Chapter 760: Radiation (1)

Song Xuan came over again, came with a big bag of tools, and didn't wipe the sweat, and anxiously browd Yang Zi, "Xiao Mei, I'm going to dismantle the mirror now, do you think?"
Yang Zi nodded, "I'm also curious whether this is a osteoscope, but Mr. Song, you have to be careful, don't break the mirror."
"Well, I'll be careful."
Song Xuan took out his tools and began to disassemble the mirror carefully.
Yang Zimei and Lan Yaya looked at each other with their breaths, and according to his instructions, did they help a little?
After about two hours, Song Xuan completely uncovered the copper surface that originally covered the mirror.
However, instead of immediately exposing the mirror, I saw a thin layer of wax covering it, as if trying to hide something secret.
Song Xuan took a deep breath, and just wanted to continue to remove that layer of wax, and was stopped by Yang Zimei, "Mr. Song, don't move first!"
"Why?" Song Xuan stopped her movements and looked at her puzzledly. "Now there is only one layer of wax surface left, which is easy to remove."
"I'm afraid--"
Yang Zimei took the mirror a little further. "If you think about it, what kind of osteoscopy is this side, can it see the skeleton of a person's bones, etc., isn't it equal to X-rays? It might hurt the human body.
Song Xuan listened, hesitated, and the hand holding the tool trembled slightly.
Yang Zimei is not unreasonable.
It took him more than two hours to remove the back of the mirror just now. In case what Yang Zimei said, what harmful radiation would there be?
Seeing his uneasiness, Yang Zimei felt guilty that he had not thought about it just now.
"Mr. Song, don't worry about the waxy surface first, I will show you the pulse."
Song Xuan looked at her, nodded, and stretched out his hand, placing it on the table.
Song Xuan has a pair of hands like an artist, slender, clear-cut and slightly pale.
Yang Zimei put his fingers on his wrist ...
His pulse beat seemed a bit strange, so he opened his eyes to see his future.
She was startled when she saw a clip.
In that vague future clip, she saw that Song Xuan ’s thick black hair had become sparse bald, and some unsightly white spots appeared on Jun Xiu's face.
Her heart sank, looking at Song Xuan's eyes, with some remorse and pity.
Seeing her eyes, Song Xuan's face changed, and she asked tensely, "Little eyebrow, is there something wrong with my body?"
Yang Zi frantically avoided his eyes and shook his head to lie, "Nothing serious."
Where does Song Xuan see her lying?
"Little eyebrow, you honestly tell me what will happen to me, I'm not a kid, I need to know my true situation."
He stared at Yang Zimei, "Did I really get severely radiated?"
"Ok."
Yang Zimei nodded heavily. "Mr. Song, I blame me for thinking badly and hurting you with this mirror. You lie down first and I will give you acupuncture to see if you can stop the radiation harm."
Song Xuan's face was white, cold sweat was seeping from his forehead, and he sat softly on the chair for a while. "Little eyebrow, what might I be like? Will I die?"
"I'll figure it out for you first."
Yang Zimei started a hexagram based on Song Xuan's birthday.
In the past, she also fortune-took Song Xuan. His destiny was extremely good. Except for some minor disturbances, she almost lived a life of peace and wealth.