The tray was filled with large and small paper packages, and the name of the medicinal materials was written on each paper package with a calligraphy pen.
"Dean, the medicinal materials you want."
Chrysanthemum Douluo put the tray on the coffee table, with a bit of pride on his face, "Dysosma, Lobelia, Paris Polyphylla, Hedyotis Diffusa... Twenty three kinds, all completed."
Qian Xunji glanced at it and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
He picked up the book <Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record> and handed it to Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned, "This... is this?"
"Follow this and send the medicine to Dugu Bo in three days."
Chrysanthemum Douluo took the book with both hands, his eyes lit up.
"Dean, you want me... to read this book?"
Qian Xunji stood up and straightened his clothes.
"Well, I have something to take care of tonight, just follow the instructions."
He walked to the door and looked back at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Look good, don't break it." After saying that, he opened the door and left.
Chrysanthemum Douluo is the only one left in Dean's Office.
He was holding the book <Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record>, and his hands were shaking slightly.
This is a poison sutra!
He couldn't wait to open the first page, leaned into the light, and his eyes widened.
"Well... this... this..."
He was fascinated, and the expression on his face changed from excitement to concentration, and then from concentration to thoughtfulness.
The moonlight from the window came in and shone on him.
He just stood like that, holding the book and looking at it for more than an hour.
It was not until late at night that he reluctantly closed the book and carefully put it in his arms.
Then start dispensing the medicines one by one according to the prescription.
While preparing the meal, he was still mumbling.
"Dean really trusts me... He even let me read this book..."
"But having said that, the recipe above is really exquisite..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Poison, you are blessed..."
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
In these three days, Qian Xunji basically lived in Research Institute.
During the day, I was very busy. In the morning, I had to check the qualifications of a new batch of researchers. At noon, I had to accept the newly arrived rare ores from the West Building warehouse. In the afternoon, I had to process more than a dozen research applications submitted by the North Building laboratory. In the evening, I had to find time to go to the teaching area of South Building to inspect the progress of lectures.
I had no time to spare at night, as representatives from various major forces came to visit in turn, all wanting to get a piece of the new cake Soul Guidance Research Institute.
Qian Xunji felt like a top, being whipped around and around. The only time he could take a breath was when it was late at night, and Bibi Dong would come to him with Qian Renxue in his arms.
A family of three nestled in the small rest room behind Dean's Office, chatting, teasing the children, and occasionally eating supper together.
Although the time is not long, it is enough for Qian Xunji to recover from the fatigue of the day.
Qian Renxue is also accustomed to this pace of life. He reads memorials in his mother's arms during the day and sleeps in his father's office at night.
Anyway, she is just a pendant, the same everywhere.
This afternoon, Qian Xunji finally completed the thing that he had been thinking about for a long time.
In the underground laboratory, he stood in front of the workbench, holding the arm-sized Soul Tool in his hand.
Three days ago, it was just a half-carved, semi-finished product.
Now, every soul guidance core above has been carved, and every node has been tested repeatedly.
Level-Two Soul Guidance Converter--finished product.
Qian Xunji took a deep breath, pressed his palm on the converter, and Soul Power slowly injected it.
The red light on the surface of the converter lights up...
"Zila--"
A light blue electric light jumped out from the interface at the other end of the converter.
Qian Xunji's eyes lit up.
Done!
He returned to Dean's Office, then took out DVD Player from Angel Ring, and pulled out a roll of wire.
One end of the wire is connected to the converter, and the other end - finally found the power interface behind the DVD.
Plug it in.
Then he rummaged through the box of CDs and finally picked out one.
<Transformers>.
On the cover, there is a big red truck Optimus Prime, and next to it is a cool-looking Autobots Bumblebee.
Qian Xunji Put the disc into the DVD and press the play button.
The screen flickered, and then--
"Boom!"
The screen lights up and the familiar opening music plays.
Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction, leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and prepared to enjoy it.
At this moment, Dean's Office's door was pushed open.
"Dean..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan strode in, holding several bottles and cans in his hands, with an expression asking for credit on his face.
"You asked me to prepare the antidote for inhibiting Jade Phosphor Snake Poison. I prepared it according to the prescription in the book. It's exactly the same. Take a look..."
His words stopped abruptly because he saw the screen.
That glowing, moving screen with people fighting on it.
"Who!"
He suddenly released Martial Soul and entered a fighting state.
"Dean Be careful, there is an ambush!"
Qian Xunji was startled by his voice and stood up quickly.
"Don't, don't, don't... put it down, put it down!"
He rushed over and held Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand.
"This is not a human, this is Soul Tool!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned, "Soul...Soul Tool?"
He pointed at the screen. "But Dean, there are people inside. They are fighting and talking?"
Qian Xunji couldn't laugh or cry, "Look clearly, is this a real person?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo came closer and squinted to take a closer look.
On the screen, Optimus Prime is talking to Bumblebee. The picture is high-quality, the movements are smooth, and the expressions are vivid.
But it's true... it's not a real person, it's like a shadow locked in a box.
"This... what is this Soul Tool?"
"Why are there people who can move and talk inside? The shadow puppet show isn't that amazing, right?"
Qian Xunji thought for a while and explained it in a way he could understand.
"This is called...Image Recorder. You can record what happened and then play it out like this."
"These people inside are not real, they are just shadows that were recorded."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded in understanding, "So... they won't hurt us?"
"No."
"You can't crawl out of the box either?"
Qian Xunji's mouth twitched. "No."
Chrysanthemum Douluo breathed a sigh of relief, put away Martial Soul, and stared at the screen.
Optimus Prime is fighting with Megatron, laser cannons are blasting back and forth, the scene is heated.
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked straight at it, "This... what kind of fight is this? Why is it so powerful?"
Qian Xunji looked at his appearance and invited, "Want to watch? Sit down and watch."
Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the chair next to him, his eyes never leaving the screen again.
Not long after, the laboratory door was pushed open again.
Ghost Douluo walked in.
"Dean, what you want..."
He was also stunned.
Because he saw Chrysanthemum Douluo sitting on a chair, staring at a glowing box, fascinated.
"Yue Guan, what are you looking at?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo said without looking back, "Old Ghost, come and see, someone is moving here."
Ghost Douluo walked over and took a look at the screen.
Then he couldn't walk anymore.