Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1387 Lou Xiao'e Makes a Wish (5k)

“Committee Member Gao, we could have guessed that. If we’re afraid of difficulties that are so obvious, we might as well quit this line of work and go home to farm. That way, we can at least contribute to the country’s food production,” the comrade from the Southwest Institute said with a smile.

Gao Zhendong wanted to say that you guys almost ended up selling noodles later, and wake up, you've run out of land. However, whether the former will reappear is uncertain for Gao Zhendong now. Besides, it's true that conditions were difficult for a period later, but according to the parties involved, the claim of selling noodles is just a rumor.

Gao Zhendong nodded: "I will try my best to help you with the calculations. But don't expect to be able to use it on your own. Once that thing comes out, it will be incredibly expensive. You can only apply for it when you need it."

Clustering, to put it simply, is just combining dozens or hundreds of computers together; the price, while not astronomical, isn't cheap either. Fortunately, the C6132N is entirely in-house manufactured, so the price isn't unacceptable to us.

The colleagues at the Southwest Institute laughed: "That level of equipment would be a waste for us to use, since we don't need to do calculations all the time."

Now the comrades are truly certain that Gao Zhendong is developing a new, high-speed computing device.

The comrades are full of confidence in this. If it were someone else, they might not be so optimistic. But who is Gao Zhendong?

Gao Zhendong smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself that once you have a computer that can perform 1 million calculations, you will want to hold it in your hand every day and crave 1 million calculations, because you will find that you can even create something new by simply restoring the parts that were forced to be cut and simplified in the past and recalculating them.

However, there's no need to say such things now; people won't feel it until they reach that level.

"As for the second question you mentioned, it is indeed a troublesome matter, but we are not afraid. Even if this generation cannot use it, we will study it first, and the next generation or other models will be able to use it. Even if we do not have a new model, other sister factories have them." Moreover, this thing is so difficult, this generation probably won't be able to keep up.

The breakthrough that led to widespread success, as mentioned by the comrades at the Southwest Institute, is also a collective advantage. Otherwise, Gao Zhendong would never have seen any aircraft from any factory or institute flying around with those two prominent bumps whenever needed.

A bulge that handles two intakes is different from one that handles a single intake; it is much more complex. The simplest point is that the boundary layer being pushed outwards is pushed to both sides of the bulge. This single point alone makes a big difference between the two situations and introduces many variables.

However, Gao Zhendong did not regret his decision to build an under-engine air intake at the time. Given the current level of engine technology and other conditions, an under-engine air intake was the most suitable option. There are no better engine conditions now than there will be in the future.

Moreover, our primary objective is defense. Under this principle, ensuring high altitude and high speed is more important than ensuring stealth. In defense, sometimes it's even necessary for the enemy to see us, since intimidation is also a form of retreat.

Moreover, his first proposal wasn't necessarily bad; in the current radar environment, it was actually quite effective overall.

"Okay, in that case, I'll summarize some of my experiences and processes in this area and send them to you for reference," Gao Zhendong said. He could actually find relevant papers in the system!

The colleagues at the Southwest Institute were overjoyed; with this, they would save at least several years of effort. Committee Member Gao's research process was absolutely invaluable.

Gao Zhendong spent two days at the Southwest Institute, engaging in in-depth exchanges with his colleagues. He didn't want to develop a fourth-generation fighter jet—that was unrealistic. He simply wanted to develop an aircraft with a certain degree of stealth capabilities, to compete for the standard discourse power in aircraft technology to some extent, otherwise, the technology would be completely controlled by others.

Ideally, it should be like when we traveled through time. What does it mean to be superb? It means being able to match our parameters.

At the very least, when others talk about stealth performance, they have to mention that "in this respect, although the XX fighter jets of the East have not achieved all the standards of fourth-generation fighters, they had already achieved excellent stealth performance in the environment at that time as early as the 60s."

It's something you can't avoid.

As for whether the enemy was inspired to start developing stealth aircraft ahead of schedule, Gao Zhendong didn't care. By the time these things were revealed to the public, the Americans had already been conducting research in this area in the original history.

