Song Xuan came over again with a large bag of tools. He didn't even wipe the sweat off, and said anxiously to Yang Zimei, "Xiaomei, I'm going to dismantle the mirror now. Have you thought about it?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "I'm also curious whether this is a bone mirror, but Mr. Song, you have to be careful not to damage the mirror."
"Well, I'll be careful."
Song Xuan took out his tools and began to carefully disassemble the mirror.
Yang Zimei and Lan Yaya watched with bated breath, asking whether they could help him according to his instructions.
After working on it for about two hours, Song Xuan completely uncovered the copper surface originally covering the back of the mirror.
However, the mirror surface was not immediately revealed, but instead a thin layer of wax was seen covering it, as if it wanted to hide some secret.
Song Xuan took a deep breath and was about to continue removing the wax layer when Yang Zimei stopped him, "Mr. Song, don't move yet!"
"Why?" Song Xuan stopped what he was doing and looked at her puzzled, "Now there is only a layer of wax left, which can be easily removed."
"I'm afraid-"
Yang Zimei took the mirror farther away, "Think about it, if this is some kind of bone mirror that can see the bones and veins of a person, wouldn't it be equivalent to X-rays? It might do some harm to the human body."
Song Xuan was startled after hearing this, and the hand holding the tool trembled slightly.
What Yang Zimei said is not unreasonable.
He just spent more than two hours disassembling the back of the mirror. What if there would be any harmful radiation as Yang Zimei said?
Yang Zimei saw his uneasiness and felt guilty for her lack of careful consideration just now.
"Mr. Song, don't worry about the wax surface for now. I'll feel your pulse."
Song Xuan looked at her, nodded, stretched out his hand and put it on the table.
Song Xuan had a pair of hands like an artist's, slender, well-defined, and slightly pale.
Yang Zimei put her fingers on his wrist...
His pulse seemed to be beating a little strangely, so I opened my eyes to see his future.
She was shocked when she saw a clip.
In that blurry future clip, she saw that Song Xuan's thick black hair had turned into a sparse bald head, and some ugly white spots appeared on his handsome face.
Her heart sank, and she looked at Song Xuan with a certain regret and pity.
Seeing her look, Song Xuan's expression changed and he asked nervously: "Xiao Mei, is there something wrong with my body?"
Yang Zimei avoided his eyes in panic, shook her head and lied, "It's nothing serious."
How could Song Xuan not see her lying?
"Xiao Mei, tell me honestly, what will happen to me? I am not a child, and I have to know my true situation."
He looked closely at Yang Zimei, "Am I really seriously exposed to radiation?"
"Um."
Yang Zimei could only nod heavily, "Mr. Song, it's my fault for not thinking well enough that I used this mirror to harm you. You lie down first and I'll give you acupuncture to see if I can stop the harm of radiation."
Song Xuan's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he sat softly on the chair for a while, "Xiao Mei, what will happen to me? Will I die?"
"Let me do the math for you first."
Yang Zimei made a divination based on Song Xuan's birth date.
In the past, she had also told Song Xuan's fortune. His fortune telling was extremely good. Except for some minor disturbances, he almost always lived a life of peace and wealth without disaster.