Dean's Step Count Statistics

For two whole months, Song He did not take a single step outside his office.

Yet every day, his step count exceeded twenty thousand.

Experimental data poured in day and night from all over the country. He patiently read from morning until night, and after reviewing several batches of data, he would stand up and pace back and forth in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, deep in thought.

Xiang Xiaotong could even judge whether the experimental data her husband had received that day was good based on the way he walked around. If the data was as promising as expected, her husband would stroll leisurely. But if it was utterly absurd, his steps would reveal a hint of agitation.

At first, Xiang Xiaotong had planned for the couple to work together on the new-generation Rejuvenation Drug, but she soon discovered that she could not understand it at all.

For one thing, she could not understand the experimental data that was updated every day. In her eyes, all the data seemed to come from completely unrelated experiments, with one thing here and another there. It was as scattered as the thesis topics chosen by graduating students each year, and no matter how she looked at it, she could not see where the main thread lay.

For another, she could not understand her husband's explanations either. Every day, Song He would organize some of the progress and try to explain why it was related to the new-generation Rejuvenation Drug. But no matter how he explained it, Xiang Xiaotong found it difficult to comprehend her husband's grand and leaping train of thought.

Five years ago, Song He's research ideas had been fast, but solid and clear. He had been like a spaceship flying in a straight line through space, completely obeying Newton's