"Beep beep."
The scanner's yellow warning light lit up, casting thin red beams across Zhang Yuanqing's forehead.
The machine spoke in an electronic voice:
[Beep beep, beginning diagnosis. The condition is.]
Zhang Yuanqing held his breath, waiting for the all-powerful doctor machine to give him an answer.
But the electronic voice suddenly froze. A few seconds later, it resumed:
[Beep beep, beginning diagnosis. The condition is.] [Beep beep, beginning diagnosis. The condition is.] [Beep beep, beginning diagnosis. The condition is.]
The electronic voice kept repeating itself. Every time it was about to state the condition, it looped back to the beginning, over and over again.
"Hm?" Maintaining her scanning posture, the female doctor glanced at the main unit, then at the T-shaped probe in her hand, looking utterly baffled.
Zhang Yuanqing was even more baffled, as well as disappointed and anxious. It was like arranging to have a heart-to-heart with his girlfriend at a hotel, getting everything ready, only for her to say, "My period came."
Though he did not have a girlfriend, that was exactly how he felt.
"Is the machine broken?" Jiang Jingwei walked over to the cylindrical machine and, without a second thought, gave it two solid kicks.
"Jingwei, don't kick it!"
Li Dongze was startled. This was a high-grade item, one the Songhai Branch had purchased from a Musician family at great expense.
Support-type items were not like combat items. They were nowhere near as sturdy, and damage was common.
"When the appliances at home act up, a few kicks usually fix them."
Jiang Jingwei gave it another two kicks. Unable to stand it any longer, the female doctor snapped, "You—"
[Beep beep. System rebooting.]
The detector spoke electronically. Its screen immediately went black, then lit