Just as I was walking in the bright corridor of the hospital holding the physical examination form, a familiar figure stopped me.
"Brother Chen Hao?" Charlene was wearing a well-fitting light pink nurse uniform.
"What a coincidence, why did you come to our hospital?"
I shook the form in my hand: "Come for a physical examination."
"What items were checked? Show me." Before I agreed, she naturally took the form and started browsing.
"Electrocardiogram, blood pressure, blood routine, vision... the items are pretty comprehensive. Is Brother Chen Hao feeling sick lately?" she asked with concern.
I shook my head: "It's just a routine check, just go through the process."
"That's it," she returned the form to me.
“There are quite a lot of people in these departments now, so we have to wait for a long time.” She looked at the time on her phone.
I sighed: "There is no way, it's already here, just wait."
Charlene seemed to have a good idea: "By the way! Our department just recently received a new batch of portable inspection equipment, and the teacher asked me to practice operating it more."
"If you don't mind, I can help you with the basic items such as blood routine, electrocardiogram, and blood pressure. Just think of it as a favor and let me practice my skills. In the end, you can just take the order to the department and have it stamped by the doctor. It can save a lot of time in line!"
"You? An intern?" I expressed doubts.
Charlene straightened her back unconvinced: "I passed all the theoretical examinations with excellent results, and I am also very talented in practical exercises!"
Compared with waiting for an hour or two outside several departments, having an acquaintance to help is indeed more attractive.
"Isn't it going to cause you trouble? Or violate your rules?"
"How could it be! This is an operation that can be carried out within my authority, and it is also one of my practice tasks. Come on, the examination room is over here, and it happens to be empty now."
She led me through the corridor, the nurse's uniform fit her young figure, and I couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The examination room is not large, but clean and bright. There is a treatment bed in the center, next to various medical equipment with flashing lights or screens.
"Let's start with something simple first," Charlene pointed to the edge of the bed, "Sit down first and measure your blood pressure first."
I followed the instructions and sat down and rolled up the sleeve of my left arm.
Charlene took out the blood pressure monitor, wrapped the cuff around my upper arm, and tied it tightly.
"Relax, don't talk," she whispered, then placed the stethoscope in the crook of my elbow.
At this moment, Charlene is completely different from her usual lively and cheerful self. There is a bit more professional charm in her focused expression.
"Systolic blood pressure 128, diastolic blood pressure 85, completely normal." She said while recording.
"Let's draw blood for a routine blood test," she turned around to prepare the equipment
"Don't worry, I'm very skilled." She smiled confidently.
She found the blood vessel in my elbow socket and inserted the needle accurately.
The dark red blood quickly flows into the blood collection tube. However, just about to fill the tube.
"Strange." She muttered quietly, quickly put on a new blood collection tube and continued to collect it.
"This blood flow rate seems to be much faster than that of ordinary people? Is it a problem with the pressure of the vacuum tube?" She looked at the blood collection tube and then at me.
He seemed a little confused, but then he shook his head and said to himself, "The negative pressure of these new tubes must have not been adjusted properly. I will have to report to the equipment department later."
The unusually active hematopoietic function and surging blood circulation were the first changes brought about by the mysterious pill.
"Okay, hold the cotton swab for five minutes."
“Next is the eye test.” She pointed to the standard eye chart on the wall.
I stood at a good distance as instructed. Charlene held the pointing stick and pointed at the E-shaped opening from top to bottom.
< intCE since her her in the eye on the eye chart.
Charlene blinked in surprise: "Brother Chen Hao, is your eyesight so good? Can you see clearly even at 2.0?"
She wrote down "Visual acuity: greater than or equal to 2.0" on the checklist, without delving into where this far-superior vision came from.
The last step is the electrocardiogram examination. Charlene opened a brand new portable electrocardiograph and connected wires of various colors.
She said in a business-like manner: "I need you to take off your shirt and lie down on the examination bed."
I did so. The early autumn air touched my skin, which made me feel a little uncomfortable lying on the cold examination bed.
Charlene glued several electrode patches to specific locations on my chest.
Once all the electrodes were in place, she began to operate the instrument. "Please relax, don't move, keep breathing calmly, we are going to start recording."
The instrument made a slight and even sound of paper feeding, and the thermal paper slowly drew an undulating waveform curve representing my heartbeat.
"Strange..." she muttered to herself again.
“Your heart rate is so slow, the average is only 45 beats/minute? Could it be that this new instrument has another problem?” Charlene obviously had doubts about the quality of this new equipment.
“Is this good or bad?” I asked puzzledly, vaguely knowing that this might be related to the pill.
"It's just that the intensity is, maybe the instrument is not calibrated correctly."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door and the sound of colleagues calling her name.
Charlene subconsciously turned her head to look at the door. The wire in her hand was accidentally pulled by her arm.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed softly, leaning forward due to the inertia. In order to maintain balance, she hurriedly put one hand on the mattress beside my head, almost falling directly on me.
The distance between us instantly shortened to the point where we could almost feel each other's breathing.
The voices outside the door gradually faded away, but we still maintained this sudden and slightly ambiguous posture.
In the end, Charlene came to her senses first, straightened up hurriedly, and hurriedly arranged the hem of the nurse's uniform which was not messy.
She stammered: "I'm sorry! I didn't stand firm!"
I also tried to dispel the strange atmosphere: "It's okay, as long as I didn't fall. Keep checking."
"Okay..." Charlene returned to work and re-checked the electrode contact.
However, when she looked at the electrocardiogram screen again, her eyes suddenly widened.
"Strange! Why, why did it suddenly become so fast again? It's jumping!"
She looked at the heart rate on the screen that suddenly surged to nearly 100 beats per minute, and the waveform that was slightly disordered due to emotional fluctuations. She was completely confused and couldn't figure out what was going on with the instrument.
I looked at her troubled look and couldn't help but remind me softly: "Is it possible that what was recorded in that paragraph just now was your own heartbeat?"
Charlene understood instantly: "Ah?"
The recording process that follows is very subtle. Charlene avoided any eye contact with me the entire time.
Only when the electrocardiogram examination was completed and the thermal paper stopped moving, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and carefully removed the electrode patch on my chest.