"The experimental data will inevitably have a certain margin of error. After all, the concentrated extraction method itself has a high degree of inaccuracy. My method merely ensures, to the greatest extent possible, that this error falls between 0.1 and 0.35 for the medicinal elements. It cannot be called wrong. I remember telling you this long ago. There is no obvious problem with this data. And judging from this data, Nakano's extraction method has clearly improved upon mine. The results are quite good, reducing the compositional error of concentrated medicine by 0.15. It is much better than my extraction method."
After enduring ten minutes of this ear-grinding, utterly meaningless argument—which seemed likely to continue forever—Chiba noticed the papers on the floor, as though someone had flung them down. After picking them up and taking a look, he sighed helplessly and spoke in a raised voice.
The moment he said this, the endless, pointless quarrel came to an abrupt halt. The gazes of the four white-haired old scholars in the office instantly turned toward him.
"Chi... Chiba!"
Then, after their gazes landed on him and the entire office froze for a second, the four old scholars shouted in unison, nearly making the ceiling tremble.
"It's me, it's me..."
At this moment, the corners of Chiba's mouth were practically twitching.
The instant they confirmed his identity, the gazes of the four old scholars began to burn with fervor.
"Wait, one at a time!"
Just as his mouth started twitching, Chiba looked at the four old scholars before him, abruptly raised a hand in a "don't come any closer" gesture, and hurriedly shouted.
At this very moment, these old scholars had actually become so excited that they were about to rush at him. At this rate, he was about to be drowned beneath