Under the continual prompts of the machine, Fang Huai's electrocardiogram was taken up a notch.
The female doctor quickly told Fang Huai to stay still and fetched an associate director.
The associate director pushed his glasses up and mumbled to himself for quite a while.
"All four waveforms look quite normal... how come it's so slow and steady..."
Fortunately, Fang Huai finally grasped what they were discussing and hurriedly concentrated, recalling past grievances to initiate some fluctuation in his heart rate.
"It moved! 65!"
The two doctors then felt reassured.
If it hadn't moved, you'd be considered as having a mechanical heart.
When he came out, the doctor said Fang Huai's heart rate was just on the verge of bradycardia, but it shouldn't be a problem, just less staying up late, less coffee.
Hao Chengbin, listening by the side, also finally breathed a sigh of relief, laughing, "Don't worry, doctor, our troops don't even provide those conditions."
