Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

The door to the intensive care unit slid open silently.

Jiang Nian had changed into a clean dark gray tracksuit, her right hand was wrapped in a white medical bandage, and her complexion was much better than last night, but there was still a trace of fatigue in her eyes that was hard to completely hide.

"Old Qin said he can be discharged from the hospital."

He nodded to Su Qing and Chen Meng, who were standing outside the door.

"The car is downstairs."

Chen Meng stepped aside to make way, his gaze quickly sweeping over Jiang Nian's entire body to confirm that he could move freely.

"The base has arranged direct access routes, avoiding all monitored areas."

Su Qing followed beside her, carrying a small medical kit.

"Qin Lao's team has prepared seven days' worth of oral medication and topical ointment. Detailed instructions have been sent to your encrypted terminal. Also, here is a new monitoring wristband."

She handed over a device that looked like an ordinary fitness tracker, with a matte silver finish and an appearance no different from other common products on the market when the screen was off.

Jiang Nian took it and put it on her left wrist. There were tiny sensor contacts on the inside of the bracelet.

The moment it touches the skin, the screen lights up with a faint blue light, displaying a series of fluctuating physiological data, before returning to the normal watch face interface.

"What's the situation on the film set?"

As Jiang Nian walked towards the end of the corridor, he asked.

"everything is normal."

Su Qing followed half a step to his side. "Director Zhang called again this morning to express his concern. I replied according to the plan that you need to rest for 24 hours and can resume filming tomorrow."

"Lin Wan and Chen Xiao both sent their greetings, and I have already replied politely on your behalf."

"Regarding the media," Chen Meng pressed the elevator button ahead, "Wu Ming handled it very well. The trailer received an excellent response, and there was a lot of online discussion about your acting skills, without any negative or probing reports."

The elevator doors opened, and the elevator was empty.

The three entered, and the elevator descended directly to the third underground parking garage.

An inconspicuous black SUV was parked in a designated parking space, its license plate already changed.

"The route has been planned, and we will arrive at the hotel in forty minutes."

Chen Meng got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "We will make brief stops at two pre-arranged points along the way to conduct counter-surveillance scans."

The car smoothly drove out of the garage and merged into the afternoon city traffic.

"Professor Jiang," Su Qing turned around from the front row and lowered her voice, "Old Qin's team at the base has new analysis results."

Jiang Nian opened her eyes: "Speak."

"Regarding your final attack last night."

Su Qing handed over the tablet, which displayed encrypted charts and analysis reports. "Old Qin's team compared your physiological data at the time with the detection frequency of the spacecraft and discovered a key point."

Jiang Nian took the tablet and quickly browsed through it.

“It’s not a coincidence.” Jiang Nian looked at the two curves on the chart that almost overlapped.

"Professor Qin believes this proves that the two are based on the same technology." Jiang Nian handed the tablet back: "What about the training plan?"

"Still under design."

Su Qing put away the tablet. "Old Qin said it will take at least a week, and it must get your full consent and go through multiple rounds of security assessments."

"Tell Elder Qin."

As the green light turned on and the car started moving again, Jiang Nian slowly spoke, "I agree to participate in the design and discussion of the training program. But whether it will be implemented in the end depends on the results of the safety assessment."

"clear."

Su Qing quickly took notes, "I will pass it on."

……

Old Qin stood in front of the main control console, with eight screens side by side in front of him.

The four panels on the left display Jiang Nian's physiological data from last night's operation, while the four panels on the right show the analysis results of the aircraft's detection frequency.

Dr. Fang pointed to the waveform comparison chart and said, "This has gone beyond the realm of chance. Professor Qin, I think we can draw a conclusion now."

"What is the progress of the training program design?"

"The initial framework is complete." The assistant brought up a document.

Old Qin was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the dedicated phone line: "Connect Chief Bai."

A few seconds later, Bai Yongxu's voice came through: "Old Qin, what's up?"

"The initial framework of the training plan is complete," Qin Lao said directly. "I would like to request access to some of the monitoring data from Zero as a control group for reference."

“…Okay.” Bai Yongxu finally agreed, “but data access must be strictly limited to the minimum required by the solution design and must not be disclosed to irrelevant personnel.”

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lao immediately ordered: "Retrieve all physiological monitoring data of Zero over the past 72 hours, focusing on key areas such as activity levels, fluctuations in neural electrical signals, and basal metabolic rate."

"Yes!"

Hotel suite.

When Jiang Nian pushed open the door, the room had already been cleaned, the curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon sunlight cast warm spots of light on the floor.

"Teacher Jiang, please take a rest."

