Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 1051: I love you

"Phew..."

"That was a failure, wasn’t it?"

"It must have been, but where exactly is the problem?"

"I have no idea!"

The experiment had not detected any signals, making it too complex to pinpoint the issue.

Ai Lixin and Zhu Qi were both at a loss.

Zhao Yi pursed his lips firmly; he had repeatedly used his ability to detect the problem and found that there were indeed faint signals, meaning the white mouse could sense them, but something went wrong when they were transmitted back.

He frowned and gestured, "Let’s pause for now."

He then went to the glass door and asked Li Ming and Zhu Qi to come out, saying, "Try adding another sensing pathway from the main nerve."

After a moment of thought, he added, "Let’s prepare for a new experiment and switch to another white mouse." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Ah, we’re switching?"

Wang Ye and Zhu Qi almost spoke in unison, exchanging glances as if telepathically linked, but in reality, they were thinking about entirely different things.

Wang Ye felt that switching to a new test subject and redoing the experiment prep was too costly, requiring an additional hundred thousand RMB. Since the current neural connection experiment was working and the mouse was alive, the results were sufficient to show the problem. There was no need for a repetitive experiment, and adding another sensory pathway seemed insignificant.

Zhu Qi simply felt tired.

Working on neural connections was an extremely delicate and exhausting task. Not being a professional surgeon, and even with Li Ming’s assistance, it was an achievement to have completed one operation.

Zhao Yi understood Zhu Qi’s sentiment and suggested, "Haven’t you thought about asking Doctor Deng for help?"

"Doctor Deng?"

"Yes, he’s a professional neurosurgeon. What do you think I invited him for?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Zhu Qi and Li Ming looked at each other, cursing themselves for their foolishness. Since Deng Bingcheng had not been involved in the project, they had not considered asking for anyone else’s help, thinking they had to do the delicate work themselves.

Zhao Yi said, "Doctor Deng isn’t here today; I’ll give him a call, and you guys don’t rush the preparations."

After speaking, he contacted Deng Bingcheng.

Deng Bingcheng was at Zhongbei Hospital for consultations that day and would be working until three in the afternoon.

Zhao Yi spoke to him about helping with an experiment and set an appointment for four o’clock that afternoon, then told the others to start preparing early.

Deng Bingcheng arrived on time for the appointment.

Although he hadn’t participated in the cooperative research project, he was very interested in the high-end neural connection work, especially some advanced biomaterials he had only heard of before but was now using for the first time.

Professionalism truly makes a difference.

Once Deng Bingcheng knew what to do, his technique was far superior to Zhu Qi’s. During the connection process, following Zhao Yi’s suggestion, he added an extra sensory pathway.

Soon, everything was ready.

As the experiment had failed in the morning, Yan Xuelin, Dai Tianqing, and others did not come back to watch, leaving only a few lab researchers present.

Once the neural connection work was completed, Zhu Qi, controlling the signal adjustment, discovered a faint fluctuation on a wave frequency on the detection screen in less than ten minutes.

"There’s a fluctuation!"

Zhu Qi couldn’t help exclaiming, then quickly clamped his mouth shut, fearing he might disturb the ’white mouse sensing other tactile stimuli.’

Those behind the glass screen all had their eyes wide with anticipation.

Zhu Qi was very professional. After several minor adjustments, the signal fluctuation displayed on the screen was clearly becoming stronger.

At a certain moment, Deng Bingcheng suddenly shouted, "It moved! It moved!"

Everyone immediately turned to the pointer connected to the white mouse’s amplifier. The amplifier’s purpose was to detect vibrations; even the slightest tremor could be picked up. The pointer’s movement indicated that the white mouse had, through its neural responses, controlled the device connected to it.

Although the pointer moved only slightly, everyone involuntarily clenched their fists.

The white mouse’s neural response was minimal, but as long as a detectable response existed, it signified a breakthrough from zero.

This was not a slight improvement but a tremendous advance!

The laboratory suddenly erupted into excitement!