The wooden door was very light. Lin Xian simply knocked twice with his knuckles, and the wooden door slid open inward, accompanied by a creaking sound.
Professor Xu Yun, who was engrossed in his research, was startled by the sound. He raised his head, frowned, and looked at Lin Xian.
Lin Xian awkwardly smiled and bowed.
Professor Xu Yun's gaze was unfriendly as he spoke, "Young man, I think I made myself clear when we met at the hospital. Why don't you understand?"
Shaking his head, Lin Xian walked in. "Professor Xu, you've misunderstood. I didn't come here for that chemical substance, nor am I representing MX Corporation."
"We've discussed it at the meeting. Our new product launch will consider other options, and we won't bother you with this matter anymore."
...
After listening to Lin Xian, Professor Xu Yun's expression softened a bit. He lowered his head, his glasses close to the microscope eyepiece, and carefully adjusted the fine focus screw with his left hand.
"Well, I appreciate your kindness," he said. "If every cosmetics company had someone as understanding as Miss Zhao, it would be great."
Approaching, Lin Xian placed the neatly stapled documents on the lab bench and looked at Professor Xu Yun. "Professor, I came to give you these materials about the cryogenic chamber filling liquid. When you have time, you might want to take a look. The information recorded here might give you some inspiration and help with your research."
Professor Xu Yun was taken aback. He raised his head, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Lin Xian with disbelief. "You..."
After a moment of silence, Lin Xian slowly replied, "I'm afraid I can't say where these materials came from."
With a sigh, Professor Xu Yun chuckled, "Young man, I appreciate your intention and kindness. But science is not something that can be easily explained or breakthroughs achieved with just a few words."
"I think these materials you have might have been copied from the internet or from some amateur scientist, right? But these things are not reliable, my boy... You can take these materials back."
Professor Xu Yun waved his hand, indicating that Lin Xian should leave and not disturb him.
Lin Xian didn't say much more. He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
...
Exiting the laboratory building, Lin Xian stretched lazily under the warm sun. He wasn't sure if the stubborn Professor Xu would eventually take a look at the manuscript he had painstakingly copied.
But there was nothing he could do.
"Respect others' destinies."
These past few days of copying manuscripts had given him headaches and sore hands. If Professor Xu ultimately didn't want to take a look, then he had done his best.
Taking a deep breath of the nostalgic fresh air of East Sea University, he headed back to work at the company.
Since Zhao Yingjun had given up on the "Professor Xu Moisturizing Cream Formula," not only did they have to start product development from scratch, but they also had to reconsider the script and copywriting for the Rhein Cat:
"So many troubles..."
"Without the moisturizing cream leading the way, can this new Rhein brand really succeed?"
Lin Xian shrugged.
He wasn't sure.
...
In the following days, Lin Xian worked on adjusting the design for Rhein Cat during the day at MX Corporation and sought inspiration by visiting other bookstores and video shops in his dreams at night, looking for more works related to Rhein Cat.
With the Rhein new brand launch approaching, the tasks for each department were heavy, and Lin Xian was no exception.
...
At night.
East Sea University Laboratory.
Professor Xu Yun, sweating profusely, excitedly stared at the microscope.
This was another brainstorming experiment...
This could be said to be his last resort, the last method he could think of to overcome the "cryogenic problem."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his lab coat, and threw it onto a nearby chair. He stretched his arms a few times, clenched his fists, and carefully pressed his eyes against the microscope eyepiece.
On the computer screen beside him, the temperature continued to decrease...
13 degrees Celsius,
3 degrees Celsius,
0 degrees Celsius,
-1 degrees Celsius,
-3 degrees Celsius...
As the temperature continued to drop, small ice crystals began to form at the edges observed under the microscope, gradually condensing into sharp and beautiful ice crystals with a snowflake-like pattern at their core.
Professor Xu's heart raced.
He grabbed his chest, his gaze fixed on the live cell in the middle of the microscope.
It was still slowly pulsating.
The cell membrane was still intact.
The cytoplasm inside was still slowly moving.
"Don't freeze... Don't freeze..."
Professor Xu muttered softly.
On the monitor beside him, the temperature continued to drop and had already reached -16 degrees Celsius.
However!
An anomaly occurred!
Inside the cell, several extremely tiny ice nuclei suddenly appeared!
Then, with the ice nuclei as cores, six sharp and symmetrical snowflake-like ice crystals quickly spread out!
The speed was so fast that in an instant, countless sharp ice crystals pierced through the fragile cell membrane!
The live cell, which had just been pulsating, instantly became like a deflated balloon... The flowing cytoplasm quickly turned into ice crystals, freezing everything.
Everything was frozen and stagnant.
The live cell, which had just been pulsating, was now completely frozen, sealed within a block of snowflake ice crystals...
With a thud.
Professor Xu himself slumped onto the chair like a deflated balloon.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his voice hoarse, "Failed again..."
He took off his glasses and placed them aside, propping himself up on the table with his hands, rubbing his dry eye sockets.
He reached out to grab something to wipe his eyes.
And then he saw the neatly stapled stack of papers on the table.
There were many messy handwritten words and symbols on them.
Messy, but neatly written.
At the beginning of the first page...
The large words "Ice Crystals" pierced through Professor Xu's soul like a needle.
Professor Xu stared at the two words blankly.
As if compelled by some force, he reached out...
And picked up the manuscript.