin wasn't concentrating on the word 'strip' in the first line. Frankly, there wasn't anything wrong with the description in that line; it wasn't as if he needed to strip completely bare, so he could still accept it. 

Professor Park had always been very composed. Even when caught by surprise, he would swiftly adjust his mental state, accepting things as they came, and could ultimately remain without any misgivings.

Instead, his gaze fell on the last line. 

It said that after the prep work was done, the machine would display both numerical and informative data on the screen, including the number of times genetic modification surgery had been performed, how long the traces had existed, the length of the effective period, the type, as well as all sorts of numerical and graphical data.

Slightly spellbound, Jimin gazed at this last line, as if immersing in a recollection.

Until Jungkook suddenly spoke. "Run the test, then. I'll wait for you outside." Saying this, he stood up.

"Hey—" Jimin reached over and caught hold of the shirt sleeve at his lower arm, thoughtlessly tugging it lightly towards himself.

This action caused Jungkook to pause.

"Don't run. Dear student, please look at this picture." Jimin had already let go of that sleeve, pointing to a supplementary pictorial of a human figure by the side. The pictorial marked out several vital positions on the human body, on which the metal plates of the machine had to be stuck. Annotations were made beside them, namely:

This spot is 3 notches down from the cervical vertebrae (use the first knuckle of the index finger as a reference)

About 25cm below the left scapula

Clavicle (left), 15cm down

Three knuckles on each side of the lumbar spine

...

Look. What a fart manner of wording.

Jimin said irritably, "One person alone cannot manage this, even with eight hands. With such a short time frame, I won't even be able to transform myself into an octopus on the spot. Where are you running?"

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