#963 - Chapter 963 17 months, too late? Xiang Yan's call, very high fever!
"Could there be some mistake?"
General Wang's face was ashen as he stared blankly at Chen Hao: "Commander, there must be a mistake, right? It has to be a mistake!"
His understanding of scientific knowledge was limited.
But he had absolute trust in the Commander.
He hoped to hear the words 'there's a mistake' from Chen Hao.
Because…
Given the construction speed of the Dyson Ring, and the timeline being moved forward by more than half a year, it was theoretically impossible to complete!
At least 1/20th of it needed to be completed to provide enough energy to activate the wormhole.
Otherwise, the artificial wormhole research would be useless.
Insufficient power!
Unable to activate!
"Perhaps… it's not even 17 months," Chen Hao murmured.
Did the Hunters set off immediately upon receiving the signal feedback?
What if they had set off a few months later?
That would mean crossing a distance of over 10 light-years in even less time than calculated.
Similarly.
The remaining 5.8 light-years would also take less time!
Hearing this, General Wang's face turned even more unsightly, almost collapsing to the ground.
Having the technology without the energy was just empty talk.
In the end, whether it was his research, the Earth's construction of spacecraft and equipment, or even the construction of the Dyson Ring at the Mercury mine… it would all be a meaningless, dying struggle!
Could it be…
That humanity was truly doomed?
"It's not over until the very last moment!"
Chen Hao took a deep breath, his gaze stern as he swept over the crowd: "Continue observing! Remember, everything that just happened is classified as top state secret. Anyone who dares to leak it will be charged with treason!"
"Commander…" Seeing Chen Hao turn to leave, General Wang seemed to want to say something.
"We spent millions of years evolving to the top of the food chain."
Chen Hao didn't turn around, nor did he stop.
He said as he walked out: "Over the past five thousand years, China has gone through countless dynasties to create a brilliant civilization."
"China cannot, and should not, perish!"
"As long as we haven't reached the final step, no one is allowed to give up!"
"Do your job, and the rest… I'll find a way to solve it!"
Everyone present heard these words.
General Wang's expression froze.
In the past few years, China had faced crisis after crisis, and each time the Commander had resolved them.
There were still 17 months!
There was still a chance!
Never give up until the very last moment!
…
Chen Hao came out of the control center.
"Director Chen," Xiang Yan immediately greeted him.
"Drive."
The car started.
Chen Hao sat in the back, lost in thought.
At most, there were only 17 months left.
Firstly, the artificial wormhole technology should be completed.
Secondly.
Completing 1/20th of the Dyson Ring was an impossible task.
Therefore, even if the artificial wormhole technology was completed, the previous plan could not be implemented.
It seemed that everything was already destined, and humanity's demise had become a foregone conclusion.
Give up?
Lie down and accept it?
Absolutely not!
Chen Hao was already thinking of solutions.
Two directions.
Either delay the Hunters' arrival time.
Or, obtain energy from other sources to supplement the energy provided by the Dyson Ring, which might be enough to activate the wormhole.
But…
How to achieve it?
Delay the Hunters' arrival in the solar system?
Without that technology, this route was immediately rejected, leaving only one direction—obtain energy from other sources!
Did Earth have electrical energy?
It was a solution, but not enough.
Build more power plants?
Also not enough.
Just as he was racking his brains, Xiang Yan, who was driving, took out his phone, and was about to hang up after looking at the number.
"Answer it," Chen Hao said.
"Oh…"
Xiang Yan slowed down and answered with his earpiece: "Fever? Well… I…"
A few months ago, his and Song Ying's child was born.
The worst thing for parents was their child getting sick.
But…
How could he leave when he was on duty?
Chen Hao heard it and immediately said, "Go to the hospital."
"Director Chen, there's no need, I…"
"That's an order."
"Yes!"
Xiang Yan quickly accelerated.
Chen Hao wasn't in a hurry to return to the research institute, but was thinking about a big problem.
Artificial wormhole research?
Strong field weapon research?
Let's put it this way.
If the current problem wasn't solved, other research was meaningless!
…
The car arrived at Ruijin Hospital.
Here, Song Ying had already taken the child to the emergency room, one step ahead of Chen Hao and Xiang Yan.
"Yingying, how is it?!" Xiang Yan ran over.
"I gave him antipyretic medicine, but… the high fever won't break!"
Song Ying was almost crying.
The child was only three months old, and as a new mother, she was really scared when she saw the child's temperature exceeding 41 degrees and even showing signs of convulsions.
Seeing Chen Hao, her eyes were red: "I'm sorry, I… I'm really scared…"
She knew her husband's job, and only called out of desperation.
"The child is important!"
Chen Hao suddenly reached out: "Let me see."
Huh?
Song Ying was stunned.
"Listen to Director Chen!" Xiang Yan said without hesitation.
Chen Hao immediately took the child.
Indeed!
The body temperature was very high, already in the ultra-high heat range, but Song Ying had just arrived at the emergency room, and the nurse station had given him antipyretic medicine.
As for further treatment…
You have to wait in line at the emergency room.
Chen Hao held the child in one hand and placed the other on his wrist.
"Xiang Yan, hold the child."
Chen Hao handed the child to Xiang Yan, then unbuttoned the child's clothes.
Then…
Massage?
The couple looked confused.
Can massage reduce fever?
"Director Chen, how is the child's… condition?" Xiang Yan asked quickly.
"Acute pneumonia."
Chen Hao's hands didn't stop for a moment: "Don't worry, it looks scary, but there won't be any danger."
Integrating alien civilization medicine, China's current medical level has reached an astonishing level.
The symptoms were scary.
In fact, the level of danger was not too high, especially with him, the miracle doctor, present?
Five minutes…
Ten minutes…
Xiang Yan held the child and didn't dare to move, Song Ying touched the child's forehead from time to time.
"It's down…"
Suddenly!
She was extremely excited: "It's not so hot anymore!"
"Dire…"
Just then, Li Hongwei, who had learned that Chen Hao was here, rushed to the pediatric emergency room: "Mr. Chen…"
"The child has acute pneumonia," Chen Hao said.
"I'll arrange treatment right away!" Li Hongwei quickly instructed his assistant.
Song Ying came with the child alone, and was treated like an ordinary patient, having to take a number, wait in line, and wait for the doctor. After all, this was the pediatric emergency room—which child who came here wasn't in a hurry?
But once Hao came, he naturally had special privileges.
Li Hongwei went to arrange it, and Chen Hao reached out and touched the child's forehead.
It was still a little hot, but it was much better.
"Hot…"
He suddenly froze.
At this moment, a familiar voice came, sounding very anxious: "Sister! How is Xiaolin… Brother-in-law? Chen… Chen…"
"Long time no see."
Chen Hao was in a great mood at this moment.
The child's temperature had dropped.
The key!
He had an idea!
Coincidentally, his good friend from the previous life had also arrived.
