A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 671 Drug Shield? Please show us your skills...

Let's ignore the Navy's incompetent rage for now.

Jiang Xia, who has been absent from the scene for a long time, is now in the conference room of the "Spark Base" having completed the supporting materials for his project "A Conception Based on the Construction of a Digital Regional Joint Defense System".

Secretary Liu helped him organize the manuscript, while Teacher Xiaopeng sat stiffly in front of the "Big Yellow Doppelganger," carefully identifying the Chinese characters on the screen. Yes, he was proofreading for Little Dumb Hair.

You need to understand that the supporting materials submitted to higher authorities must be absolutely accurate, down to the last single data point. If there's any word like "estimate" or "possibly," that clueless guy will get a severe dressing-down. Just to be on the safe side, we have to rely on Professor Xiaopeng, who has extensive experience in the field of fighter jets. Luckily, Jiang Xia used data from the "Air Force" as an example; if it were the Navy, he'd be completely stumped.

But Professor Xiaopeng is really panicked. Is the real data provided by those research institutes and factories even available to me? I just want to find a way out for the "Dongfeng 106"...

To put Teacher Xiaopeng at ease, Xiao Daimao used the carrot tactic again: "When I'm done with my work, I'd like to discuss the modification of the attack aircraft with you?"

At the same time, I casually added Teacher Xiaopeng's name to the list of participants in that defense system.

Meanwhile, he himself was engaged in a lively discussion with Professor Fangzhou, who was carrying a large suitcase.

What are we discussing?

Of course, it was the Prussian blue that Jiangxia wanted that arrived! Along with the pigment, two large wooden crates also arrived.

The box, literally speaking, wasn't very big, only about 5 meters long and 2 meters high. It was completely filled with blueprints.

After the delivery soldier handed the paint to Xiao Daimao, he sealed the huge pile of blueprints in boxes. A dozen or so young men carried the two large boxes and disappeared on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Huh? What are those blueprints? Jiang Xia glanced at them and noticed from the top few blueprints that they looked a bit like sleeve rotors.

Before he could savor the moment, Teacher Fangzhou, carrying a large suitcase, walked over.

"Teacher Fangzhou! Are you done with your work? How is Teacher Zhongyi doing?"

The cool Professor Fang frowned: "Do you think those drugs are magic pills? Effective in a day? Besides, I'm a virologist in the medical field, and you're suddenly asking me to do clinical work..."

"Fortunately, that comrade's symptoms were almost identical to those described in the clinical textbook, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to proceed! You should know that I strongly agree with the traditional Chinese medicine theory of treating different patients with different medicines."

"Hehehe," Jiang Xia chuckled awkwardly, not quite understanding the difference between clinical practice and medicine, and proudly held up the paint in his hand: "I invited you here mainly to have you help me figure out how to turn this stuff into medicine..."

"Besides, when there was a large-scale outbreak of diarrhea in our factory before, didn't you go and treat the patients?"

Teacher Fangzhou shook his head: "I went there to check what was causing the diarrhea. You know, our medical staff's knowledge is still quite limited. I was worried they might confuse the symptoms of viruses and bacteria, because the treatments for the two are completely different..."

"Looking at the homework those students did, I just wanted to hang them up..."

"Oops, we've gone off on a tangent!"

Dr. Fangzhou seemed to recall something frustrating, and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. Only then did he begin to examine the object in Jiang Xia's hand.

"What is this...?"

"Prussian blue...is said to be a medicinal antidote that can be used in nuclear contamination emergencies!"

Teacher Fangzhou raised an eyebrow and gave Jiang Xia a deep look. He didn't ask the kid how he knew its specific effects.

Why ask so many questions? Seeing this kid move freely in the heavily guarded base, he must be the kind who can access foreign documents. Looking at Secretary Liu and Old Wang following Jiang Xia, Teacher Fangzhou narrowed his eyes.

Yes, I've seen this unique aura myself at the Spring City Research Institute. Do you have someone like that around?

It's not surprising that this kid must have obtained some kind of cutting-edge foreign research that hasn't been made public yet.

Having finished his own mental calculations, Teacher Fangzhou picked up a piece of paint, tossed it in his hand, and held out his hand to Jiang Xia: "Where are the relevant materials?"

"Uh, no..." Jiang Xia covered her face.

Professor Fangzhou's gaze darkened, carrying the oppressive feeling of a research mentor scrutinizing a struggling student's work:

"What is its pharmacological mechanism? What are its targets? What are its metabolic pathways? What about the molecular structure of its active ingredient, purity requirements, and safe dosage range? There's no basic research data on these things either?"

