Chapter 1435: 1390 Utterly Awful (Lower) (Alliance Leader Eats, Sleeps, Reads, Listens to Music, Extra Chapter 3)

Zheng Ren's finger twitched slightly, but the strong will to survive still stopped the impulse to test the Optical Tweezers at the dinner table.

Opening it now is useless; it needs a Microscope installed on it, then controlling the laser to take cells.

Even if there is a Microscope, it still won't work.

At the dinner table, take what?

Bacteria in the iron-capped Moutai? Or bacteria in the braised mandarin fish?

"Using a robotic arm, Da Vinci, can it be operated?" Xie Ning suddenly asked.

"I'll go back and study it; I estimate it can be operated. The current precision may not reach the gene level, but the cell level is sufficient." Zheng Ren forgot his formidable father-in-law identity and answered calmly.

Xie Ning was stern.

Optical Tweezers, said to be controllable, can also be repeatedly tested.

However, the problem with repeatable operation lies in the fact that large laboratories in the United States consume countless resources, and even now they are only in the exploration stage.

Occasionally there is success, and the whole laboratory is like celebrating New Year.

Gripping objects is easy, but gripping steadily, accurately, and without damaging surrounding tissue is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Although he only has first-generation technology at hand, seeing Zheng Ren full of confidence, Xie Ning had no doubt that with the latest fourth-generation product, after his research he could achieve gene modification.

Achieving this with manpower is undoubtedly comparable to a miracle.

"Can the operation be embedded into a computer program?" Xie Ning asked.

"This is rather difficult." Zheng Ren said: "The project that Doctor Mei Ha'er and Doctor Olsson are researching is to find the relationship between operation and turbulence, to achieve automation. I have a guess, the person sent by the superior department..."

Saying this, Zheng Ren lifted his head.

"Shi Huairu?" Su Yun asked.

"Um, he might have made a breakthrough earlier than the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences. Although the basic physics formulas won't be contested, the practical application would be at least twenty years ahead. Um, this is my feeling." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun frowned.

He fully understood what Zheng Ren meant.

The practical application of the turbulence formula means the endurance of submarines, the endurance of spacecraft, and the precision of machine tools, etc.

This is top-tier technology.

It is a key-level technology for advancing toward the stars and the sea.

Shi Huairu, that lazy top-notch guy, does he have this ability?

"Just a guess." Zheng Ren chuckled, "Uncle Ning, don't rush, let's proceed step by step. Shi Huairu's side probably can't be contacted lately; wait and see, let's first do 5G, robotic arms, remote surgery."

"The automation of Optical Tweezers is too complex and has nothing to do with company operations."

Xie Ning understood.

Speaking broadly, this is a national-level matter.

Looking at this cheap son-in-law, he seems very clear in his mind that not everything can be touched.

After chatting for a while about Optical Tweezers, the atmosphere at the table returned to normal.

Zheng Ren also seemed to realize the consequences of his own tension and anxiety, and began to slowly return to normal.

But his normal state seems not so good either, speaking in neither awkward nor smooth words, far from the logical clarity when talking about Optical Tweezers.

After another hour, having drunk only one bottle of iron-capped Moutai, Xie Ning laughed and asked Xie Yiren to pay the bill.

Is the assessment over?

Zheng Ren was a bit nervous.

But Xie Ning did not announce the exam results, only saying he himself felt a bit tired and wanted to rest.

Xie Yiren and Xie Ning left, leaving only Zheng Ren and Su Yun standing in the April breeze.

At this moment, Zheng Ren fully sobered up, he held the Optical Tweezers box, anxiously asking: "Su Yun, do you think my performance today can pass?"

"Pass?" Su Yun widened her eyes looking at Zheng Ren.

The breeze blew, the black hair in front of his forehead fluttered.

His own boss usually has a bit of skill, how could he be completely clueless this time? His own performance was so awful, doesn't he know it himself? How could he still ask if he could get a passing grade?

"I know I messed up today." Zheng Ren said with his head down, discouraged.

"You still know? I thought you thought your performance today was perfect." Su Yun began to respond to Zheng Ren's words at the dinner table.

"Ah." Zheng Ren let out a long sigh.

"Let me find Song Ying, go out for skewers and drinks tonight?" Su Yun said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's fine. Nowadays it's all free love; Xiao Yi Ren looks at you with such eyes, they're almost about to pop out; even if Uncle Ning disagrees, what can he do?"

Zheng Ren's heart felt a little more at ease.

"Moreover, boss, haven't you noticed your mother-in-law's gaze at you is off?" Su Yun asked.

"Uh... I said the wrong thing as soon as I entered." Zheng Ren said anxiously.

"What did you say?"

"I asked Yiren, how come you still have a sister." Zheng Ren covered his face with his hand, utterly unable to face that foolishness.

"I'm going!" Su Yun spread her arms and exclaimed, "Boss, awesome! You're still worrying about trivial matters; this is settled!"

"Going or not, give a definite answer." Su Yun asked.

"Let's walk a bit first, my mind is in turmoil." Zheng Ren said: "What do you think Uncle Ning and Yiren will say?"

"What can they say? They'll talk about you, say your performance is utterly terrible." Su Yun continued to rub salt into Zheng Ren's wound.

Zheng Ren's mind was in a tangled mess.

He hadn't slept well the previous night, having imagined countless times the process of meeting his father-in-law.

Unfortunately, none became reality, and even the distance from reality is at least eighty thousand miles.

It's truly terrible; Zheng Ren felt regret in his heart.

Holding the Optical Tweezers in his hand, Zheng Ren and Su Yun strolled leisurely through the night of Di Du.

"Boss, you want to go to pathology tomorrow and try the optical tweezers?" Su Yun asked.

"Okay, let's try. If it works, I'll report to Vice President Yuan and then pinpoint what's wrong with Li Lao."

"What if it's in the thoracic vertebra?"

"Bone cement." Zheng Ren said: "Originally, tumor tissue has an erosive effect on the vertebral body, which worsens osteoporosis. It's possible that before the tumor spreads extensively, Li Lao will suffer a compressive fracture of the thoracic vertebra."

Su Yun knew that bone cement was also an option. The cement injected in is hot enough to kill tumor cells, and incidentally correct osteoporosis.

The treatment is fairly routine; the difficulty lies in diagnosis.

Could the latent metastasis of liver cancer that troubles clinicians really have been solved just like that? Su Yun recalled the whole process—such a serious matter actually got mixed up in a parents' meeting that was both laughable and exasperating.

Hopefully that's the case, though I don't know how skilled the boss is with the optical tweezers. I can't do it myself; I'd have to watch a tutorial first before trying.

"Let's go, head home. I'm not in the mood, I'm exhausted." Thinking about tonight's disastrous meeting, Zheng Renyi felt an attack of embarrassment.

The long-known Uncle Ning turned out to be the father-in-law I've been missing—life is so bizarre that skewering meat and such seems dull, and I have no interest at all.

"All right." Su Yun hailed a car, and the two returned together to Golden Palm.

On the way, Zheng Ren sent a WeChat message to Xie Yiren, but Xiao Yi Ren didn't reply.

Zheng Ren felt even more uneasy, wondering if father and daughter had had a falling out.

After returning home, washed up, turned off the lights, and lay down.