Lin Qingqing held five or six tools in her hands, switching between parts and different tools at extremely fast speeds.

Mr. Lin’s eyes were sore from reading so much, and his hands were sore from writing so quickly.

He asked curiously, "Dean Lin, where did you learn how to dismantle things so quickly?"

He looked at Lin Qingqing as if he was taking apart a child's toy when it came to such a complicated device.

Lin Qingqing chuckled and said casually: "I was born to be a fast eater."

Her research on medical equipment was taught by the dean in her previous life.

She had disassembled all the medical equipment countless times.

This is thanks to the old director who often put her in solitary confinement. She was not released until she had thoroughly studied the medical equipment the old director had instructed her to use.

She still has some resistance to the days when she wanted to study medical equipment.

This devilish teaching method might be used on researchers in training in the future.

Researcher: Thank you, Dean.

Lin Qingqing dismantled the equipment so quickly that Mr. Lin really couldn't remember it all.

Half an hour later, he was completely defeated.

Standing behind Lin Qingqing and admiring her flying fingers, the parts fell off by themselves.

The more he watched, the more addicted he became, and he stood there for the whole afternoon.

"It's finished."

Lin Qingqing spent an entire afternoon disassembling the microscope into all its parts.

She followed her habit and classified all the parts and placed them on the ground.

Old Lin looked at the pile of parts on the ground curiously again, but he couldn't see any pattern.

He asked curiously, "Dean Lin, is there any particular reason for arranging the parts this way?"

Lin Qingqing put away the toolbox and pointed to the pile of parts on the ground that seemed to be randomly placed. She explained: "This is the main frame of the equipment, this is the functional part, and this is the auxiliary part..."

She finished speaking one by one.

Mr. Lin was even more confused.

"Didn't you follow the disassembly instructions? Will you forget the order when you reassemble it later?"

Lin Qingqing shook her head.

“The entire sequence of parts and the framework of this equipment are now in my head.”

Mr. Lin didn't believe it.

"The equipment is so complicated, how can you possibly remember it all?"

Lin Qingqing smiled without explaining, pointing to the pen and notebook in his hand and said:

"Mr. Lin, please lend me your pen and notebook."

Mr. Lin handed it over without hesitation.

I saw Lin Qingqing holding a notebook, lying on the table and starting to write and draw.

Old Lin stretched his neck and tilted his head to take a look.

"?"

He took a step forward and looked again.

“!”

He stared at it for a minute.

Lin Qingqing drew lines with her bare hands, and the lines slowly formed a small pattern.

It's parts!

Elder Lin asked in disbelief, "President Lin, are you drawing the design?"

Lin Qingqing: "Some parts of the microscope equipment can be further updated and iterated. I'll draw some sketches of the parts and see if the military factory can make them."

Mr. Lin opened his mouth in surprise.

"When did you learn mechanical design?"

He remembered that Lin Qingqing had said before that she only knew Chinese medicine.

Besides, it takes at least two to three years to master mechanical design. Seeing how skillfully Lin Qingqing draws, it doesn't look like she has just learned it.

Lin Qingqing continued to sketch, without looking up, and said, "I'm working in the army this morning, and I'm not at home to play with the kids in the afternoon."

She spoke ambiguously.

As for what Mr. Lin thinks, that’s none of her business.