68: Chapter 68 I have to take my clothes off today.

At this moment, in the capital city three hundred kilometers away, inside a conference room, Director Zhao Gang and a group of white-haired experts were huddled around a large monitoring screen, their mouths agape, expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Replay! Replay it quickly!" An old academician was so excited his dentures were about to fly out, pointing at the streak of white light on the screen.

"The energy conversion rate exceeds 98%! The beam cohesion is simply perfect! And without any external large-scale equipment, relying solely on a carrier the size of a flashlight?!"

"This is impossible! This is unscientific! The individual laser weapon we developed with the strength of the entire nation requires carrying a thirty-jin battery pack alone!"

"How did this child do it? What exactly did she carve onto that circuit board?!"

Director Zhao Gang took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he pressed the communication button: "Hello? Logistics Department?"

"This is Director Zhao Gang."

"Uh... double the supplies for the Cloud Top Palace base... no, tenfold!"

"Also, send over a few more crates of flashlights! Have that little girl modify them herself! Immediately!"

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In the classroom, Su Qianqian stared blankly at the large hole in the ceiling, then looked down at the smoking flashlight in her hand, which was completely ruined because the Materials couldn't withstand the high temperature.

The shock in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented, fanatical gleam that belonged to a mad scientist!

She grabbed The Third by the shoulders, completely disregarding any teacherly dignity, her tone as rapid as a machine gun: "Ling'er! How did you come up with that booster circuit algorithm just now?"

"Did you utilize the lattice resonance within the Spirit Stone?"

"And the curvature of that lens! How did you calculate the golden ratio point without computer assistance?!"

The Third was a bit dizzy from being shaken by her mother, but still answered calmly: "Intuition. I felt that drawing it that way would make the energy flow the smoothest."

"Intuition... Is this what they call talent?"

Su Qianqian muttered to herself, then suddenly turned around, picked up a laser pointer, and began writing frantically on the blackboard: "Forget it! Since the theory works, it means it's scientific!"

"Come! Ling'er, let's derive that formula again! If we replace the Spirit Stone with a micro-nuclear battery, and replace the lens with synthetic sapphire, could the power be increased even further?"

"Theoretically, yes." The Third also became interested, pulling another pen from her pocket, "But we need to solve the heat dissipation problem, otherwise the barrel will explode..."

Thus, the originally dull basic physics class instantly transformed into a new strategic weapon seminar for two high-IQ women.

Two figures, one big and one small, were hunched over the desk, pointing at the pile of parts, their mouths full of profound vocabulary like "wave-particle duality," "energy matrix," and "phase deflection"—terms that made Wang Dachui want to sleep and Director Zhao Gang want to record them.

As for The First and The Second? These two guys had been completely forgotten.

They exchanged a glance, silently pulled out the unfinished exotic beast jerky from their schoolbags, and began sneaking a snack under the desk.

"Big Brother, Third Sister is too scary; let's not mess with her in the future."

"Hmm, Second Brother, your words make sense. Let's just focus on training our muscles; as for this thing called a brain... we really weren't born with it."

Chapter 68: Is this method of treatment... a bit too advanced?

The night was like water, and the full moon hanging in mid-air spilled its silver radiance over Cloud Top Palace.

Although it was already late at night, this newly built base was still not quiet.

The Second, Wang Yan, was probably overstuffed from eating during the day, and was currently sleepwalking on the roof, occasionally spouting two rings of fire into the sky like a little fountain.

From The Third's room came the teeth-grinding sound of electric drills and metal cutting; clearly, this scientific fanatic was staying up late inventing again.

Meanwhile, in Nalan Ruo's bedroom, the atmosphere at this moment seemed exceptionally romantic and anxious.

The indoor lighting was dim and yellowish, exuding an indescribable ambiguity.

"Um... Dachui, do we really have to continue today?" Nalan Ruo lay on the bed, covered only by a thin white silk blanket, which outlined her undulating and exquisite curves.

She buried her face deep into the pillow, her voice sounding muffled, even carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling and shyness.

Although after yesterday's first attempt at fire therapy, she clearly felt that the stubborn cold poison in her body had loosened up quite a bit, and her breathing was much smoother.

But that tingling sensation, as if her entire body had been pierced by an electric current and her Soul was about to undergo Soul Emergence, along with the shame of exposing herself without reservation in front of a man, truly made even an S-rank powerhouse like her feel a bit apprehensive.

This wasn't treating an illness; it was simply testing the bottom line of her willpower!

"Of course we have to continue! We've barely started! The Long March has only just taken its first step!"

Wang Dachui spoke while rolling up his sleeves to reveal his toned forearms, saying with a serious face: "Sister Nalan, we are treating an illness and saving a life; we are racing against the King of Hell!"

"The cold poison in your body has accumulated for twenty years; it's like grease frozen in a sewer for twenty years. If we don't use some effort and strong medicine, it simply won't clear up!"

"But..." Nalan Ruo bit her lip, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, "This position... and this temperature, I'm afraid I can't hold out."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm a professional." Wang Dachui chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and activated the Qi and blood power in his body, causing a faint red light to glow in his palms.

But just as he was about to start, his movements suddenly paused. His eyes rolled around, and he pointed craftily at the white tank top on Nalan Ruo.

"Wait, Sister Nalan, you have to take this off."

"Ah?" Nalan Ruo was so shocked she almost sprang up from the bed, instinctively clutching her chest with both hands, "Didn't... didn't you press through my clothes yesterday? Why do you have to take it off today?"

"Yesterday was just a test to see the effects; pressing through clothes was fine, but today is the official treatment!" Wang Dachui spouted nonsense with a straight face, his expression full of righteousness.

"Cotton fabric is an insulator; it hinders the penetration of Fire Qi. With this layer of cloth in between, the heat loss is at least thirty percent!"

"This cold poison is hidden deep. If the firepower isn't enough, it's just like scratching an itch through a boot, and wouldn't you have suffered in vain?"

"But..." Nalan Ruo's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp, a battle between treating her illness and her shame raging within her. If she took her clothes off, wouldn't that mean... truly seeing each other as they were?

"Stop with the 'buts.' A doctor has a parent's heart; in my eyes, this is just two pieces of meat... *cough cough*, it's a precise map of Acupoints. Hurry up!"

Wang Dachui urged, though his eyes drifted slightly toward the ceiling to hide his guilty conscience.

Nalan Ruo gritted her teeth, thinking that she had already been touched yesterday anyway, so if he wanted to look, let him look.

With trembling hands, she slowly pushed the tank top up until her entire smooth back was exposed, then quickly buried her face into the pillow, remaining motionless like an ostrich.