Wu Yusen was somewhat skeptical about the test results.
Just because Lin Fan could hear sounds that he couldn't, his hearing couldn't be normal.
But doubts aside, science relies on data, not just inferences. If John Woo can't produce data, his doubts will remain just that.
Although the tubes for drawing blood were small, there were more than a dozen of them every morning. After a few days, Lin Fan's face became visibly pale, and no amount of blood-enriching food could make it back to normal.
Both John Woo and the medical department found that this was not working, so while reducing the amount of blood drawn, they considered deleting some unnecessary tests.
After all, nearly 80 to 90 milliliters of blood need to be drawn every day, which is equivalent to a period. Even a blood cow cannot withstand such a large amount of blood drawing, not to mention that Lin Fan is a patient with a weak constitution and prone to fatigue.
Lin Fan was truly patient, cooperating with the same daily checkups. Even though everyone else could see she was extremely unwell, she remained silent, saying nothing other than she was tired. Seeing this, Wu Yusen and the others felt a little sorry for her.
But it couldn't resist any effect. Before Lin Fan's mecha had a concrete result, the physical examination was the most common and effective means of data observation, and no one could stop it.
So everyone worked hard to speed up the process, hoping to find useful information as soon as possible so that Lin Fan would not have to undergo a physical examination that would not reveal any problems.
John Woo would spend every afternoon with the portrait artist, trying his best to make him understand what he meant.
As mentioned before, portrait artists only draw portraits and don’t have much idea about mechas, so they were completely confused when they heard John Woo’s description.
But after listening to John Woo's popular science, diligently reading various materials, and comparing them, I can slowly understand what he is saying. This is also good news.
Wu Yusen would eat all three meals with Lin Fan, and take her for a short walk in the evening. Otherwise, Lin Fan would either be doing a physical examination or sleeping in her room every day, which was very depressing.
She must not feel that she is just a research object without dignity. This was Jin Sichen’s special instruction to John Woo.
In order to make a detailed treatment plan, Jin Sichen read Lin Fan's information again in detail.
He found that some of the information described were quite different from his own, but considering Lin Fan's current schedule, if he went for talk therapy in the evening, it would be too urgent and could easily have a counterproductive effect.
Therefore, he specifically instructed Wu Yusen to accompany Lin Fan to relax, and he himself would not be present to put more pressure on him. Therefore, the general outline of the treatment plan was completed, but some details were still missing. Jin Sichen also kept observing.
It was not surprising that Zong Cheng and Xue Ping did not find any useful information.
Wang Fengfeng did find some relevant news, but after screening, he found that it was either fake news or works of science fiction, with no real valuable information at all.
A group of people are in trouble.
Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the portrait artist successfully drew the mecha picture that was in John Woo's impression. Everyone then officially saw the appearance of the mecha, which was completely different from the mecha in previous film and television works.
Wang Fengfeng made computer special effects based on the pictures. The computer pictures with colors and textures have a more three-dimensional feel, and are almost identical to the mecha in John Woo's memory.
Lin Fan also saw the renderings. She didn't feel familiar with them, but she had to say that against the pitch-black background, a beam of white shot through the middle, revealing a bright white outline of a mecha, and there were clear details in several places. It was really shocking.
Everyone's enthusiasm for the new development was dampened by the news that Lin Fan fainted while having his blood drawn the next morning.
The director decided to stop the physical examination and give priority to ensuring Lin Fan's health.
The investigation once again came to a standstill, although it seemed that it had never moved forward - there were no other useful clues except John Woo's memory photos.
This cannot be blamed on the Special Affairs Institute. After all, their research direction has always been human superpowers, and mechas... are really beyond their scope.
Director Zhu Cunjun stayed in the office for an entire afternoon, smoked half a cigarette, and finally decided to seek help from other units.
After so many days, Teshi had done everything he could, but still had no clue. He didn't want to continue delaying progress. Since he wasn't good at it, he might as well hand it over to someone who was.
He wrote an email, briefly explaining what had happened and how someone had transformed into a mecha, and attached a somewhat unclear video, along with clear screenshots and computer simulations.
Finally, it was stated that due to technical mismatch, the special case could not be studied in depth, and the higher authorities were requested to assign relevant technical units to assist in the research.
A long time after the email was sent, Zhu Cunjun silently lit another cigarette.
The fire flickered in the dim office. The smoker, lost in thought, remained motionless for a long time. The cigarette burned out long before it was shoved hard into the ashtray.
Footsteps were heard, followed by the sound of the ventilator starting to work, the door opened and closed, and the office returned to silence.
Lin Fan had spent the past few days doing nothing because of her fainting spell. Wu Yusen wouldn't even take her for a walk at night anymore. All three meals were delivered to her beachfront cottage, almost like they were being fed to her.
Lin Fan was indeed feeling a little weak. He had been lying in bed for several days and had no idea how many nightmares he had. His complexion was getting worse and worse.
