In order to wait for the people from the Federal Pharmaceutical Research Institute to come, Sheng Heng stayed on Planet B135 for one more day. The next day, he boarded the ship with Yan Hao and returned to the capital planet.
On the spaceship, the sophomores were not surprised at the appearance of Yan Hao. Some even joked that Sheng Heng should bring Yan Hao with him when he had another assessment related to mecha makers. Yan Hao was both a mecha maker and a pharmacist, so he could do the work of two people, which would provide an extra layer of protection when he went out in the future. Even the class teacher Xiao Tianhan thought the spaceship was good.
Sheng Heng laughed and said, even if Xiao Hao can do the work of two people, it is only to help him. As soon as he said this, Cheng Wenkang immediately refused to do it, shouting, why can't he be included in the group of three people?
Everyone laughed and started teasing Cheng Wenkang.
Yan Hao watched silently from the side, and then he discovered something. In just three months, Sheng Heng's status in the class has changed significantly. Last time, he went to the deserted planet with this group of people, but on the way to the flight, Sheng Heng's presence was not strong, and he was even somewhat disliked by the group of mecha builders. But this time, wherever Sheng Heng appeared, a circle of students would immediately gather around him. With Sheng Heng as the center, they laughed and talked about something, and there was a faint feeling that they followed Sheng Heng's lead.
Yan Hao was very happy to see this change. Although he didn't know why, he always felt that Sheng Heng should be like this, always the focus of everyone no matter where he was.
The spacecraft sailed in space for two days and successfully arrived at the capital planet.
After returning to school, Yan Hao rested for a night. The next day was Saturday, so he ran to the third canteen early in the morning to buy the soup dumplings that Mr. Pang liked to eat, and then carried them to the laboratory on the tenth floor.
There is a special lounge in Pang Lao's laboratory for him to rest. The school also prepares a separate dormitory for him, but Pang Lao still lives in the laboratory most of the time, so no matter how early Yan Hao goes, Pang Lao is always in the laboratory.
"The buns today are a bit salty. Did the chef add too much salt because his hands were shaking?" Mr. Pang was a bit dissatisfied with the taste of the buns this morning.
"I also bought soy milk, original flavor. You will feel better if you drink a few sips. Or, I can get you some water." Yan Hao said.
"No need, soy milk is good enough." Pang Lao took a sip of the soy milk and asked casually, "How is Sheng Heng?"
"It's okay now." When Yan Hao rushed to Planet B135, he said hello to Mr. Pang before leaving because he was not sure whether he could make it back during the weekend.
"I heard that he was accidentally injured by another student's spiritual power when his spiritual power was empty?"
"Yes." Yan Hao nodded.
Although he didn't believe that the attack was an accident, he couldn't say too much about something without any evidence in front of the teacher.
Old Pang raised his eyebrows, and was once again surprised at his little apprentice's attainments in alchemy. At the same time, he felt a little flustered: No, Yan Hao's mecha manufacturing level must be improved quickly to surpass his alchemy level.
"Okay, you don't have to clean up here, just go into the house and assemble the mecha." Old Pang waved his hand to send him away.
"I have a gift for the teacher." Yan Hao did not leave immediately.
"Gift?" Mr. Pang asked in surprise.
"I have been taught by you and learned a lot, but I have never been able to prepare a gift for you. This time I went to Ziyuan Star and got the blood of the phantom beast, but there is only two milliliters. You and Teacher Zhong will each get one milliliter." Yan Hao felt that this amount of blood was too little, and said a little embarrassedly, "Although it is a little little, it can be used to refine soothing and repairing mental medicines, which will have a very good effect."
As he spoke, Yan Hao took out a transparent glass test tube containing two milliliters of bright red phantom beast blood.
"Didn't you go to Ziyuan Star to treat Sheng Heng's injuries? How did you get the blood of the phantom beast?" asked Old Pang.
