Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 167 Bai Wei's Experiment

"No... Dr. Bai, you're a medical student. I know you're intelligent and have a strong learning ability, but don't learn all sorts of random things!"

"A mess? I don't think so."

Bai Wei gripped tightly, but had no intention of applying anti-inflammatory and swelling-reducing ointment yet, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

But she kept Zhuo Tong hanging, even though she knew what to do and had done it before, she kept him in suspense and let his skin become red, swollen and inflamed.

"Dr. Bai, why don't you just give me a quick death? What's the difference between what you're doing and being slowly sliced ​​to death?"

“It’s different. Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) was for killing people, while mine was for medical research.”

"So you're artificially simulating a blood pressure monitor to measure diastolic and systolic blood pressure?"

"Yes."

The straps on the blood pressure monitor alternate between loosening and tightening.
Loosening the blood pressure monitor strap reduces pressure on blood vessels and muscle tissue, making the person feel much more relieved.

When the blood pressure monitor strap tightens, blood vessels are compressed, narrowing the passage and increasing the flow rate, making the whole person feel terrified.

"The blood pressure parameters are about right."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Wei let go of her hand, and then took a pen with her other hand, which was not wearing a latex glove, and quickly wrote something on the paper.

Apart from Zhuo Tong's heavy breathing, the only other sound in the room was the scratching of a pen on paper.

It's most likely a parameter like blood pressure, which Zhuo Tong doesn't really understand, and he can't see it anyway.

She put the notebook down after writing for only a short while.

I've already used a stethoscope before, had an ultrasound during my physical exam, and even had my glands checked with my fingers in class.

So this time, she skipped the complicated procedures and started applying the medicine directly, just as Zhuo Tong had hoped.

However, the assistive medical devices used this time seem to be different.

The substance I applied to the gloves earlier was more like aloe vera gel, and it had a cooling effect.

It should be a water-based solution with a transparent gel-like texture, and it is a legitimate Class II medical device.

This time, a slightly viscous, low-moisture medical ointment was chosen.

The palms covered in ointment are rubbed together continuously, and through the physical process of doing work, the ointment slowly heats up.

Fever-reducing ointments can accelerate local blood circulation, thereby clearing the meridians and eliminating inflammation (I think).

Zhuo Tong has a patch of skin that is severely inflamed and swollen, possibly from a fall while she was unconscious. If left untreated, it could lead to tissue necrosis.

As a doctor, Bai Wei naturally couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

If the two of them remained quiet, with only the sound of applying ointment echoing throughout the room, Zhuo Tong would actually find it quite romantic.

Although the two were close, they could not see each other's positions because they were blindfolded.

That elusive, cloud-shrouded feeling, that agonizing sense of wanting but not getting, perfectly captures the essence of that lyric—

“What you can’t get is always in turmoil.”

Based on the past experiences of all his ex-girlfriends, as long as Zhuo Tong takes the initiative, none of them have ever rejected him or kept their distance from him.

But Bai Wei was truly the first person to keep herself in suspense.

The most outrageous thing is that instead of focusing on practicing medicine, she was conducting experiments and counting how many times the ointment was applied:

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen..."

This immediately broke the original ambiguous atmosphere and replaced it with a rigorous and serious academic atmosphere.

Zhuo Tong felt like a lab rat locked in a cage, being observed by researchers.

They had no chance to resist and couldn't even control their own destiny.

"Dr. Bai...why did you suddenly start counting?"

"Calculate the treatment intensity, estimate the threshold of your brain's central nervous system, and see how long it will take for the redness and inflammation of your skin to completely subside." "Okay."

Since there's no way to resist anyway, I might as well lie down and enjoy myself, clearing my mind.

However, Bai Wei did not intend to let Zhuo Tong have it so easy.

She would occasionally check the localized hardness of Zhuo Tong's pectoralis major muscle to see the distribution density of muscle cells.

Each time, it felt like an electric current traveling from my waist through my spine, piercing straight into my cerebral cortex.

It was as if a doctor was using an electric shock pacemaker to save a critically ill patient whose heart rate had flattened out; my whole body twitched involuntarily.

Although Bai Wei's hands were very steady during the surgery, she was able to keep them from shaking.

But for some reason, the way he applied the ointment with his other hand always went quite wrong.

The speed at which the ointment is applied sometimes gets out of control and increases rapidly.

Completely disregarding the fact that the skin was currently inflamed, red, swollen, and burning painful to the touch.

She had an incredibly strong grip, like she was scrubbing someone in the bath; she almost peeled the skin off.

As a result, Zhuo Tong's inflammation not only failed to clear up, but became more and more serious.

Because the ointment was applied too forcefully, the keratinocytes on the skin surface aged and dried rapidly, making the skin hard and rough, as if it had been exposed to wind and sun.

Furthermore, the layer of aged keratinocytes continues to thicken, forming a hard callus-like structure.

In order to control her emotions, Zhuo Tong began to lower her breathing rate and control her voice so as not to show weakness in front of Bai Wei.

But instead, they heard Bai Wei's breathing become increasingly rapid, as if she were enjoying it.

But the pain had already piled up in the cerebral cortex, threatening to overwhelm reason at any moment, leaving only one question:
"Dr. Bai, is the ointment... not finished yet...? I'm in so much pain."

"So this is what it feels like to be nearing the limit of pain tolerance..."

Bai Wei acted as if she hadn't heard Zhuo Tong's question, continuing to apply the ointment while recording Zhuo Tong's performance of enduring the pain in her notebook.

It's like a ruthless recording of the surgical procedure.

The next moment, Zhuo Tong was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.

Bai Wei's hands, which were applying ointment, were naturally wet with Zhuo Tong's tears, and even the notebook she was using to record the experiment, which she had placed on her lap, was not spared.

And then her hand, which was writing, came to an abrupt halt:

"Your tears have soaked my lab notebook... This notebook contains precious experimental data."

"Dr. Bai, I was wrong, I won't do it again..."

"There will be punishment next time, and this time is this punishment."

Zhuo Tong was in unbearable pain, but the power of life and death was still firmly in the hands of the other party, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy.

In addition, the skin was extremely congested and swollen due to inflammation, with a large number of capillaries ruptured, making the pain sensation even more acute.

I'm afraid even the slightest touch would make them scream in pain.

"Dr. Bai, you tell me... I'll do whatever you want."

"Then compensate me?"

"I'll pay! I'll pay for everything."

"It's simple, just do the experiment again."

Bai Wei's voice slowly faded into the room.

Before Zhuo Tong could even utter another word of pleading, she had already begun the second round of experiments.

(End of this chapter)