As for the polar bears, they didn't care about Gao Zhendong in his past life, and they won't care about him in this life either. That problem of theirs is incurable. Moreover, their shortcomings in electronic technology—to put it bluntly, even their 21st-century "Flat-27" missiles are so poorly made, what about the 1960s? Anyway, Gao Zhendong isn't optimistic about them.

On the plane back to Beijing, the chief engineer of the National Defense Industry Commission said thoughtfully, "You said that fighter jets should pay attention to the S, C, and X bands, but what about bombers?"

The comrades from the Air Force Equipment Bureau stood nearby, their eyes gleaming.

Gao Zhendong patted his forehead, and he knew it...

"For bombers, it's mainly the L and S bands. These two bands are generally used for long-range radar, and these are also the main bands that bombers need to deal with, especially long-range bombers." Gao Zhendong said bluntly. He didn't say this answer, but the National Defense Industry Commission could have gotten the same answer from the Radar Institute.

"Hmm...I see..." Gao Zhendong's answer struck a chord with the chief engineer and the comrades from the Air Force Equipment Bureau. Comrade Gao Zhendong really understood what his comrades cared about most.

Gao Zhendong shook his head and said, "The research, development, production and maintenance of that thing are too expensive, and its cost-effectiveness and effectiveness are not as good as missiles. Moreover, the potential combat targets are either too close, so we don't need long-range or strategic bombers, or too far away, so long-range or strategic bombers can't reach them. For us, it's not very meaningful."

Putting aside everything else, even the later project that was supposed to develop from the Sixth Master into the Eighth Master, Gao Zhendong felt that it was just so-so.

Gao Zhendong thought that Sixth Master was good enough, and it would be even better when things progressed to the point of "hanging a coin".

"Yes, that's right, it's too expensive... How about making one that's about the same size as the current Tu-16?" the chief engineer said with some regret.

Gao Zhendong thought for a moment and decided to use delaying tactics: "Chief Engineer, we can't really make decisions about this on this plane." He felt that this matter was really meaningless, but he also knew that he might have more say in "doing" things, but much less say in "not doing" things.

"Haha, you're quite the slippery one." The chief engineer didn't continue.

The Falcon-20 was very fast, and it landed at an airport near Beijing in about two hours.

As soon as Gao Zhendong and the chief engineer got off the plane, several cars sped up and stopped beside them.

Gao Zhendong didn't take it seriously; this was normal procedure, and this wasn't a civilian airport.

However, this time was a bit special. The security comrades who had been with him at the Third Factory did not come this time; instead, several other comrades came in their place.

A soldier walked up to him and saluted: "Sir, we are ordered to take you to XX Hospital for a check-up."

Undergo an examination? These comrades are speaking in a very slow, hesitant manner. If it were decades later, those with guilty consciences would have to go to the hospital even if they didn't need to, upon hearing this.

"What is this?" He turned his gaze to the chief engineer, guessing that this matter was probably related to him.

The chief engineer laughed and said, "Your eyes were a little uncomfortable in Rongcheng. I think it would be better to send you to get them checked out. Health is the foundation of everything."

Gao Zhendong understood. It seemed the chief engineer wasn't completely at ease about the stone incident, but at the time, work was needed and the situation wasn't urgent, so he hadn't pursued it closely. Now that he was back in Beijing, he had already made arrangements.

Just as Gao Zhendong was about to say something, the comrades from the Air Force Equipment Bureau chimed in, "Yes, yes, it's just regular check-ups. We all do them. Just one, one, it's no big deal."

As a comrade in the army, he knew very well that some comrades simply didn't like physical examinations, feeling that it conflicted with being brave and fearless. So he took the initiative to persuade Gao Zhendong, even using himself as an example.

Gao Zhendong didn't stubbornly insist. After all, it was all out of good intentions. Although he knew he was in good health, he couldn't let down the kindness of his superiors and colleagues. Besides, he knew that if he didn't go, who knew what might happen to him later.

