"But the man is quite enthusiastic. If anyone has a headache or fever, he has plenty of medicine and doesn't charge... Like this splint here, he didn't charge me a penny."
The doctor had skillfully removed the splint and was now staring at the material inside—
"There's no technical content in this thing. What's the point of him filling these tubes inside the board?"
He used the tweezers to pick up a wad of cotton wrapped inside: "What's that smell?"
A bit pungent.
And somewhat familiar.
Chu River walked over for a glance—
"It's nothing. The amount is small and inconspicuous, very normal for security checks to miss it. But if there's a way, you could make a small, inconspicuous bomb on the plane—"
Seeing the terrified expressions of those around, he kindly added: "The power isn't great, at most it might make a small hole."
The two colleagues, the doctor, and the poor injured man whose splint was taken off all turned pale.
Not great power, a small hole?
