How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 135 - 98: The Poor Are Ignored in the Bustling City, While the Rich Have Distant Relatives in the Remote Mountains

"Did you bring the employee card I gave you yesterday?" Lubos asked as he picked up Qin Miao.

Qin Miao nodded and pulled out a card from his pocket, red with a prancing horse emblem in the center, showing it briefly.

Lubos nodded, "Today, we need to enter your personal information into the system so that you’ll be able to swipe the card when heading to the factory in the future.

Now we need to go for your physical examination. Once that’s done, you can grab something to eat and rest a bit before today’s testing begins. Is your physical condition all right?"

Qin Miao nodded, "The bed was comfortable; I slept well yesterday. The testing shouldn’t be a problem."

"Alright, let’s go."

Initially, Qin Miao thought they might walk to the physical exam since his residence was not far from the Ferrari company, less than a ten-minute walk.

But unexpectedly, after leaving the community, Lubos directly took Qin Miao to an Alfa Romeo... then drove straight to the hospital.

Only when the car stopped did Qin Miao realize, belatedly, that the examination wasn’t being conducted at Ferrari’s facilities...

Realizing this, Qin Miao felt a bit conflicted.

He thought that a big company like Ferrari would be able to handle everything in-house, with such professional testing equipment and personnel. Could they not even handle a physical exam?

As it turned out, they really couldn’t.

Ferrari required a comprehensive examination for Qin Miao, including vision, hearing, smell, height, arm span, and even detailed data like the number of teeth and hand length.

Basically, anything that could be checked in an examination was tested by Ferrari on Qin Miao.

This meant the exam, which Qin Miao originally thought would take at most 15 minutes to an hour, ended up keeping him busy all morning.

Starting at half-past eight in the morning, his check-up wasn’t finished until nearly lunchtime.

The results wouldn’t be available until the next day.

But this was just the beginning of today’s work.

At noon, he had lunch at Ferrari’s cafeteria, called Qimeng to explain his current situation, then after a short rest and digesting the food, both of them timed their visit to the Ferrari headquarters to coincide with the staff’s work hours.

Initially, Qin Miao expected the afternoon testing to be similar to the physical exam, with one doctor in each department instructing what to do.

But unexpectedly, when Qin Miao arrived at Ferrari’s headquarters and was led by Lubos into a nicely decorated room, he found a large group of people who were all looking at him with various expressions.

The common feature among these people was that they all wore Ferrari uniforms. Some held pens and notebooks, taking notes, while others directly recorded Qin Miao on their phones.

Of course, the majority stood with arms crossed, watching Qin Miao who walked through the door, in a posture they found comfortable.

A few people dressed like doctors brought Qin Miao to a machine equipped with a steering wheel.

Leading them was a typical middle-aged European man, balding, with a big belly and overweight.

However, this middle-aged man’s face appeared rather gentle, possibly a common trait among doctors.

This machine with a steering wheel lacked the usual screens seen in simulators; it only had a square box with several cables connected behind it.

At the doctor’s indication, Qin Miao sat on the machine, fastened the seatbelt, and placed his feet on the pedals on either side.

The doctor began to explain, "This test measures your upper limb strength, specifically the maximum force to turn the steering wheel under extreme conditions.

The task requires you to turn the steering wheel in front of you with all your strength, completing three full rotations in total. The test score is based on the time taken to complete these rotations, with a passing mark of 13 seconds."

While the doctor explained, Qin Miao tested the weight of the steering wheel in front of him.

Admittedly, the steering wheel felt good to touch, but it was indeed heavy. Caught off guard, Qin Miao couldn’t turn the steering wheel initially; it was only on the second attempt, with effort, that he could turn it about thirty degrees.

"Are you ready?" the doctor asked, holding a tablet.

Qin Miao slightly stretched his hands and arms, then nodded to the doctor, "Ready."

The doctor removed Qin Miao’s hands from the steering wheel, pressed a button on the side of the machine, and the steering wheel reset to a fully turned right position.

"If you’re ready, you can begin now. The machine will automatically time the moment the steering wheel starts moving," the doctor said, taking a step back to give Qin Miao enough space.

Qin Miao took a deep breath, flexed his fingers, then gripped the steering wheel firmly, but didn’t immediately exert all his force to start turning it.

After all, having been working out recently, Qin Miao knew that suddenly applying force to a heavy object could easily strain his muscles, so he first gradually increased his strength, a process that only took about a second.

Feeling that he finally exerted enough force to turn the steering wheel in front of him, Qin Miao then started to turn the steering wheel with all his might.