He bid farewell to his two colleagues and got into the car, heading towards the hospital.

Watching the car drive away, the chief engineer of the National Defense Industry Committee shook his head and sighed, "At least we managed to get this kid into the hospital for a proper check-up. If it weren't for this excuse, things would have been really difficult."

The comrade from the Air Force Equipment Bureau laughed: "That's right." He had a general idea of ​​how much work Gao Zhendong had and felt the same way.

Gao Zhendong and two soldiers arrived at the hospital, where everything had already been arranged quickly. They didn't know what procedures would take longer, but the fact that results were available immediately amazed the doctors: "Comrade, your health is incredible! You're truly blessed!"

Gao Zhendong smiled without saying a word. How could it not be good? The system has enhanced certification; all that's missing is issuing a qualification certificate.

Finally, the doctor in charge of receiving us said, "Before all the results are out, you should take sick leave and stop working. We'll talk about it after all the results are out."

Gao Zhendong found it strange: "No, comrade, waiting for the results has absolutely nothing to do with me taking sick leave, there's no need for that."

The doctor was taken aback, then his face hardened: "Are you the doctor or am I? I'm the one who calls the shots. Before the results of a physical exam come out, you need to be prepared for the outcome. You might not understand this, but surely we do?"

Seeing his serious expression, Gao Zhendong chuckled. "If I hadn't had a medical check-up in my past life, I would have actually believed you."

I suspect this wasn't her own idea; she probably feels guilty saying it herself. It must have been the idea of ​​the National Defense Committee.

Gao Zhendong originally wanted to say that he understood, but then he thought better of it. It was all well-intentioned. He could listen, but he didn't have to do it. He had his own feet and brain; what right did others have to tell him what to do?

He readily agreed, never expecting that someone would actually take care of it.

"Zhendong, what's wrong? The hospital leaders called and told me to come over to you right away!" Lou Xiao'e's anxious voice rang out from the office door, sounding slightly out of breath, indicating that she had run very fast.

Gao Zhendong slapped his forehead. Ah, his wife also worked at this hospital, and she was even employed there. In this day and age, medical graduate students were an important and highly skilled medical force; they couldn't be wasted. Residency training? Forget about it.

As soon as Gao Zhendong opened his mouth, the doctor in charge of receiving him asked with some surprise, "Dr. Lou, what brings you here? Is this your doctor?" As a March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter in the medical system, Lou Xiao'e knew quite a few people in the hospital, or rather, quite a few people knew Lou Xiao'e.

Lou Xiao'e did not answer, her eyes fixed anxiously on Gao Zhendong.

She knew perfectly well how healthy her husband was, and the more she knew that, the more worried she became about Gao Zhendong going to the hospital on his own initiative.

"It's nothing, just a routine physical exam arranged by my work unit. You can ask this doctor if you don't believe me, I'm perfectly healthy!" There wasn't much to explain here, so Gao Zhendong just went along with the arrangements made by the National Defense Committee.

"This is my husband. How is he?" Lou Xiao'e finally felt a little relieved and turned to the doctor.

The doctor understood her reaction; this woman clearly wasn't one to go to the hospital often, so it was normal for Dr. Lou to react strongly.

"Ah, so he's a family member of someone working at the hospital, hahaha. Don't worry, it's just a routine check-up. I've checked, and he's in excellent health; all the tests are fine." As she spoke, as if to make her words more convincing, she pointed to the sign on the door of her office, which was the office responsible for medical check-ups.

"Oh, I see. Haha, thank you so much." Lou Xiao'e immediately regained her optimistic and charming demeanor, laughing heartily.

"However, there's a task, and I guess the hospital leaders called you here to assign it to you," the examining doctor said with a smile. No wonder they called Dr. Lou over; they probably know this guy will agree verbally but then do whatever he wants. Seeing that the unit arranging the physical exam was the National Defense Commission, everything made sense. People from this unit probably don't put too much pressure on you when it comes to work.