On the morning of the fourth day, Lin Fan finally didn't want to stay in bed anymore. Lying in bed made her overthink things, which was a burden. Since she was feeling better now, she decided to go outside and watch the tides rise and fall on the artificial coastline.
On the morning of the fourth day, Zhu Cunjun received an email reply from his superior.
It stated that, based on his description, the information would be sent to the 800 Aerospace Technology Research Institute, which was researching related technologies. They confirmed that it fell within their scope of research, expressed interest, and agreed to take over the research. Someone from the 800 Institute would contact Zhu Cunjun later, asking him to keep an eye on it.
Below is the relevant introduction of the 800 Institute. Director Zhu had just finished reading it when his landline rang.
"Hello, is this the office of the director of the Special Affairs Office?" A clear male voice came from the phone, sounding a bit old.
"Yes, I'm Zhu Cunjun, director of the Special Affairs Office. May I ask who you are?"
External communications of confidential units like the Special Affairs Office are all specially encrypted, and anyone who can call is not an ordinary person. Considering the content of the email just now, Director Zhu judged that it must be an 800 call.
"Xiao Zhu, do you still remember me? I am Xie Bisheng." The old man opposite asked happily.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie?" The image of a middle-aged man instantly appeared in Zhu Cunjun's mind.
Xie Bisheng, a former member of the 888 Research Institute, was a chief engineer specializing in aerospace technology. Despite his small stature, he possessed a serious demeanor, often forgetting food and sleep when engaged in research. The two had become quite familiar with each other during their time at 888, and were familiar with each other's personalities.
After 888 was reorganized into the Special Affairs Institute, its research focus shifted to human supernatural abilities. The original aerospace research capabilities were split up among other units. Due to confidentiality agreements and other factors, colleagues who were not in the same unit lost contact.
Decades later, Xie Bisheng was overjoyed to hear news of his former colleague. He had remembered Zhu Cunjun as a reckless young man, but now, in the blink of an eye, he had become a leader in his unit.
"It's me, Xiao Zhu. You are the director now, congratulations." Xie Bisheng was really happy for Zhu Cunjun.
"It's all thanks to everyone. My ability is far from enough." The director said politely, then asked, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, it's been so long since we last met. How are you?"
"Good, I'm fine." Xie Bisheng is a serious person, but when he met a colleague he hadn't seen in years, he couldn't help but feel happy. "How about you? Are you feeling well?"
"I'm fine." Xie Bisheng should be over 70 years old this year, and he sounds quite healthy. The director couldn't help but feel happy.
"Xiao Zhu, I have something to talk to you about today. I saw the email you sent. It said there was a girl who could transform into a mecha." After the greetings, Xie Bisheng started to talk about business.
"This is what happened. One of my agents saw her transformation up close, confirmed it through hypnosis, and even drew a picture of the scene. But after further research, we're truly helpless. As you know, my research has nothing to do with technology. After a week, we've got nothing left except what we've sent out. I had no choice but to ask my superiors for help, and I didn't expect you to take over."
"Hahaha, it's fate. You know I used to study aerospace technology." Xie Bisheng smiled happily. "I'm now the deputy director of the 800 Institute, responsible for coordinating research projects and progress. The director forwarded the email to me, and I was immediately amused. Mecha, isn't this what we're researching recently?"
"Our unit has been researching this project for some time, but there has been no significant progress. This girl's mecha transformation may provide us with a new idea and direction. Just leave it to me and rest assured."
"Of course I feel at ease leaving it to you." Zhu Cunjun said with a smile.
Xie Bisheng's scientific research attitude is very serious and he is also a very upright person. Unlike some scientific lunatics, who are desperate for results and even morally corrupt, it is best that Lin Fan can be handed over to him.
But he had to make it clear in advance. Zhu Cunjun said worriedly, "This girl has depression, and it's quite severe. Her condition is different from that of ordinary people, so I might need you to pay a little attention to her."
"Oh, there's this?" Xie Bisheng pondered. "How about this? Send me the girl's information and some things to pay attention to. We'll study it first so we don't get caught off guard later."
"Okay, I'll prepare a copy and send it to you later. Where should I send it to?" Zhu Cunjun picked up a pen and prepared to write down the contact information.
"Where should I send it to? You can ask our director. I have to go and get busy too. Xiao Zhu, I won't talk to you for now. Director, here you go!" Xie Bisheng suddenly handed the phone to the person next to him.
Zhu Cunjun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there was someone beside Xie Bisheng. He thought that Xie Bisheng was responsible for this matter. His heart, which had been put at ease, was lifted up again.
The director has much more say than the deputy director. But think about it, as the director, it's normal for him to know about this. I just hope this director isn't too difficult to deal with.
"Hello." A cold male voice came from the other side.
"Hello, Director. I am Zhu Cunjun, Director of the Special Affairs Institute." The director greeted politely first.
"Hello." The male voice on the other side seemed to be emotionless. "I am Cui Yan, director of the 800 Aerospace Research Institute."