Su Qing placed the medical kit on the coffee table. "Dinner will be delivered at six o'clock. It's a special diet plan prepared by the base's nutritionist to aid recovery."

"At 8 p.m., Mr. Qin's team will conduct a remote consultation to find out how you feel today."

"Okay." Jiang Nian sat down on the sofa. "You guys go and rest too."

Su Qing and Chen Meng exchanged a glance, nodded, left the room, and gently closed the door behind them.

The suite fell silent.

Jiang Nian unwrapped the bandage on her right hand. The wound had already formed a thin scab, but the surrounding skin was still somewhat red and swollen.

He picked up the ointment Su Qing had left behind, applied a layer according to the instructions, and the cooling sensation temporarily relieved the burning pain.

He sat down at his desk and opened his personal laptop.

There are several unread emails in my inbox.

One of the letters was from director Zhang Yi, his tone concerned, inquiring about her health recovery.

The revised shooting schedule for the following week was also included, with Jiang Nian's scenes arranged to be relatively more relaxed.

Jiang Nian replied to the email quickly, her tone polite but maintaining a distance.

After finishing these tasks, he opened the encrypted terminal.

Bai Yongxu sent a brief summary report of the operation, as well as the latest monitoring updates in the South China Sea.

The report indicates that no unidentified underwater signals were detected in the target area after last night.

The spacecraft appeared to have vanished completely.

The South China Sea Fleet has expanded its patrol range, but has so far found nothing.

“They will lie dormant, but they will not give up,” Bai Yongxu wrote at the end of the report. “Although your marker activity has declined, it has been confirmed and recorded by them. The next contact may be more direct.”

He got up and slowly paced around the room, moving his somewhat stiff limbs.

The right hand is still somewhat inconvenient, but its basic functions are unaffected.

The lingering feeling of fatigue is still there, like muscle soreness after strenuous exercise, but deeper and harder to eliminate.

At 5 p.m. sharp, Su Qing delivered dinner.

The elegant lunchbox contains a balanced mix of protein, vegetables, and whole grains, along with a small bowl of specially made medicinal soup.

"Old Qin instructed that the medicinal herbs in this soup help stabilize nerves and promote tissue repair," Su Qing said while setting the table.

"Drink it once every night before bed for seven consecutive days."

Jiang Nian sat down and ate slowly. The taste was light, but one could taste the slight bitterness unique to the herbs. "The film crew will start work at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Su Qing reported on tomorrow's arrangements: "Director Zhang has arranged two relatively light scenes, both indoor dialogue scenes. We have already communicated with you, and you can pause at any time if you feel uncomfortable."

"In addition," she lowered her voice, "the base just notified us that the comparative data for Zero has arrived. Qin's team is analyzing it overnight, and we expect to have more accurate training parameters by tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

After dinner, Jiang Nian read the script for a while, and then did some light stretching for half an hour.

At 8:00 PM sharp, the encrypted communication was connected on time.

Qin Lao's image appeared on the tablet screen, with the laboratory as the background.

The old man looked to be in good spirits, but the dark circles under his eyes were still quite noticeable.

"Advisor Jiang, how are you feeling?" Old Qin asked directly.

"My right hand is recovering from the burns and it doesn't affect my mobility," Jiang Nian reported truthfully.

"Good, the recovery is faster than expected." Old Qin nodded. "Now I'll ask a few specific questions, and you can answer them after you've carefully felt the effects."

For the next twenty minutes, Old Qin inquired in detail about the subtle sensations in various parts of Jiang Nian's body.

Jiang Nian answered each question precisely.

"Very good." Old Qin recorded the data. "Your perception is more acute than we expected, which will be an advantage for subsequent training."

He asked a few more questions before getting to the point.

Have you reviewed the training protocol framework?

Mr. Qin pulled up the document, "The core of the first stage is to establish neural pathways for perception and guidance, not to pursue intensity, but only precision."

"We designed several sets of audio at specific frequencies and gentle electrical pulse stimulation, combined with breathing guidance, with each training session lasting no more than forty minutes and divided into two sessions."

"The most likely reaction is a mild headache or fatigue after training, similar to mild motion sickness. We have set strict monitoring thresholds, and training will automatically stop once your physiological data approaches the critical value."

Jiang Nian thought for a few seconds: "When do we start?"

"If you agree, we can have the first acclimatization training tomorrow night," said Old Qin. "It will be in your room. Su Qing will operate the equipment, and we will monitor it remotely."

"The whole process is completely voluntary, and you can stop it at any time."

“Okay,” Jiang Nian nodded, “but I have a shoot tomorrow.”

