Li Hanyu noticed the unpredictable expressions on Zuo Bai’s face, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

She said apprehensively:

"Professor Zuo Bai, you can’t... you can’t perform the surgery either, can you?"

Zuo Bai gritted his teeth and said coldly, "I can, of course I can."

At this moment, Li Hanyu had no choice but to believe it; she sensed that there seemed to be some story between Professor Zuo Bai and his female student, but she could only keep it to herself, not daring to ask.

Zuo Bai took a deep breath and looked at Li Hanyu:

"Before the surgery begins, I need to make a call to my student."

Li Hanyu: "Please go ahead."

Zuo Bai looked at Li Hanyu as if she were a fool, and extended his hand: "Give me the phone!"

Li Hanyu was filled with doubts, not understanding why Zuo Bai didn’t even have a phone.

But there was no time to think it over, so she hurriedly handed over her phone.

In reality, as a precaution, Zuo Bai had sensibly handed over his phone the first chance he got.

He had also voluntarily opened up firewall access, allowing the Master of Ceremonies to hack into his intracranial chip, disabling his "network terminal" and uninstalling his "network card".

It wasn’t that Zuo Bai was brainless, but he dared not make any small moves in front of the Master of Ceremonies, as he was extremely wary of those morbidly white eyes.

Zuo Bai took the phone and quickly input Zhao Jingyi’s number.

Ring... Ring...

The call was answered, and hearing the voice on the line, Zhao Jingyi was startled, not expecting this unfamiliar number to be her mentor calling.

The call switched to a video call.

A few seconds later, Zhao Jingyi, wearing a white lab coat, appeared on the screen, her face showing the usual expression of reverence.

The anger in Zuo Bai’s heart subsided a little, and he rationally chose not to pursue Zhao Jingyi’s responsibility.

He straightened his face and asked sternly:

"How is the lab running lately, has the Big Black Core been replenished?"

Zhao Jingyi answered honestly:

"The lab is operating well, I’ve applied for a Black Core supplement with the supervisor as instructed. Additionally, the various parameters of the test subject are stable, and after adjusting the plan, the mutation probability has dropped to 3%..."

After a few simple inquiries about the project progress, Zuo Bai naturally shifted the topic:

"You’ve been doing well lately, I have some urgent matters here that bind me temporarily, so I can’t return to the company for now."

He paused for a moment and instructed:

"So, come to Zone 9 in three days, I’ll send the specific coordinates to your email. There’s a Neural Interface Chip I left there."

On the other end of the video, Zhao Jingyi straightened her back, and heard her mentor’s calm voice add:

"Once you retrieve it, immediately implant it into the ’E-37 Experimental Host’ for the next stage of the ’incubation’ test.

The chip itself is in a dormant state. Implantation should follow the standard operating manual, and remember to carefully observe and record any data changes."

Zuo Bai’s words seemed ordinary, like a typical lab arrangement.

But only he knew the thrilling deeper implications hidden within these seemingly ordinary instructions.

Zuo Bai wasn’t sure if he could escape Destiny’s clutches next, so that so-called "Neural Interface Chip" was his final "resurrection card".

The current instruction was the code to activate this "resurrection card".

Of course, he couldn’t say it outright and could only disguise it as an important yet trivial task, requiring Zhao Jingyi to run the errand personally.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jingyi felt slightly suspicious, but couldn’t pinpoint where exactly the issue lied.

She nodded with immense respect:

"Yes, mentor, I understand. I’ll handle it as soon as I receive the coordinates."

Zuo Bai responded expressionlessly, as if merely instructing on a trivial matter:

"Manage the lab well, don’t let me down."

With that, without waiting for Zhao Jingyi to say anything else, he directly ended the video call.

Zuo Bai casually tossed the phone back to Li Hanyu, whose expression was changing unpredictably and mind filled with doubts.

Li Hanyu wasn’t a fool and naturally heard that this call had nothing to do with the current surgery, but she dared not say more, only keeping her doubts to herself.

Zuo Bai certainly wouldn’t explain and said coldly:

"Let’s go, we’ll implant the chip in your son."

Li Hanyu clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms as great hope and even greater anxiety waged a fierce battle within her heart.

She watched Zuo Bai approach the fish tank and ultimately couldn’t help but ask:

"Professor Zuo Bai, what are the success rates of the surgery?"

Zuo Bai didn’t stop walking or look back.

Only those limited by talent care about success rates. For Zuo Bai, it’s either zero or a hundred percent.

So, is it zero or a hundred percent?

Haha—

He casually pulled a cold metal chair over, stepped onto it, and overlooked Qian Huan in the fish tank, as if looking at a piece of raw material waiting for processing.

"Don’t worry, with me personally handling it, your son will definitely wake up today."

Zuo Bai wasn’t lying to Li Hanyu; he is a scientist, always truthful.

As for how long he can live after waking up, that’s another matter.

It’s Li Hanyu’s fault for not asking the question precisely enough, right?

Li Hanyu’s face immediately showed unrestrained joy, and then she heard Zuo Bai say coldly:

"Hand me drill number 3, nano probe number 7, and type B bio-adhesive."

Li Hanyu immediately rushed to the medical table, frantically searching for the corresponding tools.

Zuo Bai took the drill, holding the back of Qian Huan’s head with one hand, completely disdainful of using any medical robotic arms, microscopes, etc., he started drilling directly.

Li Hanyu was scared out of her wits by Zuo Bai’s actions. She didn’t understand medicine, but she knew how delicate chip implant surgeries were.

Usually, the patient needed to be securely fixed on the operating table, operated with various advanced instruments... how could there be anything like this, standing on a chair, across the glass of a fish tank, operating with one hand?

The person was still soaking in the fish tank, could this be done stably?

One wrong move, and the brain would turn into a soft pudding.

She watched the hand Zuo Bai reached out and the drill flashing with a cold light, her heart nearly stopped.

But with the situation as it was, she had no way out, trembling as she passed the simplest surgical tools one by one according to Zuo Bai’s instructions.

At the moment the tip of the drill touched the skull, it made a teeth-aching friction sound, with tiny bone fragments mixed with liquid flying up by the drill!

Li Hanyu held her mouth tightly, preventing herself from screaming, feeling as though her mind had gone blank.

One hundred percent success rate, handled so brutally?

Zuo Bai, on the other hand, wasn’t nervous at all; he even dared to talk while manipulating the drill, speaking as casually as if he were chatting.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you."

The buzzing of the drill became the background to his words,

"Those few people next door, how did you find them and how did you ’invite’ them to find me?"

Li Hanyu’s entire attention was on the drill, terrified, her mind almost frozen.

Whatever Zuo Bai asked, she answered, not having the mental capacity to think up lies.

She actually had no interest in small talk but dared not ignore Zuo Bai’s questions.

It’s just like after a patient is pushed into the operating room, the doctor makes requests, would the family dare refuse?

Don’t question Zuo Bai’s medical ethics; he isn’t a doctor; he’s just a scientist.

It’s well-known that the more brilliant the scientist, the lower their moral bottom line.

Hmm, Zuo Bai is undoubtedly a top-notch scientist.

Li Hanyu gulped and stammered:

"I... I don’t know... I just asked Lou Duan... Lou Duan told me... he said... he said you’d definitely come to me tonight..."

Good, solved the case~

Another one added to those who caused me trouble!

Zuo Bai’s hand operating the drill did not slow down a bit, precisely cutting a perfect tiny bone window on the skull.

He continued his operation, deftly inserting the nano-probe through the bone window, but his voice turned somber:

"Call him now, ask him how he ’invited’ those people, I really wish to know."