"This phantom beast was discovered by Brother Heng by chance on the Resource Star. He was accidentally injured because he wanted to use his mental power to lure and capture the phantom beast." Yan Hao explained, "After the phantom beast was handed over to the Federation, the senior was only given five milliliters of blood. Two milliliters of it were taken by Senior Cheng to make phantom potions, and I took two milliliters."
"Wild phantom beast?" Even though Old Pang has been famous for many years and is a level 10 mecha master, he is considered knowledgeable, but this wild phantom beast is rare to see, let alone its blood.
Since the Phantom Beast was almost hunted to extinction more than 200 years ago, the number of wild Phantom Beast appearances in the past 200 years can be counted on one hand. The blood quality of wild Phantom Beasts is the highest when they are first caught. After that, the Phantom Beasts are kept in captivity, and the efficacy of their blood will gradually decrease. Although Yan Hao only has two milliliters in his hand, as Yan Hao said, if it is used to make a soothing mental medicine, the effect will be very good.
This was exactly what he needed. He had been researching mechas all his life, and spent most of his life in the laboratory. Frequent production and research consumed a lot of his mental power. In his later years, although his mental power was still strong, there were many hidden injuries in his sea of consciousness. Every once in a while, he needed mental soothing drugs to treat it. But as the injuries became more serious and his drug resistance increased, the effect of those soothing drugs became less and less.
He stayed in the lab every day, no matter how early Yan Hao came, he was there, not because he was diligent, but because his sea of consciousness was piercing and he couldn't sleep for long. This is a problem that all high-level spiritualists will face in the end.
But if the blood of wild phantom beasts could be used as medicine, perhaps he could have a good night's sleep after a long time?
"Are you really going to give it to me?" Elder Pang asked, "Two milliliters of wild phantom beast blood is enough to make phantom potion."
"I don't need the phantom potion." At least so far, he didn't feel that his mental power was insufficient. "Besides, Brother Heng will be able to get another 5 milliliters next year. If I need it, I can ask him for it then."
People like Elder Pang who are devoted to research are straightforward. After he was sure that Yan Hao really wanted to give it to him, he didn't say anything else. He just laughed and took it: "Give Old Man Zhong's share as well. I'll give it to an old friend and ask him to help make it into a potion."
Yan Hao did not hesitate and immediately gave the remaining blood of the phantom beast to Pang Lao. As for who Pang Lao wanted to find to make the potion, Yan Hao did not ask much. After all, with Pang Lao's status in the Federation, his old friend must not be an ordinary person. So Yan Hao did not waste his time and help to come up with ideas for making potions.
After delivering the apprenticeship gift, Yan Hao went straight to the parts warehouse. That room had become Yan Hao's own small laboratory.
Mr. Pang never worried about Yan Hao's study status. Yan Hao's obsession with mechas is no less than when he was young. Other teachers are afraid that their students will be lazy and not work hard, but his little apprentice will forget to eat and sleep if he is not careful.
In a blink of an eye, half a month passed and it was the end of the semester again. But Yan Hao came to the laboratory more frequently because his first level 4 mecha was about to be assembled.
"Teacher, why does the weapon always get stuck when it is activated here?" If the weapon gets stuck, the mecha on the battlefield will be almost useless.
"The particle cannon you chose was removed from a level six mecha. The levels don't match." Mr. Pang said after checking it out.
"But I have clearly changed the wiring of the weapon." Yan Hao naturally knew that the weapon was an old weapon removed from the sixth-level mecha and was not compatible with the fourth-level mecha, but this ion cannon had good performance, and he wanted to match his own mecha with more powerful weapons, so he made some modifications at the interface and forcibly placed the sixth-level ion cannon on the fourth-level mecha.
"The circuits of a mecha are very similar to the veins of a human body, that is, the circuits of a mecha are a whole. If you change the circuits at the weapon interface, then its energy requirement will be higher than other parts of the mecha, which will make the entire mecha uncoordinated. If the mecha core finds a problem, it will inevitably self-check, so your weapon will freeze." Old Pang explained patiently, "Of course, the more powerful the weapon, the better, but you can't blindly install any weapon..."
