Beijing.
At the military headquarters.
Elder Fang's body was deteriorating. His organs were failing, his functions were declining, and his immune system was decreasing. He was already on the verge of death. If it was a disease, it would be fine, perhaps it could be cured, but Elder Fang died of normal aging.
No matter how good a doctor was, no matter how good the medicine was, no matter how good the medical conditions were, they could not change fate. This was the eternal law of nature. Humans were so insignificant in front of it that they could only endure it.
The first thing Old Fang said when he woke up every day was," How's the engine development going?
His family could not tell him the truth, so they could only say one thing every day: Soon…Soon…
The research team leader disappeared.
The deputy team leader fell ill.
The Research Consortium was almost disintegrated.
How could the country hand over such an important project to such a research group?
The approval results were out. Without a doubt, it had not been approved. The government was already considering reorganizing the research team. The sooner the domestic engine was successfully developed, the more beneficial it would be to China's national defense and economic development. However, due to some special reasons, it was suppressed.
At the very least, he had to wait until the chief engine designer, Chu Feng, who had mysteriously disappeared, returned.
Every day was torture for Elder Fang. He had left behind his work experience, the conjectures in his mind that he had no time to verify, the development of the mechanical and electrical industry in China, and everything that he could think of that would be useful to future generations and the country.
He had to type at least 10,000 words a day and sit in front of the computer for ten hours. His physical condition was getting worse by the day.
The doctor begged him, but he didn't listen. His family begged him, but he didn't listen. Old friends begged him, but he didn't listen; superiors begged him, but he still didn't listen…He used the last candlelight of his life to illuminate the world.
Day after day passed.
The great scientists of the people are slowly leaving us.
The remaining two bombs and one star were about to leave…
On the tenth day.
Old Fang's condition worsened. He couldn't get out of bed and couldn't even move his hands. He asked his family to move the computer to the bedside. He dictated and asked his seventeen-year-old great-granddaughter to type. After typing, he checked it again and again. Because he was worried that his careless great-granddaughter would make a mistake and delay the big event.
On the fifteenth day.
Old Fang could only open his eyes in a daze. He could not even speak. He could only stop helplessly. He was no longer able to complete his work.
In order to reduce his pain, the hospital did not use any medicine for him.
On the 20th day.
Fang Lao was in a coma and would only wake up occasionally. He looked at his family with puzzled eyes.
Every time this happened, his family would whisper in his ear," Soon…Soon…
On the twenty-fifth day.
Fang Lao's body organs were basically dead and his immunity had been lost, but his strong desire to live supported his vital signs.
Occasionally, his eyelashes would roll up and down. At this time, his family would say softly, Soon…Soon…
Twenty-seventh day.
Elder Fang's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker.
Twenty-eighth day.
……
Somewhere in the northwest.
In the extremely desolate Gobi Desert, it stretched as far as the eye could see. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the white poplar tree, covering it with a layer of gold.
The white poplar was an extremely common tree in the northwest, but it was truly an extraordinary tree.
14232 Research Base.
Chu Feng had been in the research building for twenty-eight days.
For twenty-eight days, he did not sleep or rest. Other than eating, he did not rest.
A normal person would be extremely exhausted even if they did not sleep for a day. However, Chu Feng had not slept for a whole 28 days, not even for a minute!
Surpassing the limits of the human body?
Was this something that could be explained by the simple words " limit of the human body "? Twenty-eight days, more than 670 hours without sleep or rest. A normal person would have died a long time ago, right? To Chu Feng, the words " human limits " were like a joke. They had lost their original definition.
At the entrance of the research building.
More than 300 people were waiting for Chu Feng to appear.
Three days ago, he chased everyone out of the research building and locked the door. Seventy-two hours had passed, and there was no movement. They had no way of knowing whether it was life or death, success or failure. They could only pray silently in their hearts. They had endured too many surprises and shocks in the past twenty days. They admired the twenty-two-year-old youth from the bottom of their hearts!
The sun had set.
"Let's go. He probably won't come out today.”
"Do you think he will succeed?"
"I can only say that I hope he can succeed.”
"How can it be so easy to study something that the entire world has studied for decades or thousands of years…"
"If it succeeds, 14232 will be recorded in human history!”
"What does it have to do with us? He's just an assistant. From the beginning to the end, he was alone…"
"Yeah, there are so many people, but no one can keep up with his pace.”
"Let's go, let's go. We'll come back tomorrow.”
“……”
The crowd turned around and left, lowering their heads and sighing.
Creak ~
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the desolate land.
Everyone turned their heads abruptly, and a shocking figure appeared in their line of sight.
"It's out!"
"It's out!"
"I'm finally out!"
The crowd gathered around Chu Feng, surrounding him in the middle. They exclaimed in surprise. After living together for more than 20 days, they had developed a strong relationship with each other. They were worried for Chu Feng.
"Success…"
Chu Feng's dry lips curled into an ugly smile. His voice was hoarse, like an old man in his twilight years. Compared to 28 days ago, Chu Feng had lost at least 30 pounds. He looked more like a hungry and cold refugee.
His hair was as messy as a chicken nest, and his beard had grown out unevenly. The clothes on his body had not been changed for a long time, and they emitted an unpleasant stench. There was the smell of sweat and biological reagents.
He was holding a password-protected box tightly in his hands. Inside the box was something that could change the world.
"I succeeded."
Everyone present couldn't help but be moved. Only they themselves knew how much weight these three simple words contained!
Twenty-eight days and nights without rest.
Countless failures.
Countless attempts.
Countless blows.
It was all because of the three words,"Success"!
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