"Is that right?" He Ming hums and types some more numbers into his tablet, finishing up his pre-experiment recordings. The bench does, in fact, measure Ilima's weight, as unconventional as it is.
The strangeness of it becomes even more apparent when He Ming presses a button on the side console. Sets of translucent, rubbery straps extend from the sides of the bench. He Ming locks them into place behind Ilima's back, pulling them tight. Though the material has some give to it, it won't allow him to move very much at all.
"These are just to help you keep still for the rest of the procedures." He Ming pats his shoulder reassuringly, moving out of Ilima's sight to stand behind him. These experiments do start easy, but it wouldn't do to have any injury occur because he didn't prepare his new subject well enough. After swabbing the inside of Ilima's right thigh, the only other warning He Ming gives is a cheery, "Don't move!" before he injects the first of the treatments.
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The strangeness of it becomes even more apparent when He Ming presses a button on the side console. Sets of translucent, rubbery straps extend from the sides of the bench. He Ming locks them into place behind Ilima's back, pulling them tight. Though the material has some give to it, it won't allow him to move very much at all.
"These are just to help you keep still for the rest of the procedures." He Ming pats his shoulder reassuringly, moving out of Ilima's sight to stand behind him. These experiments do start easy, but it wouldn't do to have any injury occur because he didn't prepare his new subject well enough. After swabbing the inside of Ilima's right thigh, the only other warning He Ming gives is a cheery, "Don't move!" before he injects the first of the treatments.