397: Chapter 847 WS-15, are you interested?

Zhao Yang stood at the back of the classroom and listened for a while.

He Changyan's explanation was very clear; every step was derived starting from the premise assumptions, and when reaching the conclusion, he would mark the key nodes on the blackboard to let the others follow along with the calculations.

After He Changyan finished speaking, Zhao Yang walked to the side of the podium.

He gave He Changyan an approving look.

"Little He's explanation is not bad, but I will add a few things."

As he spoke, Zhao Yang took the part about remainder processing from He Changyan's explanation just now and re-explained it, added a few special processing techniques regarding index sum estimation in Waring's problem, and assigned several targeted practice problems, requiring everyone to submit a complete derivation process at the next group meeting.

Several students sat below, scribbling notes. Wang Hong sat by the window; she spun her pen twice, turned her head, and whispered something to the classmate next to her.

After coming out of the School of Mathematics, Zhao Yang went to the Biology laboratory next door for a look around.

Zhou Ting was at the clean bench working on a batch of heat-shock transformation for competent cells, her movements much more proficient than when she first entered the laboratory.

After she finished the entire process, Zhao Yang looked at the colony distribution on the plate, picked a few of the best-grown single colonies, and had her perform colony PCR verification.

Zhou Ting said she had already learned how to pick single colonies and would no longer poke through the agar.

Zhao Yang said, "Then you can treat yourself to a chicken leg tonight."

The few students in the laboratory all laughed.

Both sides could be considered on the right track.

On the mathematics side, He Changyan could handle most of the basic courses and daily Q&A, and on the Biology side, the two doctoral students were slowly starting to have the ability to guide the master's students below them.

Zhao Yang didn't need to spend every day soaking in the laboratory and office watching every operation of every person like at the beginning of the semester.

The other burdens on his shoulders could also be pushed forward again.

After coming out of the laboratory, Zhao Yang went to the SOD-2 clinical base. When Zhao Yang arrived, the atmosphere in the base was completely different from a few months ago; most of the equipment and supplies had already begun to be packed up, and several military doctors were filing the last batch of long-term toxicology blood samples into cabinets.

The Phase III clinical trials had all been completed, and data aggregation had been finished weeks ago.

The finishing work for the long-term toxicology observation would be completely finished in these two days; every follow-up record of the subjects, every biochemical indicator from blood collection, and every data curve from the physical fitness tests were all locked in the filing cabinets.

The next step was to take this complete data to the Drug Administration to go through the final market approval process.

These matters were all being followed by the registration team specially formed by Chen Haifeng, so Zhao Yang didn't need to go and queue at the windows himself, but he felt he should come for the final day.

When he walked into the base hall, the two hundred test soldiers were already lined up.

These soldiers were completely different people from when they were first brought here by truck.

After more than half a year of continuous systematic physical training, plus the efficacy of SOD-2, everyone's body fat percentage had dropped significantly, their muscle lines were clear, and their skin tone was much better than before.

The officer leading the team shouted a command, and two hundred people stood at attention in unison.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear the faint buzzing of the fluorescent light tubes overhead.

Zhao Yang stood in front of this team, his gaze sweeping from the first row to the last, and then he spoke.

"Over these past six months, you have all put in a lot of effort—daily high-intensity training, daily blood collection records—and no one quit or complained in the middle. The data this drug has today was built by every one of you with your sweat and cooperation."

"As the researcher of this drug and the person in charge of Spark Technology, in order to express my gratitude, I would like to thank every comrade who participated in the experiment."

"After the subsequent base wrap-up is finished, I will personally distribute a thank-you fee of 50,000 yuan to each subject."

"Besides this, if you have any other requests, you can bring them up now."

After saying this, Zhao Yang cast his gaze toward the team.

Wang Xin stood in the second row on the right, his face flushed a bit red, his lips pursed several times, and finally, it was as if he had gathered all his courage together.

"Professor Zhao! Can we take a group photo with you?"

Zhao Yang smiled. "Of course you can."

He walked to the center of the team and stood still, taking several photos.

