Upon hearing this, Luo Mengmeng immediately picked up the prosthetic arm and syringe from the experiment table with great enthusiasm.
Then, she injected the needle into the back of the prosthetic hand.
Unexpectedly, the prosthetic arm, which was equipped with a special sensor, suddenly emitted a sound similar to an alarm.
The sound instantly filled the entire classroom.
Can’t you give me some face?!
"That female student, you almost injected into the bone. Thankfully, it’s just a prosthetic arm. If it had been a real person, you’d probably get beaten up," the professor said with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
The other students also burst into laughter.
Luo Mengmeng was exceedingly embarrassed.
"It’s okay, Mengmeng, just try again," Cheng Suisui hurriedly comforted her from the side.
Mengmeng nodded her head, "Alright, I’ll try again."
After saying that, she quickly attempted another injection.
This time, the prosthetic arm screamed again.
Although it was a fake arm, it was fitted with the most advanced equipment inside, which could very sensitively detect whether the injection was made in the right spot.
Luo Mengmeng refused to believe she couldn’t inject accurately and hurriedly continued.
But the prosthetic arm cried out again.
Another try, another scream!
"You! Truly dumber than a pig!"
The professor was also nearly driven to his wit’s end, incredulous that someone could not learn such a simple injection.
"You’d better practice well when you get home! If you can’t even inject a prosthetic arm, how are you going to administer infusions and injections to real patients in the future?"
In this lesson, Mengmeng was nearly scolded like a dog.
After class, the young girl walked home with her head down and spirit deflated.
"What’s wrong?" Seeing her , Gu Zhihan immediately frowned, strode over to her, and asked, "Did someone bully you?"
His voice carried a harsh edge, as if he were ready to silence whoever had upset her.
"No," Mengmeng shook her head, pouting and on the brink of tears, "During today’s intravenous infusion experiment, I just couldn’t get it right, and the professor scolded me."
"So that’s why," Gu Zhihan responded with a mix of amusement and sympathy, helping her take off her backpack and saying, "Actually, this is the easiest part."
"Easy for you to say," Luo Mengmeng retorted unhappily upon hearing his casual remark, "If it were really easy, would I mess up injecting a prosthetic arm...?"
"Let me teach you," Gu Zhihan suggested, slightly tilting his chin, signaling her to take out the mannequin and syringe.
Luo Mengmeng knew he could perform injections, and seeing him offer to teach her, she eagerly handed him the things from her backpack.
"Come here, watch carefully," he said, beckoning her over before picking up the syringe and prosthetic arm.
He didn’t immediately show her how to inject but started with teaching her how to find the veins.
Only after she mastered that did Gu Zhihan teach her how to inject.
Under his hands-on guidance, Mengmeng finally learned how to inject the prosthetic arm.
"Amazing! I’ve learned it!" Mengmeng exclaimed in delight.
"Don’t get too excited yet, come over and give me an injection to try," Gu Zhihan said, glancing at her.
Experiments are one thing, but since each person’s skin thickness and vein locations differ, there’s bound to be some deviation, which is why many nurses, despite always performing well in experiments, struggle to find the right spot when injecting real people.
"Inject you?" Upon hearing this, Luo Mengmeng was immediately startled and quickly shook her head, "No way, that’s not happening, I’m scared."