"C12, Jamie, report to Room 4 for a blood draw."
"Coming!"
Hearing his name called, Jamie, dressed in a hospital gown, immediately ran excitedly into the examination room.
N4's bioengineered assistant had just finished examining the previous person. The person wore a health wristband, and as the assistant tapped away at the keyboard, the blood test results came out shortly afterward.
The data would be synchronized to the health wristband for the researchers' convenience and uploaded to the cloud for analysis by the scholarly team led by N4.
The bioengineered human glanced over the data and said seriously to the examinee, "Everything is generally normal, but your blood sugar is a little low. Go eat breakfast right away. I recommend taking two mints by the door to avoid discomfort from hypoglycemia."
"Alright, thank you."
The examinee habitually gave a salute, brushed past Jamie, and ran excitedly toward the cafeteria.
"Next, Mr. Jamie from C12, correct?"
"Yes, that's me. Are you checking my blood count and biochemistry?"
Jamie was no longer nervous. He was not wearing a translator, and though he still spoke with a slight accent, his speech had become quite standard.
"Not today. According to the groups, your C Group received a smaller dose, so the earlier effects may not have been obvious. We'll run a related test to see whether you have inherited Lord Lioz's bloodline."
The bioengineered human gestured for Jamie to sit back and relax, then raise his arm and place it into the machine. Jamie did not even feel pain before he sensed a gentle suction drawing a small amount of blood from his body.
"Alright, the blood draw is complete. Please wait a moment while the machine tests the sample. You may leave once the results are ready."
Jamie was in no hurry to