Teacher Fangzhou gave the little guy a subtle hint, but the look in his eyes clearly conveyed the feeling that his student was doing terribly...

"Oral administration...wouldn't that count as a mechanism?" Jiang Xia's voice weakened, and he himself felt that his question was incredibly stupid.

Teacher Fangzhou's fists are itching...

Good lad! Holding a box of industrial pigments, all talk and no action, claiming it can cure nuclear pollution, yet knowing absolutely nothing? Did you learn your 'foreign literature research' skills from the village elder?! A strong urge to pluck this dimwit's head bald surged into Teacher Fangzhou's heart.

……

Jiang Xia felt a little ashamed. Wasn't his behavior just like delivering a pile of iron ore to Teacher Fangzhou and asking him to make a bicycle?

However, there are no relevant papers.

Strictly speaking, the discovery that Prussian blue can specifically bind to metal ions such as thallium (Tl⁻) and radioactive cesium (¹³Cs, ¹³Cs) in the digestive tract through ion exchange mechanisms, forming insoluble complexes that are excreted in feces and prevent intestinal absorption, dates back to the 1970s. Its formal application didn't occur until the 21st century. This technology is incredibly advanced for our time.

Teacher Fangzhou sighed and reached out to take the box from Jiang Xia.

"Never mind, give it to me first, I'll figure out what to do..."

"Alright, have someone take me back. I still have vaccines to research. We can talk about this later, after I've finished making the sugar pills..."

Seeing that Teacher Fangzhou didn't take this seriously, Jiang Xia became a little anxious.

"Oh dear! No way, Professor Fangzhou, didn't you notice the key point I made? Nuclear... nuclear contamination! There are so many people outside clamoring to let us grow mushrooms. If this medicine had been developed sooner, how much damage could have been avoided!"

"Isn't your current research direction to turn it into an oral polio vaccine? With the cold chain trains from the railway company, the current live vaccine should be able to last for a while, so why don't you focus your main research here for a while?"

Teacher Fangzhou paused, glanced at Jiang Xia whose eyes were brimming with tears, and lowered his head slightly. It seemed that was indeed the case…

The original live vaccine arrived in a train car the very next day after he reported it to his superiors.

That "refrigerated train" that came in so handy seems to have been created by this kid in front of me.

Nuclear contamination... catastrophic disaster... nuclear shield... these words combined carry far more weight than what he was researching.

As Teacher Fangzhou pondered, Jiang Xia's mind also began to consider whether he should use the "carrot" tactic again.

It wasn't that Jiang Xia was just causing trouble for others; it was just that this kid knew someone who was quite capable in modern pharmaceutical science.

Time is of the essence. Jiang Xia doesn't have time to get to know the other expert right now. Besides, that expert is more focused on traditional Chinese medicine. Jiang Xia doesn't want to interrupt someone else's research and cause things to go astray.

At the very least, Dr. Fangzhou in front of us has now fully developed the vaccine and begun distributing the relevant drugs to various regions through the railway company's refrigerated railcars.

Just as Jiang Xia was looking on expectantly, Teacher Fangzhou suddenly put down the box he was holding.

Jiang Xia's heart sank.

"Let's test the chemical composition of this thing first." Professor Fangzhou's voice carried an undeniable decisiveness, as if his earlier hesitation was merely an illusion. "I need some experimental equipment. Prepare it according to the requirements on my paper. I'll give you the list later."

He paused, seemingly assessing the difficulty of the task, then emphasized, "The workload is enormous; I'm afraid I can't handle it alone. My original research team can't be mobilized; they must ensure the vaccine production is flawless. So..."

Teacher Fangzhou began writing a kind of symbol that Jiangxia couldn't understand in his notebook.

"Help me find a few lab assistants! They need to be quick, sharp-witted, and tight-lipped! A chemistry or pharmacy background is preferred, but if not, quick learners will do! Remember, you're 'helping' me find them, not 'making' me find them! The people and equipment must be in place within three days!"

Wow! Is this the attitude of researchers when they get into the zone? They're really efficient and decisive!

"Teacher, you've taken on this job?" Jiang Xia asked excitedly, her hair standing on end.

"Don't interrupt! I think I've seen this before when I was studying at the Alliance... but not in the virology lab!" Teacher Fangzhou resisted the urge to pluck the boy's ahoge off, and followed behind Old Wang, who was gesturing for him to follow, while holding the paint.

"A drug shield, huh?"

"This is really quite challenging!"