"What, what?" A cold sweat broke out on Lucy's forehead.
"She suggested using the infrared skill during chemotherapy to delay the cell disease." The vice president's voice was clear and unruffled, as if he was an artificial, "But we all know that although the infrared skill can do full-body treatment, it will be very, very painful."
Lucy subconsciously said, "Before the patient uses the infrared treatment, he will inject anesthetics... " As soon as she said this, she was stunned. "Wait... anesthetics..."
She took the thesis and looked at it carefully, saying, "Although I don't know much about traditional medicine, this medicine... seems to counteract anesthetic effects..."
The vice president said lightly, "That is to say, if he uses this method, the patient will be neutralized by the drugs he takes even if he gets anesthetic, which is equivalent to no- recognize treatment... How many people can bear it?"
Lucy's face was pale.
In today's Western Medicine, even many famous experts and professors did not understand Medicine, not to mention the medical properties of a kind of medicine. They all ignored this point, which was a fatal point!
If the vice president did not mention it, then this thesis would be published with the result of the second place in the competition. Soon, it would be tested. At that time, the tester would experience the lash that was like a 10,000 arrow piercing the heart... This was too horrible!
If this matter was really blown up, how embarrassing would the medical community be?!
Lucy tried to calm down and said, "... Don't worry, I'll ask someone to bring the author of this thesis to the General Chamber of Commerce. It's too naive. It's challenging the authority of the General Chamber of Commerce!"
The vice president only laid his eyes on the first place he had personally chosen and asked, "Who is the author?"
Lucy recalled and said, "It's a little famous child. His name seems to be... Maria."
The vice president didn't even raise his eyes and said, "Her medical qualification will be cancelled after the interrogation."
"... Okay." Lucy nodded.
The vice president pointed at the first thesis and said, "This is an interesting guy. Bring him here together."
"Yes, sir."
Sara didn't know what happened in the association at all. She was lying on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn in her arms. Today was the weekend, and Hank asked to take leave to accompany her at home. Sara couldn't say that she was going to read medical books together with her uncle, otherwise, the old man would push her to bed and bully her. So after thinking for a long time, she just wanted to go out to watch a movie.
There was a small family cinema in the villa of Reminisland. Sara found a lot of movies, and finally chose an animation. She was very interested in it, but an old man, who was 30 years old, looked at Sara with resentment. After kissing her for a while, he found a love movie, and then Sara... fell asleep.
Hank looked at her sleeping state and tsked. He took out a small blanket and covered Sara with it. When she felt it in her dream, she moved her body and made a small squeaking sound.
When she moved, the unwrapped collar immediately slid down her shoulders, revealing a slender and white neck and round shoulders. The red moles on her collarbones and neck were like plum blossoms blooming in the white snow.
Hank looked down for a while, then slowly lowered his head, held the flesh next to her collarbone's mole, and slowly planted a small strawberries.
It was bright red and particularly beautiful.
Sara frowned in her sleep and felt a little uncomfortable. The air conditioning in the family's theater was turned on well. She probably felt a little cold, so she curled up slightly, which made her swan-like neck exposed to the eyes of the man.
After watching quietly for a while, Hank held on to the sofa cushion beside Sara and slowly touched her neck, as if he was tasting red wine.
Sara's skin was thin and tender, almost as white as a baby's. Even though it was so soft, there were still quite a few traces left behind. From afar, she could see the beauty of a red plum blossom blooming in the snow. Even on her shoulder, there were spots of light red.
Hank's eyes grew darker and darker, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. He almost couldn't control himself and wanted to tear down the soft and fragrant woman. However, he tightened his fingers and stopped disturbing her dreams.
Sara was still young.
When Sara woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Hank in confusion. "Is the movie over?"
"Just now." Hank glanced at her. "Are you hungry? Aunt Dovlin made some snacks."
Sara nodded and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some snacks. There was a decorative mirror in front of the door of the room. She was shocked when she saw it and quickly covered her neck.
"What's wrong?" Hank asked.
Sara exclaimed, "Uncle, look at my neck..."
Hank pulled her over and admired her work for a while. Then he said without changing his expression, "It was bitten by mosquitoes."
Sara exclaimed, "But the windows are closed well?"
Why would she open the window when she turned on the air conditioner?
Hank said seriously, "Maybe the window is not closed tightly. It's okay. If it tickles, I'll wipe some water for you later."
"Oh." Sara was not easy to cheat. She nodded and believed it, and went to the kitchen to get the pastries.
Aunt Dovlin saw her neck and asked, "Phew phew, what's wrong with her neck?"
Sara touched his neck and said, "We were bitten by mosquitoes. Aunt Dovlin, have you ever driven away mosquitoes?"
Aunt Dovlin often had to clean up the courtyard, so she would have some mosquito- repelling water. However, she had some...
Aunt Dovlin looked at Sara's neck. Everyone could see that it was not bitten by mosquitoes! Which mosquito was so powerful that it left a hickey on its neck!
If it weren't for Hank, who was her boss, Aunt Dovlin would have pointed at his nose and scolded him for being a beast!
In fact, she could only touch her nose and said in a low voice, "... Well, I do have one. I'll give it to you later."
"Thank you, Aunt Dovlin." Sara didn't take it to heart and returned to the screening room with the cake.
The cakes were pea pudding and jujube cake. Sara watched the new movie from time to time while eating. She didn't know if it was because when she was a child, eating was like fighting. If it wasn't for the fact that when she didn't eat, she would have been asked to leave and come back to work, she wouldn't have eaten them. Sara was like a little hamster, always bulging her cheeks and making people want to poke them.
Hank thought of something and did what he wanted to do. He reached out and poked with his finger-
Sara looked back at him and said softly, "It hurts!"
Hank laughed in a low voice. "You're just going to eat alone, and you're not going to give it to me?"
Sara: "..." Obviously, it was you who said you didn't want to eat it.