NOVEL NEXT Chapter 349: Thinking, No Problem
The staff member responsible for pouring the medication into the illness simulator, at this moment, stuttered due to shock as they turned to Morse and asked, "Morse, could our illness simulator be malfunctioning?"
To everyone present, it seemed there could be only one explanation: the illness simulator must be faulty.
Otherwise, how could the medication Wang Ye had carelessly prepared be effective?
Moreover, under the effect of Wang Ye's medication, the recovery index on the illness simulator had already shot up to seventy percent in such a short period.
"No! Impossible!"
Upon hearing what the staff member had said, Morse shook his head with utter certainty and said, "Our machine can't be wrong. I made sure to calibrate it properly before I came here!"
"Then..."
Upon hearing Morse's words, the expression on the staff member's face twisted with conflict as they looked at Morse with difficulty and said, "But the key issue is that the medication Wang Ye casually concocted is now showing a seventy percent recovery index on the illness simulator."
"Recovery index, seventy percent?"
Morse's face, so assured just a moment before about the reliability of the illness simulator, suddenly changed. He paused his examination of the medication, knowing full well that if the illness simulator wasn't broken, then he wouldn't need to do any more research on the medication.
Because he had already lost.
After all, in his view, even if he had developed the medication himself, the first treatment would only have achieved a recovery index of sixty-five percent.
And in the process that followed, it would be necessary to continuously increase the recovery index with subsequent medicinal treatments.
Morse walked over to the illness simulator to have a look, and as he observed it, the recovery index changed again.
From seventy percent.
It became seventy-five percent.
"Could it really be that the illness simulator is broken?" Morse couldn't believe what he was seeing. To him it seemed impossible for just a single treatment to increase the recovery index to seventy-five percent.
"Heh!"
Zhong Feng, hearing Morse muttering to himself, laughed a few times and tauntingly said, "So it turns out that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is just full of such people; unable to admit defeat, they suspect the illness simulator is at fault instead."
"Yes!"
The person who had been closely monitoring Zhong Feng to ensure his safety, and was now protecting him, also mocked sardonically, "Just now, Morse was so certain that there couldn't be any issue with the illness simulator, but in the blink of an eye, he's already suggesting that it must be malfunctioning."
The words spoken by Zhong Feng and his protectors made Morse and those around him look extremely displeased.
Morse, with a grim look on his face, checked the illness simulator but indeed found no fault with it.
Thereupon, Morse turned his gaze to Wang Ye and asked, "Wang Ye, didn't you just say you could explain the approach you took to formulate this medication?"
"Yes." Wang Ye nodded.
However.
Despite Wang Ye's nod, those standing beside Morse had very ugly expressions on their faces as they said to Morse:
"Morse, even if he explains his thought process to us, we don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine well enough to grasp it."
"That's right, Morse, what if he simply deceives us? We have no way of judging whether he is lying to us."
"No matter."
Hearing the remarks from those beside him, Morse casually waved his hand and said, "I have some understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine knowledge, so as long as Wang Ye is willing to talk, I will be able to tell whether he is deceiving us or not."
With those words from Morse.
His companions held their tongues and said no more.
Zhong Feng smiled and spoke to Wang Ye, obviously in a good mood despite his captivity, "Wang Ye, since they want to listen, you might as well tell them. I'm also curious to know how you did it: how a single dose could bring the condition to a seventy-five percent recovery index. Even I can't achieve that."
"Fine, then I will now share my thought process."
No sooner had Wang Ye finished speaking than Zhong Feng burst into loud laughter, saying to Morse's companions, "You can rest assured. If you're worried Wang Ye might trick you, I can help you listen and determine whether or not he's trying to deceive you."
Zhong Feng's words did nothing to ease the frowns of those around Morse; in fact, their expressions grew even more unpleasant.
They felt that both the words and the laughter from Zhong Feng were mocking them.
They found it quite intolerable.
Following this, Wang Ye began to explain his approach to preparing the medication.
Zhong Feng, captivated by Wang Ye's explanation, looked at him with even greater joy and surprise.
And Morse.
Like Zhong Feng, he found himself entranced.
After Wang Ye finished sharing his thoughts, he turned his cold gaze to Morse and asked, "So, what do you think? Do you see any issues with the approach I've explained?"
"If there are no issues,"
Wang Ye continued, his tone becoming harsh, "then release Elder Zhong right now! Otherwise, we'll have to take action!"
Morse looked deeply at Wang Ye.
The strategy explained by Wang Ye was unquestionably sound.