"Both of us were wrong." Song He smiled awkwardly as he changed his answer to the correct one.
Ao Xiaoguang was almost just as fast and changed his answer as well.
Xiang Xiaotong checked her phone. This time, their answers matched. She smiled and teased them, "What does this count as? A draw? The total time was the same."
"It was just a slipup. Give me another chance, and I'll definitely be both faster and more accurate!" Ao Xiaoguang argued.
"No more chances. That's all the experimental data that needs processing." Song He typed, "We're about evenly matched. I'm half a jin, and you're eight liang. This job can be left to you."
"We have plenty of experimental data coming up, and it'll require a lot of mathematical work. Help out with it, and I'll pay you one whale a month. The whale will be at least fifteen meters long. How about it?"
"Too little. Make it two whales a month. I can work twenty-four hours a day."
"Deal!" Song He agreed readily.
Human hearts were difficult to work with, so the experimental team started with the hearts of three animals: zebrafish, rats, and monkeys. Every day, they slaughtered and dissected them in large numbers, administered drugs, ran scans, and constantly collected data using dozens of methods.
All that work was handed over to his subordinates, so Song He did not need to do it himself.
If the entire Artificial Heart Project was like preparing a banquet at a high-end restaurant, Song He was the head chef overseeing everything. Collecting heart data was equivalent to slaughtering pigs and cutting up the meat. The head chef did not need to personally grab a butcher's knife and stab a pig in the belly; he only needed to consider how the meat