379: Chapter 379 Mission Complete! Cold Fusion Blueprints in Hand!

Watching everyone receive their nameplates, Zhao Yang began to explain the rules and reward/punishment measures of the place to all the soldiers.

"In the coming months, everyone in this warehouse will undergo unified training strictly according to the training outline he has formulated."

"Members of the medication group must take the prescribed dosage of medicine on time every morning and evening, and record their physical reactions after taking the medicine."

"As for the control group, they cannot take any medicine, but must undergo the same level of training as the medication group."

"However, regardless of which group they are in, everyone must have their blood drawn at fixed times every day, undergo routine physical examinations on schedule, cannot drink alcohol, and cannot take any unauthorized medication."

"If there are any special circumstances, you must report them in a timely manner!"

"If there is any violation, the consequences will be extremely severe!"

Subsequently, everyone in the warehouse was redistributed according to their groups, and each received bedding and a unified training uniform.

"Alright! That's about it! Dismissed! Everyone go rest first and adjust your physical state! The experiment officially begins tomorrow!"

"Yes! Professor Zhao!"

The experiment began quickly. At 5:30 the next morning, the wake-up whistle sounded on time. Wang Xin took the first dose of SOD-2. The pill was slightly bitter when it entered his mouth, and less than two minutes after swallowing, a clear, cool sensation slid down his throat into his stomach.

The morning training content was the intensive physical fitness module from the new outline, alternating between 6,000-meter runs, equipment training, and martial arts. The intensity was roughly equivalent to their usual training, but the rest intervals between sets were compressed by two laps.

A comrade in the group who had been brought along had initially laughed and bet that he could definitely handle it, but after half a day, he was so tired he couldn't straighten his back, collapsing on the plastic floor and gasping for air.

A few days later, physical changes began to appear. Wang Xin gradually realized that his recovery speed was much faster. Previously, after running five kilometers, his calves would be sore for two or three days, but now, after sleeping, the soreness would be mostly gone when he woke up.

During equipment training, his pull-ups increased from twelve to fifteen, and after another ten days or so, he could already do eighteen. He could feel that his body had become stronger and more resilient, yet he didn't feel like collapsing after training as he used to; there was a persistent, warm vitality in his muscles.

Every day at 10:30 in the morning, the blood collection team would arrive on time to set up folding tables and chairs at the edge of the training ground. Three tubes of blood were drawn each time, the entire process was recorded by a military doctor, and someone would specifically ask him if he had problems such as dizziness, sweating, or loss of appetite.

Zhao Yang would often come over to check the data during blood collection. Wang Xin remembered very clearly that Zhao Yang would occasionally stand next to the military doctor and look at his arm, and after looking, he would say nothing, only adding a line of numbers to the record sheet.

Zhao Yang would occasionally pull up a small stool to sit by the edge of the training ground, asking them about their recent physical feelings.

Wang Xin was always very excited at these times, always the first to speak before anyone else could, telling Zhao Yang that his pull-ups had increased by a few more times compared to two days ago, yesterday's sprint run was faster, and he had almost no muscle soreness when he woke up this morning.

After listening, Zhao Yang, as usual, didn't express much, just wrote down a few sentences in his notebook, then lifted his eyelids to look at him.

"Pay attention to hydration, and do not do extra training after dinner."

"Okay, Professor Zhao!"

Wang Xin answered excitedly.

The experiment proceeded very smoothly. In the span of three months, the bodies of the soldiers who used the SOD-2 medication had almost undergone earth-shaking changes!

Wang Xin's 100-meter sprint improved from the original 12.5 seconds to under 12 seconds, his pull-ups had increased from twelve to twenty-two, and his 5-kilometer weighted run time was nearly three minutes faster than when he joined the group.

His weight did not change significantly, but his body fat percentage dropped by several percentage points, and his muscle definition was much clearer than before. Most importantly, he did not feel any discomfort at all; there was no insomnia, no palpitations, no loss of appetite, and his daily blood collection data remained very stable.

As for the control group, the situation was much more ordinary. With the same training volume, the same schedule, and the same daily blood draws, although there were some changes in them, they did not experience the almost visible changes that Wang Xin had.

Three months later, Zhao Yang sat in the temporary office at the base, with a thick stack of newly printed data reports spread out in front of him.

The effect of SOD-2 was even better than he had anticipated. Overall, the improvement in the athletic ability of the experimental group was significantly better than that of the control group, with training efficiency increasing by approximately twenty to thirty percent.

Furthermore, looking at the toxicological data, the impact on the liver and kidneys was almost negligible. After the entire metabolic cycle was completed, the drug components would be completely degraded, with no residue or accumulation. This was already a sufficiently solid set of Phase I clinical data.

And during these three months, Zhao Yang also received another piece of news.

That day, he was in the office at the base, flipping through the soldiers' physical data for the day, when a system notification suddenly rang in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, then put down the pen in his hand and listened carefully.

"Ding! It is detected that the national aerospace project in which the User deeply participated and led has completed the orbit insertion mission for a thousand-ton payload. The cumulative successful launch count and total payload capacity of the Long March 5 series rockets have both met the mission requirements."

"Congratulations to the User for completing the mission: Humanity's Sea of Stars. Obtained mission rewards: 100,000 points of Physics experience, and one Cold Fusion Reactor blueprint."

The experience wasn't the most important thing; the key was this Cold Fusion blueprint. When he received the mission completion notification, Zhao Yang was still at the base, and he resisted the urge to extract and view the blueprint on the spot.

Keeping a straight face, he gave a few instructions regarding follow-up precautions to the military doctor next to him, then greeted General Li, and left the base with the day's data.

After returning to the villa, Zhao Yang sat on the sofa.

"System! Open my system inventory!"

Zhao Yang chanted silently in his heart, and a pale blue light screen appeared directly in front of him.

The Cold Fusion Reactor blueprint was lying quietly in his item inventory; the icon was an engineering blueprint shimmering with a pale blue light. He extracted it.

It was a USB flash drive.

After inserting the USB drive into the computer, he had Shin-chan read it.

This engineering drawing contained hundreds of gigabytes of engineering data.

Zhao Yang began to browse through it.

After looking for a while, Zhao Yang's brows furrowed slightly.

This blueprint was about what Zhao Yang had expected. This blueprint was indeed a "pie in the sky"; many of the material requirements for the core components marked on it could not be met by the current level of metallurgy and material processing on Earth.

But this did not mean the blueprint had no value. It provided a complete, verified technical route. In Zhao Yang's eyes, this was more meaningful than simply being given a finished product.

The value of the roadmap itself far exceeded its direct utility value. By studying the technical path on the blueprint, he could at least confirm one thing! Controlled nuclear fusion was not a dead end!

It was a path that could truly be traversed!

With the overall framework of the Cold Fusion path, he could start doing some foundational work under existing conditions.

Just as he was calculating in his mind where to start.

The phone rang.

Zhao Yang glanced at his phone screen.

It was Gu Qing.

He picked it up.

"What's wrong? Qingqing?"

"A-Yang, in two days it will be the graduation ceremony for Li Tianqi and Sun Xu. Do you want to come and see?"