Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

“If we think about this bed, maybe he's the first and he had a patient here.” “Or a crazy experiment,” Doris said jokingly. “Please, guys, be serious,” Norma asked. “Things are getting complicated.” “Don't include me, I'm not the joker of the group,” said Mark. They went through the shelves and cabinets and found only a bunch of empty test tubes and jars. Mark detailed the microscope on the desk and the computer monitor. He looked down for the computer's CPU and couldn't find it. “They took the CPU,” he said.

"That's... weird." She prepared slides while I watched. Her hands shook slightly—exhaustion or too much coffee, probably both. A drop of sample hit the counter. She cursed, wiped it with her sleeve. "Look at this." Through the microscope, the middle layer moved. Or vibrated. Or something. It hurt to focus on. "Now watch." She added bull's blood to the slide.

I hurriedly pulled the handle, and the secret door closed. “Welcome to my humble workshop,” Samuel greeted me when he saw me. “H-hello…” I answered still being astonish why a veterinarian needed all that stuff. I looked around with my mouth opened wide. I could easily assume that things standing by only one of the lab walls were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. “Is this… microarray scanner?” I pointed at the rectangular installation right in front of me. “Yes… my newest baby,” Samuel answered proudly, “But how did you know?”

I took a few steps forward and stood in front of the microscope as I peeked through and thanks to the microscope, I clearly saw two different little crawling creatures moving in a circular form inside the blood. “Hmm, it was just one creature, and now it's two, but different in species. I wonder what will happen next…” Said one of the staff. In no time, I peeked through the microscope again and saw those two creatures joining to form one. It grew big and its skin began to change colour. What's happening? “I think someone new is occurring, come take a look.” I said to them and immediately, they all peeked through the microscope one after another and were shocked.

Stretching out a white-gloved hand outward, Sreya's words pierced the silent operating room, "Loupe" Placing the special magnifying glass, formally called an operating microscope, above the area of concentration, Sreya viewed the delicate nerves and vessels. Long-handled scissors, dissectors and drills, lasers, ultrasonic aspirators (uses a fine jet of water to break up tumors and suction up the pieces), and computer image-guidance system were used in the process to remove malignant or benign tumours alike.

The doctor had the man ushered from the room, as a young woman stepped forward. “I can look at it,” she suggested. I gestured for her to come forward, “Look at this and tell me what you see,” I requested. She stepped closer and looked into the microscope. “Oh, my Goddess,” she whispered, confirming she was seeing what I was seeing. “It is multiplying before my eyes,” she added.

If someone were to inhale this, they'd most certainly die. "How much of these things are there?" she asked. "Two tons," Mick replied. The amount made her blood boil. She hated these people. "Get me a microscope." Someone immediately brought a microscope over. Suzanne started examining the substance thoroughly. She grew more excited as she worked. Her entire focus was fully on the task at hand. Everyone was watching her. As she worked meticulously, someone experienced said in a low voice, "She's quite the professional."

She held it up to the light, as if seeking reassurance in its clarity. Then she placed it next to Ellie’s ovum. Dario signaled Ellie to join the specimens at the fusion chamber. Ellie picked up a micro-spoon, no larger than a thumbnail—and drew a minute drop of fusion medium. She laid it at the base of the fusion well. Amy watched every movement. “Combine specimens,” Dario instructed.

He laughed and the sound filled the space between us. For a moment, I was just a girl in a science lab with a boy who made her smile. "Okay," I said, peering into the microscope, "I see... something. It's pink. And blob-shaped." "That's the nucleus." "It's a very nice nucleus." "Bonnie." "What?" "You're supposed to be taking notes, not complimenting organelles." I grabbed my notebook and wrote very nice nucleus in large, loopy letters. Lucian leaned over to read it and laughed again.

But at least for a second, I hadn't been alone in the dark. God, please let the synthesis hold this time. I sat down at the microscope, the hunt for the cure beginning all over again.