287: Chapter 287 Common Sense? It's meant to be broken.

Listening to Zhou Kai's mutterings, which were full of anticipation and a hint of mischief, Lin Yuan smiled and said nothing more.

The interior of the car returned to silence.

Lin Yuan leaned back comfortably against the leather seat and closed his eyes slightly.

But in a dimension invisible to ordinary people, his consciousness was scanning with keen interest the "confidence" progress bar steadily climbing on the system panel.

Everything was proceeding exactly according to the script he had written, without the slightest deviation.

The official car drove steadily through the traffic and soon returned them to Research Building No. 7 at the Xia Academy of Sciences.

...

The next day, early morning.

Jingzhou First Hospital, Phase I Clinical Trial Ward.

The fluorescent lights in the corridor emitted a low-frequency hum, and the air was permeated with the smell of disinfectant.

Zhao Mingzhe had been sitting at the desk in the duty room since early morning.

As the dean, he didn't need to do everything himself to this extent, but he had not slept a wink all night, as he had been on edge the entire time.

The table in front of him was spread with basic monitoring record sheets from various time periods.

The volunteers' body temperature curves, heart rate fluctuations, and self-reported feedback from last night...

He had personally reviewed every single piece of data word for word, and the results were, naturally, as good as they could possibly be.

There wasn't a single case of rejection, nor any signs of heart failure or liver and kidney stress.

But the more this was the case, the stronger the sense of unreality Zhao Mingzhe felt.

Just then, the door to the duty room was pushed open in a rush.

Fang Zhiguo, the director of the laboratory department, rushed in, clutching a stack of reports just printed from the testing equipment, the edges of the paper still warm from the machine.

Fang Zhiguo's expression was extremely strange, one could even say horrified.

A layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his mouth was half-open, his chest heaved violently, and his pupils were filled with an incredulity that looked like he had seen a ghost.

Seeing this, Zhao Mingzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong? Did something go wrong?"

"No... no..."

Fang Zhiguo swallowed hard, his voice trembling violently from extreme excitement and disbelief.

"Dean, nothing went wrong... it's... it's just that the results are too exaggerated!"

Hearing this, Zhao Mingzhe didn't waste any more time asking questions; he snatched the stack of reports, still warm from the machine, and stared down at them intensely.

But, after just one glance.

Zhao Mingzhe's breathing stopped the very next moment.

"This... how is this possible?"

Zhao Mingzhe stared fixedly at the top biochemical report belonging to the Vitality-Strengthening Group, unable to stop himself from muttering.

"The levels of serum testosterone and other related endocrine hormones have actually risen by fifteen percent overall compared to when they joined the group yesterday?"

"And the concentration of fatigue metabolites in the blood, the loss rate of trace elements... they are all showing a clear, positive recovery trend?!"

Zhao Mingzhe's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and the paper rustled in his grip.

He flipped through the reports in his hands in disbelief, his worldview undergoing an unprecedented and crazy assault.

"If we were following conventional integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine treatments, to see this level of fluctuation on the instruments, it would take at least half a month of continuous medication!"

"And now... it hasn't even been twenty-four hours since they took it?!"

That wasn't all.

With trembling hands, Zhao Mingzhe quickly flipped to the relevant reports for the Hair Growth and Strengthening Group below.

When he saw the hair follicle biopsy data, he gasped even more, his muttering growing louder.

"Hair follicle cells in the dormant phase... were actually forced to wake up?!"

"The microcirculatory blood flow at the base of the scalp actually doubled in just one night?!"

"Incredible... this simply defies the common sense of modern medicine!"

When Zhao Mingzhe closed the last report, he slumped back into his chair.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the feedback from those volunteers in the lobby yesterday afternoon after they took the medicine—their flushed faces and extreme excitement.

"So, when the volunteers said they felt heat in their abdomen and tingling in their scalps immediately after taking the medicine yesterday..."

"It really wasn't just psychological suggestion in a state of frenzy."

"It was the medicinal effect, already truly taking effect!"

...

Jingzhou, Research Building No. 7 at the Xia Academy of Sciences.

8:15 AM.

Lin Yuan had just arrived at his independent office, and the water in his teacup had just boiled.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A knock on the door sounded, hurried and with a hint of irrepressible joy.

Immediately after, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Kai strode in. He walked extremely fast, the hem of his white coat fluttering, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, yet his whole person exuded a sense of triumphant pride.

"Academician Lin!"

Zhou Kai plopped down onto the chair in front of the desk, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes blooming with a smile.

Lin Yuan leaned back against the chair, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pushed the cup of hot tea he had just brewed across the desk, his tone gentle and casual.

"Dean Zhou, you're looking so radiant early in the morning, drink some tea first and tell me slowly."

Zhou Kai picked up the teacup and, not caring that it was hot, took a big gulp.

"Academician Lin, it's done!"

He put down the teacup, leaned forward, and lowered his voice, but the excitement and mischief in his tone could not be hidden at all.

"The data feedback from the first day of clinical trials has just been compiled."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and played along with his lead:

"How are the results?"

"Naturally, they are perfect!"

"When Old Zhao called me early this morning, his voice was shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't get a complete sentence out for the longest time."

"He said he's been in clinical medicine for over thirty years, but this morning, looking at that stack of data, he felt like he'd lived most of his life in vain!"

Zhou Kai clicked his tongue in wonder. Although he had already been confident in the drug's efficacy through animal experiments, hearing the human clinical verification in person still made it hard to hide his shock and pride.

"Two hundred samples, zero rejection, zero side effects!"

"As for the speed of onset, it's exactly the same as what we saw in the lab mice a few days ago, and because the human body's basal metabolism is larger, the data is even more intuitive!"

Speaking of this, Zhou Kai couldn't help but shake his head.

"Old Zhao was complaining to me on the phone, saying he's completely stunned right now and is dragging several department directors into the conference room to question their lives!"

After listening to Zhou Kai's vivid description, Lin Yuan sipped his tea unhurriedly, his expression remaining calm and composed.

"It's only been one day."

Lin Yuan put down his teacup and said nonchalantly:

"This is just the initial effect; the two drugs haven't fully exerted their efficacy yet."

Zhou Kai was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then nodded repeatedly in deep agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes, Academician Lin is right!"

Seeing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile and tease him.

"It seems Dean Zhou has finally set his heart at ease this time!"

Hearing this teasing, Zhou Kai froze slightly, and his old face turned red for a rare moment.

Afterward, he scratched the back of his head, grinned, and didn't answer.