Lu Chengen: "The frozen-mouse revival experiment has hit a wall at eight minutes. Each mouse can survive for only about eight minutes after revival."
Lu Chengen: "We believe the problem lies with the cryogenic fluid. We need to combine the mice's physical monitoring data with the cryogenic-fluid data, analyze a new formula, and speed up development."
Lu Chengen: "But some of the mathematicians hired by the institute aren't capable of doing it, and the data still hasn't been analyzed. If you have time, could you spare a moment to help analyze it?"
Song He: "Sure. Send me the data."
Lu Chengen began sending data files, one after another. His phone shook nonstop, as if it had suddenly come down with a serious illness.
Song He opened the files and browsed them quietly for two minutes before suddenly saying, "Tool 17, Song He Regression."
Xiang Xiaotong dug Tool 17's sheet out from the piles of papers covering the table and read it with a deeply troubled expression.
"These data files can be processed very quickly with Song He Regression. I'll use one set of data as an example to teach you. Treat the rest as practice exercises." Song He took out his tablet and transferred the phone's display to it.
"Mm!" Xiang Xiaotong nodded.
Song He patiently taught her. Tool 17 itself was a very simple little tool, and after he explained it for a few minutes, she understood it.
Xiang Xiaotong opened a new set of data on the tablet and tried to read and analyze it.
A moment later, she let out a quiet exclamation. "Damn, this tool's got some real stuff! It produced the results just like that?!"
"Very good. Practice a little more and see how quickly you can finish analyzing one." Song He nodded.
"Within two