You think you can do whatever you want? Well then, let your spouse keep an eye on you. Luckily, your spouse works at our company.

Ministry of Machinery Industry, No. 17: Actually, he works for our unit.

"What mission?"

“His company requires him to take a few days of sick leave, so you keep an eye on him,” the doctor said with a smile.

Taking sick leave? Making her keep an eye on him? Lou Xiao'e chuckled. She was familiar with this kind of thing; it had happened once before. That time, he was just too tired, but he was basically fine.

"Alright! I'll be your health care doctor for a couple of days, hahaha. You hear me? You'd better listen to me these next few days." Lou Xiao'e, who was acting like she had a mandate, became smug, said goodbye to the doctor who was examining her, and took Gao Zhendong's hand as they walked out.

"Come on, I'll go ask the teacher for leave, and then we'll go home together!"

Gao Zhendong nodded. At that moment, I didn't actually love my job that much.

Lou Xiao'e was called away by phone while discussing a case with her teacher. As one of the best hospitals, this hospital also has its own program-controlled telephone exchange, making it very convenient to find people internally.

Dr. Fan seemed to have been notified beforehand and happily granted the leave. She had seen this young couple for quite some time and always found them so special; they were both good-looking, had great personalities, and were highly accomplished—a match made in heaven.

As the two walked down the hospital corridor, many people cast curious glances their way. Lou Xiao'e was still wearing her white coat and walking in her own department.

As the two were walking, a person rushed out of a ward next to them, but before he could even bend his knees or make any move, he was stopped by the two comrades next to him.

Fortunately, this was a hospital, and the comrades simply stopped them.

"Dr. Lou, thank you so much! Thank you so much for saving my husband!" Seeing someone blocking her way, the man couldn't kneel any longer and could only thank her profusely.

Gao Zhendong was startled and turned to look at Lou Xiao'e. Lou Xiao'e recognized the man, and gently comforted him, giving him many instructions; he was probably a patient's family member.

The family members returned to the ward to continue caring for the patient after expressing their gratitude. Lou Xiao'e explained, "This is one of our patients. The surgery was successful, but the medications used were contaminated, and the infection was quite severe. It was a hospital-acquired infection, and we almost didn't survive."

Hospital-acquired infections, simply put, are infections caused by medical activities within a hospital. In this day and age, due to limited resources, most infusion equipment and injection devices are not disposable but are repeatedly disinfected and used. There is also the possibility of contamination during the drug production process, so hospital-acquired infections occur from time to time.

Let alone now, this thing will never disappear; it would be unscientific for it to disappear.

The pathogens that can cause hospital-acquired infections are no pushovers. You could tell that, despite Lou Xiao'e's simple explanation, they were just as nervous as if they had fought a battle with Gao Zhendong and his team to save this patient.

"It must have been tough, right?" Gao Zhendong patted Lou Xiao'e's hair.

Lou Xiao'e wrinkled her nose, a little smug: "Yes, we've started using the bar-63 combination therapy, the inhibitor you reminded us about, and it's working very well."

She certainly has every right to be proud, as she saved patients in her major field by developing drugs in her secondary specialty. Anyone would be proud in that situation.

Hearing Lou Xiao'e's words, Gao Zhendong was relatively calm; he knew how hard his wife had worked in this area. However, the comrades who had accompanied him were filled with awe for Lou Xiao'e—a living bodhisattva who had snatched people from the jaws of death! Their thoughts were simple: medicine was meant to save lives, and yet even something as contaminated as medicine hadn't managed to take a life.

"Hmm, impressive! I don't have that skill," Gao Zhendong laughed. He knew a lot about killing, but most of the things he copied down about saving lives were things he himself didn't know.

"Oh dear, excessive modesty is the same as arrogance." Lou Xiao'e didn't believe it at all.

The two chatted happily as they walked out. Lou Xiao'e seemed to be thinking of the family member from earlier again: "If only there were something that could easily and quickly detect if medicines or equipment were contaminated with germs."

After she finished speaking, she laughed at herself, realizing she was making a wish.

(End of this chapter)