Chapter 561: 560
"Arrogant!"
"Way too arrogant!"
"Who do you think you are, where did you graduate from, do you even understand biology?"
Yang Fei’s words provoked a chorus of angry rebukes from these bigwigs of the biological community.
It wasn’t that they looked down on the young, nor were they jealous of the talented, rather, in their opinion, Yang Fei was simply too presumptuous and arrogant.
Even if a young person in their twenties was exceptionally outstanding, they couldn’t possibly spot the issue with something that these experts had been researching for over a decade, could they?
Do you think you’re Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad?
Not to mention them, even Qin Yanyang felt a bit embarrassed, thinking that Yang Fei was exhibiting too much arrogance and frivolity.
She naturally didn’t doubt Yang Fei’s genuine talent and knowledge, knowing well that her husband was a person of great ability in the medical field, but this was a biological pharmaceutical research project, not about treating diseases and saving people.
Some doctors are excellent at diagnosing and treating illnesses, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they can develop medications.
The key issue was that the medicine liquid developed in this laboratory was exceptionally remarkable, not something that could be easily successful, otherwise, they wouldn’t have invested a massive amount of money and manpower, dedicating over a decade without yet reaching the final goal.
Now that Yang Fei said he could resolve it, Qin Yanyang was excited, yet she also worried he was talking big.
"Cough cough, Yang Fei, can you really do it?" Qin Yanyang coughed as a gentle reminder.
Seeing his wife blink repeatedly at him, Yang Fei felt amused and chuckled, "When have you ever seen me boast?"
Qin Yanyang thought about how every time she asked Yang Fei about his Cultivation Realm, he would give an honest answer that would seem like boasting to anyone who heard it.
Yet, every time it turned out he hadn’t been boasting at all.
She took a deep breath, her excitement growing, "Really?"
If this could truly complete the synthesis of the final Genetic Liquid Medicine, and achieve the effects described theoretically by Kong Yuren and others, Divine Continent Country was about to truly rise.
Yang Fei sighed, nodded, and said, "Absolutely true."
Qin Yanyang looked at Yang Fei with stars in her eyes.
"Hahaha, I’ll see how you end this charade when your bluff is called." Kong Yuren stared at Yang Fei and said, "You say you can do it, then show some action. If you can really complete this final step, I’ll bow down and request you as my teacher."
"You’re too old to be my disciple, and I already have one, whose talent surpasses yours," Yang Fei replied.
When it came to Sun Lei, Yang Fei suddenly felt a bit guilty—he had become his teacher but hadn’t taught him for a long time.
"Fine, we’ll all be watching here, to see how you accomplish this final step," Kong Yuren said, with a grimace.
All the biologists stared at Yang Fei, waiting to see how the young man would conclude his performance.
Yang Fei glanced around the lab and frowned.
Kong Yuren kept an eye on him and, seeing the frown, quickly said, "What’s the matter, going to say the conditions here are too basic for your experimentation?"
Yang Fei gave him a look and a smile, "You’re actually right for once."
Kong Yuren scoffed, "I think you’re just looking for excuses, what a poor one at that. Whatever equipment you need, just say it, and we can get it for you right away."
"That’s right, the equipment here is complete; we couldn’t possibly be lacking anything. If you need other devices, just tell us and we’ll find them."
Yang Fei sighed, "Indeed, a lot is missing, but no matter, if I only need to prove I can complete the final synthesis step, I can do it right now."
Many scoffed at his words.
Clearly, to them, Yang Fei’s claim was nothing but hot air.
"Give me a portion of all the original liquids to send to my wife’s office," Yang Fei instructed.
No one moved.
These leading figures in biological medicine were unlikely to do such a favor for Yang Fei.
Kong Yuren snorted and took the initiative to get ready.
Yang Fei glanced at him and chuckled, "Seeing how eager you are, I’ll grant you the opportunity to observe on the spot. This should be quite enlightening for you."
Qin Yanyang furrowed her brows, shaking her head at Yang Fei, while also directly communicating via telekinesis, "If you truly can complete this last step, don’t let an outsider know."
Yang Fei replied via telekinesis, "Don’t worry, dear, I know what I’m doing. Even if he observes, he will only have cause to admire, without the ability to replicate."