Yan Hao nodded in realization, but he still looked at the level 6 ion cannon with a determined look.
Pang Lao could see that he still didn't want to give up, but he didn't say anything? This kind of line improvement, regardless of whether it will succeed in the end, will be beneficial to Yan Hao's growth.
When Mr. Pang was about to continue giving some advice, there was a sudden incoming call from the optical computer terminal.
Old Pang glanced at the caller ID, turned around and left the parts warehouse, returned to the maintenance room outside, and then answered the call: "Old Man Wen, is the medicine ready?"
On the other side of the video was an old man wearing an ancient robe. He was none other than Pang Lao’s good friend, Wen Feng, one of the three great pharmacy masters of the Federation.
"Does it take me half a month to make a soothing potion?" Mr. Wen said unhappily.
"Then why didn't you make the medicine for me for such a long time? Don't you know that I am waiting to enjoy the filial piety of your disciple?" Old Pang said dissatisfiedly.
When Mr. Wen heard this, his beard stood up in anger: "Who are you taking advantage of?"
Although this phantom blood was found by his beloved disciple, this potion was made by him. Isn't what Mr. Pang said taking advantage of him?
"Oops, it was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. You know that's not what I meant." Mr. Pang apologized with a smile.
"An apology should also have some sincerity." Mr. Wen suddenly said.
Old Pang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why, do you have relatives or friends who want me to help make a mecha part?"
Mr. Pang has a bad reputation and he hasn't helped anyone make mechas for many years. But if a friend with whom he has a good relationship asks for one, as long as it's not too excessive, Mr. Pang doesn't mind helping.
"I said I wanted those broken parts of yours." Wen Laogan was probably the only one in the entire federation who called the parts made by Pang Lao junk to his face. "I came to you for another matter."
"My eldest disciple has been improving the phantom potion recently. He has come up with several plans that need to be calculated one by one. The amount of calculation is really too large, and there is no one around me who is particularly good at mathematics. Didn't you always say that you are good at mathematics in mecha manufacturing? See if you can find someone to calculate it." Wen Lao said, "After the calculation, the potion will be sent to you."
"What do you mean? If you can't figure it out, do you still want to swallow my potion?" said Mr. Pang.
"If you can't calculate it, you, the mecha manufacturing students, and the entire Federal University will lose face." Mr. Wen deliberately exaggerated.
"You said this, if I don't prove it, I will seem guilty. Send the data over." Pang Lao knew that Wen Lao was trying to provoke him, but he still took it. He and Wen Lao have been friends for many years. In the past ten years, almost all the mental medicines he took were made by Wen Lao himself, so even if Wen Lao didn't ask for anything and just told him something like this, he would help.
"The data has been sent to your email, but a lot of it is related to medicinal properties and is relatively complex and difficult to identify. So, I will leave you the contact number of my disciple. If you don't understand something, you can ask my disciple directly." Wen Laodao.
Elder Pang took it, glanced at it, and then sent it to all his disciples, asking them to find time to calculate it.
Just two minutes after he sent the message to the group, Yan Hao came out of the parts warehouse and said, "Teacher, I want to borrow the super optical computer."
"What do you want a super optical computer for?" There is no need for a super optical computer to study weapon circuits.
"For the calculation problem you just sent me, I need a super optical computer to assist in the calculation." Yan Hao said.
"It's only been two minutes since I posted it. Have you finished reading the question?" Mr. Pang asked in shock.
"I've looked at it. It's not difficult. I'll set some data and let the super optical computer run the data by itself. By the afternoon, the formula model will be out." Yan Hao said.
"..."Mr. Pang.
I spent the whole morning thinking of a weapon roadmap but still couldn't come up with any result, but now I can figure out a formula for calculating potion in just two minutes?
Why is it that the more I think about it, the more I feel that my little apprentice will eventually go back to the old path of pharmacy? !
The author has something to say: Mr. Pang: Promise you won’t go back to pharmacy.
Yan Hao:? ?
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