After the big group photo was taken, a few soldiers pulled Zhao Yang to take small group photos, and then individual selfies.

Wang Xin stood next to Zhao Yang, so nervous that his shoulders were stiff; after the photo was taken, his palms were full of sweat, and he wiped them on his training trousers several times.

After the photos were finished, the base's wrap-up work was officially completed.

Director Su took the military medical team to pack the last batch of blood samples and follow-up forms into the refrigerated transport boxes, and the logistics personnel began to take down tents and move folding tables and chairs.

The two hundred test soldiers lined up and boarded the buses waiting nearby. When the engines started, Wang Xin poked his head out of the bus window and waved at Zhao Yang, and Zhao Yang waved back at him.

Just as Zhao Yang turned around and was preparing to leave, an off-road vehicle with military license plates turned in from the asphalt road outside the base and stopped steadily at the building entrance.

The car door opened, and General Li stepped out. He didn't bring any entourage behind him, only one guard waiting in the car.

"I saw you all taking photos from far away; the atmosphere is quite harmonious."

General Li walked over, smiled, shook hands with Zhao Yang, and looked him up and down.

"Foundation Establishment Pill. You are becoming more and more daring with your naming."

"I watched the live broadcast of the press conference that day and almost thought I had tuned into the wrong channel; I only realized halfway through that this wasn't some fantasy novel reader meet-and-greet."

"Does General Li also read fantasy novels?"

Zhao Yang looked at General Li with some surprise.

"My grandson who is in elementary school especially likes to read this kind of fantasy novel, so I know a little bit about it."

Hearing General Li's words, Zhao Yang laughed.

"It's catchy and easy to remember—the common people chose it themselves. I originally wanted to call it 'muscle strengthening agent,' but I felt that name was quite awkward. It's better to call it Foundation Establishment Pill; anyway, it's just a name."

"If the masses like it, then we must satisfy them!"

"You!"

General Li smiled and shook his head.

The two of them walked along the small road outside the base, chatting as they walked.

"Speaking of which, I've been using that medicine of yours recently, and the effect is very good!"

"I used to feel tightness in the back of my head after waking up from a nap, and a bunch of aches after exercising. Now, the soreness and swelling after training are basically gone by the next day, and I even feel my brain turning faster during meetings."

General Li said with a hint of excitement.

"I have listed the issues to pay attention to for long-term use in the clinical data; you should still be careful."

Zhao Yang reminded General Li.

"Don't worry, Chen Haifeng has already sent me the medication guide and the regular physical examination plan. I've read it page by page, and I will pay attention!"

"Mm!"

Zhao Yang nodded.

"By the way, at the Space Agency internal meeting a few days ago regarding the discussion on potential capacity excavation for the Long March 5 series, the direction of reusable rockets was brought up and discussed for a long time. People at the meeting talked about you a lot!"

General Li said to Zhao Yang with a smile on his face.

Zhao Yang shrugged.

"They said that the YC-1 engine configuration you led the improvement of has greatly increased the thrust and stability of the Long March 5, and the coordination adjustments of the rocket body structure were also done quite delicately. So, some people want to hand over the next step of technical verification for recovery to you to lead. Has anyone talked to you about this?"

Zhao Yang nodded.

"Chief Engineer Sun called me before and mentioned a few words, but I didn't agree."

"Recovery isn't just a hardware matter; the control system and re-entry algorithms all have to be started from scratch. The project team is too big, and the graduate students I'm leading now have just gotten on the right track, so I can't get away. But I can help run some early pre-research plans."

General Li nodded.

"Then lead the pre-research first; the official launch will have to wait until conditions are ripe."

The two walked along the small road for a while. General Li suddenly stopped, took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, skillfully flicked one out, didn't light it, but just twirled it between his fingers. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly.

"What exactly do you plan to do next? Are you interested in touching the WS-15?"

General Li asked, looking at Zhao Yang seriously.

Zhao Yang also turned his gaze to him.

"The WS-15 is the supporting engine for the j-20. If you arrange this for me now, wouldn't that mean I'm going to be restricted in my freedom?"