Hearing what Yang Fei had said, Qin Yanyang refrained from further comment.
Shortly after, Kong Yuren, with his hands full of various original liquid medicines, said to Yang Fei, "Let’s go."
The others also wished to follow, but a sharp look from Yang Fei made the ordinary folk shiver involuntarily and fear sprang from the depths of their hearts, deterring them from taking another step.
Yang Fei walked over to where the equipment was placed, picked up a large glass and an alcohol lamp, then said to Qin Yanyang, "Let’s go to your office."
Seeing him take only these two items, everyone displayed a look of disappointment.
Are you kidding me, medicine liquid that can’t be perfectly merged even with various sophisticated instruments—you think you can synthesize it with just a glass beaker and an alcohol lamp?
If that’s really possible, I’ll livestream myself standing on my head eating shit!
However, due to the cold glare that Yang Fei had given earlier, no one dared to utter another mocking word.
The three went to Qin Yanyang’s office.
After the door was closed, Kong Yuren placed the dozens of original liquid ingredients on the table and then looked at Yang Fei with a mocking expression.
Qin Yanyang was also somewhat worried and couldn’t help asking, "Can it be done?"
"Yes," Yang Fei said with a firm tone.
Qin Yanyang frowned and said, "But I’ve seen them try many times like this."
"That was them," Yang Fei said, while setting up the alcohol lamp and glass beaker.
He then began to pour the dozens of medicine liquids into the glass beaker one by one.
His actions seemed reckless, but Kong Yuren realized that this young man was pouring each kind of medicine according to their calculated proportions.
This greatly surprised Kong Yuren.
He had never told Yang Fei the correct proportions of the various liquids before.
How did this young man know?
Right, it must have been Qin Yanyang who told him.
But she seemed to have never inquired about the experimental data and shouldn’t know the correct mixing proportions, right?
While Kong Yuren was shocked, Yang Fei had already poured all the original liquids into the glass vessel in the correct proportions.
Then he lit the alcohol lamp.
Kong Yuren was stunned.
Is it really that simple?
Fucking hell, do you think I’m an idiot?
He looked up at Yang Fei with an angry face.
But he saw Yang Fei sitting beside the lamp, his expression focused, with his palms spread out, encircling the alcohol lamp.
The flame of the alcohol lamp jumped quickly, and the fire suddenly became much more vigorous.
Kong Yuren’s pupils shrank, filled with astonishment.
As Qin Yanyang’s expression turned solemn, she whispered to Kong Yuren, "From this moment on, do not speak, do not make any noise."
Kong Yuren felt a chill in his heart, this young woman gave him a sense of pressure he had never felt before, preventing any thoughts of resistance or retort from arising in the depths of his heart.
The mixed original liquid in the glass beaker soon began to boil.
Visibly, steam started to emerge from it.
Just then, Yang Fei’s gaze intensified.
Qin Yanyang’s eyes flashed, sharply sensing an invisible force in the air.
This force was intangible yet tangible, wrapping around a small area above the glass beaker to create a sealed space.
The distilled steam gathered within this small space above the beaker, tumbling and not dispersing.
Kong Yuren was dumbstruck.
He did not know that it was Yang Fei’s powerful telekinesis that controlled the small confined space, preventing the distilled vapor from escaping; he was simply stunned by the sight.
Just as Kong Yuren was about to cry out in shock, Qin Yanyang glanced at him, her hands swiftly moving to seal several of Kong Yuren’s acupoints, leaving him unable to move or speak, only able to watch.
Yang Fei, oblivious to all this, concentrated on channeling True Qi to accelerate the burning of the alcohol lamp, thus controlling the flame while expending telekinesis to lock down the steam.
Gradually, the original liquid in the glass beaker lost the color it had when mixed.
However, the distilled vapor began to show some color.
These vapors remained locked in a sealed, small space, resembling a colored balloon the size of a soccer ball.
Suddenly, Yang Fei withdrew his hands from near the alcohol lamp and reached into the void towards the mass of vapor.
With this motion, the volume of the vapor mass rapidly shrank.
Kong Yuren’s eyes bulged.
What kind of technique is this?
How is it possible to compress gas continuously with bare hands?