Chapter 121

Chapter 121

101 Institute, Laboratory.

Several researchers had pale faces, dark circles under their eyes, and somewhat dazed looks, mechanically recording experimental data. The white mouse on the central test bench squeaked incessantly, with a patch of fur shaved off its back, revealing a finger-length wound that had scabbed over and was healing reasonably well.

Xiao Wang hoarsely reported to Feng Xia: "This gamma ray can stimulate cells to divide rapidly, which is very effective for wound healing. But if we can't control its range value, it can easily lead to cancerous transformation once it gets out of hand. The currently measured range is between 4.9 and 5.4, but further testing is needed."

He handed the chart to Feng Xia, who nodded, rubbed her forehead, and examined it carefully. "Good work. Try to narrow the range further. I'll have them send another batch of white mice."

Xiao Wang felt a bit pleased at Feng Xia's praise, a faint smile appearing on his dull face as he returned to the experiment.

That's right, the project Feng Xia was working on this time was a therapeutic device, specifically a rapid wound healing device. At the time, it was believed that wound healing could only be achieved through internal or external medication. But in the doomsday world Feng Xia had experienced, treatment devices could be used to heal superficial wounds, and even mild burns could be rapidly healed under the device's ray scanning.

No wonder Professor Zhu Guangya and even Minister Cai couldn't believe it. Such a method, if placed in the present day, could be called a miracle.

The core was the gamma rays developed by Feng Xia, which greatly promoted cell regeneration and division. Wound healing was also a cyclical process of cell division and regeneration, so in theory, Feng Xia's design was correct. But theoretically, people could survive a month without food, but in reality, going a month without food would cause unbearable complications. Thus, no one was optimistic about Feng Xia's research.

Feng Xia didn't care whether they believed in her or not. She had chosen researchers who acted rather than talked, and their main principle was to obey—listen to Feng Xia, do what she said, never question, and never hesitate. Wasn't it because of this that the gamma rays had been successfully developed?

Although there had been a slight deviation in the results, there was still a breakthrough, wasn't there?

Five cancerous mice: Do I dare say WTF? Isn't a mouse's life a life? Who will speak up for us mice?

Yes, that's right. The gamma rays were not yet mature and still needed further testing of their usable range.

Moreover, Feng Xia's envisioned experimental results didn't only involve gamma rays. There was also a blue light energy that worked together with gamma rays: gamma rays stimulated cell regeneration, while blue light energy killed bacteria and reduced inflammation. Together, they would be a divine tool for treating external injuries. Feng Xia had seen such a device in the doomsday world; everyone had one, priced at a third-level zombie core. In the doomsday, charging mainly relied on lightning-type superpower users or solar energy. Feng Xia planned to create a simplified version that could be charged directly with electricity, which should be much simpler.

But after more than a month, the project was only just getting started. It was the most difficult one Feng Xia had ever undertaken in all her experiments.

Dark shadows had also appeared under her eyes, indicating she hadn't rested properly for a long time.

"Beep beep beep"

The lab door was banged loudly, but the members inside seemed not to hear it, staring unblinkingly at the experimental data. Feng Xia rubbed her forehead in resignation. It wasn't their fault; they hadn't rested well for days, so it was normal for them to be slow to react.

Feng Xia decided to call it a day and let them go home to sleep. They couldn't keep burning the candle at both ends. She got up and opened the door herself. The lab assistant was startled to see the Demon King herself opening the door. He stammered, barely getting the words out: "H-h-hello, the batch of white mice you ordered... you need to go to the lab to pick them up in person. They said... they said the breed is different. The Vice Minister asked me to ask you... um, about..."

Before he could finish, Feng Xia nodded and said, "Wait two minutes for me," then went back inside.

"Everyone, stop for a moment. Record the data today, then go back and rest. Half a day off. Report back on time tomorrow. Understood?"

"Understood," they replied in unison, their bodies responding before their brains. When everyone realized what had happened—what? A day off? Half a day off?! The Demon King was giving them time off? This was great! Two male researchers recorded the data, then crashed in the next room, wrapped in blankets, snoring like chainsaws. Why bother heading home when a few more minutes of sleep here was worth more?

After arranging everything, Feng Xia followed the timid lab assistant to Professor Zhu Guangya's office to get the slip to pick up the white mice.

This batch of white mice was a newly selected breed with poorer recovery abilities, making their attributes closer to those of humans—exactly what Feng Xia needed.

Professor Zhu Guangya looked at her complexion and cleared his throat. "Feng Xia, no matter what we do in research, our health is the foundation. You mustn't ruin your body! Look, you have dark circles under your eyes. You still need to sleep. I really should talk to Zhang Ying and Jiang Long about this. At your age, how can you push yourself like this? You won't be able to handle it later." He handed her the slip, and Feng Xia smiled wryly. Zhang Ying and Jiang Long had been nagging her day and night, but Feng Xia was stubborn; she didn't listen! She relied on her superpower and totally ignored them!

Zhang Ying and Jiang Long wished they could tie her down and make her sleep and eat properly, but they couldn't! So they could only do their best to nourish Feng Xia. Zhang Ying would even show up at mealtime with a lunchbox to force-feed her, afraid that the girl would ruin her health.

With the slip in hand, Feng Xia returned to the long-missed Peking University campus. With more students on campus, it exuded a different vitality. When she entered, she was almost stopped by the gatekeeper, but coincidentally ran into Old Zhang, who let her in.

They walked together. Old Zhang was annoyed that she had dropped Fluid Mechanics to work on other projects. He was sarcastic and spoke with a mocking tone. "Oh, oh, oh, isn't this our great genius? What, after scoring 497, you don't come to class anymore? I guess this old man can't teach you anything anymore? Oh, look who decided to grace our humble little corner with their presence! I'm so honored!"

Feng Xia looked at her teacher's peeved expression and said, "Professor, don't say that. After I finish this project, I'll come back to study under you and take fluid mechanics to the next level. What do you say?"

Old Zhang's eyes lit up. He turned to look at her. "Really? You're not lying? I'm holding you to that. If you don't come, I'll come looking for you! I'll make a scene at your 101!"

Feng Xia nodded helplessly. She had already decided that after this experiment, she would come to Peking University for classes and take a break. Seeing her assurance, Old Zhang's face immediately brightened. This was the shining star of fluid mechanics! Coming to study under him—haha, this was great! It'll be a point of pride.

The two walked and chatted, laughing, oblivious to the stunned faces of the students around them.

Oh my god! Was that Old Zhang, the smiling Buddha? Was that the one who has that hidden dagger behind his smile? Was it the one with the highest fail rate? Were they seeing things? Or was that girl his granddaughter? Does that even make sense?! Such a gentle Old Zhang—this just can't be happening!