"The training will be scheduled after work in the evening, with at least two hours of rest beforehand," Old Qin had anticipated. "It won't affect our normal work."

"it is good."

……

The next day, Nian woke up on time.

I slept soundly without any dreams, and the quality of my sleep was better than I expected.

The pain in my right hand has lessened considerably, and the fatigue in my body has also dissipated significantly.

"Teacher Jiang!"

As soon as I got out of the car, the assistant director jogged up to me with a concerned smile on his face. "Are you feeling better? Director Zhang specifically told us not to rush today, to take it slow."

"Much better, thank you," Jiang Nian replied with a smile.

In the dressing room, the makeup artist saw him and breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher Jiang, you're finally back. The set felt empty yesterday without you here."

"That's an exaggeration." Jiang Nian sat down in front of the makeup mirror.

"It's no exaggeration at all." The makeup artist began applying makeup. "You don't know, yesterday's scene between Teacher Lin Wan and Chen Xiao took seven or eight takes to get right. Director Zhang kept saying that if you were here, it would have been done in one take."

Jiang Nian smiled but didn't reply.

Halfway through her makeup, Lin Wan knocked on the door and came in, carrying two cups of hot drinks.

"Good morning, Teacher Jiang." She handed over a cup of tea. "Red date and goji berry tea, my assistant just brewed it. It's good for warming the stomach."

"Thank you." Jiang Nian accepted it.

"How is your hand?" Lin Wan noticed the bandage on his right hand.

"It's just a minor injury, it'll heal soon." Jiang Nian flexed her fingers.

Lin Wan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions. She simply said, "Then please take a good rest. Today's scenes aren't too demanding, let's take it slow."

The subsequent filming went smoothly.

Jiang Nian's performance was as precise and steady as ever, showing no signs of having just experienced a life-or-death crisis the night before.

Lin Wan was also in a good mood, and the professional yet subtly tacit interaction between the two made Zhang Yi nod frequently.

During the lunch break, Jiang Nian ate a simple nutritious meal prepared by the base in the rest room.

I had just put down my chopsticks when a new message came through the encrypted terminal.

It was sent by Old Qin, detailing the procedures and precautions for tonight's adaptive training, along with a three-minute introductory audio clip to help him familiarize himself with the rhythm.

Jiang Nian put on her headphones and turned on the audio.

The audio ended three minutes later.

As Jiang Nian took off her headphones, the sense of resonance disappeared.

Filming continued in the afternoon.

It's an ensemble scene where a large number of injured people suddenly flood into the emergency room, and Lu Chenxi directs the rescue efforts.

The scene was complex, with a large cast and various medical equipment and props appearing in turn.

Jiang Nian stood in the center of the emergency room, issuing instructions quickly and clearly, her movements clean and efficient, perfectly demonstrating Lu Chenxi's calmness and efficiency under pressure.

"Stop! The rescue team is too slow! Start over!"

"Stretcher! The stretcher is not in the right position!"

"Plasma bags! The plasma bag transfer must be secure!"

Zhang Yi kept adjusting the loudspeaker, and the scene was busy but orderly.

Jiang Nian navigates the chaos, constantly interacting with different characters: calming panicked nurses, briefly explaining the situation to family members, quickly communicating with anesthesiologists, and checking the vital signs of the injured...

Every detail is precise and accurate.

After four takes, Zhang Yi's requirements were finally met.

"Okay! That's a good take! Twenty-minute break!"

As Jiang Nian walked to the rest area, Su Qing immediately handed him warm water and a towel.

“Teacher Jiang, your hand…” Su Qing noticed that there was a slight blood seeping out from the edge of the bandage on his right hand.

Jiang Nian looked down and saw that he had accidentally brushed against it while moving the simulated wounded soldier.

"It's nothing, just a superficial wound." He took the towel and wiped his sweat. "Just need to change the bandage."

Su Qing took out new bandages and disinfectant from the medical kit and carefully changed them for him.

The wound is healing well, but the skin is still a bit fragile.

"I'll change your dressing again before tonight's training," Su Qing said softly. "Old Qin instructed me to ensure I'm in peak physical condition during training."

"Ah."

By 4 p.m., all the filming schedule for the day was completed.

When they finished work, Zhang Yi specifically called Jiang Nian aside: "There's a major scene tomorrow. Lu Chenxi and Chen Yang have an emotional outburst in the operating room because of a conflict over treatment plans. Get a good rest tonight and make sure you're well-rested."

"Okay." Jiang Nian nodded.

On the way back to the hotel, Jiang Nian closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Meng drove the car smoothly, while Su Qing handled work emails in the front seat.

"There's new information from the base." (End of Chapter)