"Mr. Stark, it's a pleasure to have you here."
Dr. Connors, introduced by Qingshui, excitedly shook Tony Stark's hand.
Tony nodded to Dr. Connors, scanned the surroundings, and then asked Qingshui, "Are you sure you want to use that favor so soon? Just so you know, biotechnology isn't my strong suit. It's not that I can't solve it, but I might need to go back and spend some time researching it. I won't be able to give you an immediate answer."
Stark's tone exuded strong confidence, as if implying that as long as it was within his area of expertise and the current scope of human technology, there was no problem he couldn't solve.
"It should be within your area of expertise. This is an experimental project to help disabled people regenerate limbs. It got stuck at the final step by a Decay Algorithm. This is a mathematical calculation problem, and perhaps you have the ability to solve it."
Qingshui pulled over a blackboard, turned around, wrote the Decay Equation on it, and began explaining it to Stark.
Tony understood, propped his head with one hand, and pondered for a moment.
"A Navier-Stokes-like Equation problem with a solution under specific conditions. It's neither too difficult nor too easy. Give me a computer with mathematical modeling software."
A subtle, boastful tone came from Tony's mouth.
Dr. Connors quickly brought over his laptop.
"There were only three generations of Jericho missiles. The first generation was developed by my father in '90. The second and third generations were invented by me. The third generation was invented in 2007, and production stopped after Stark closed the weapons division in '08.
As for the second generation, it's an eleven-year-old product. Back then, to balance the energy loss in the missile due to turbulence in airflow, I solved an equation my father left behind. It's similar to this one; both are Navier-Stokes-like Equation problems, and the method is universal.
By the way, can anyone tell me the Wi-Fi password here? Otherwise, I'll just hack into your network, which might seem ill-intentioned, though you wouldn't even notice."
Stark opened the computer and asked.
"The password is Norman's full name, Norman Osborn." Qingshui replied.
So Stark pulled out a pair of wireless earbuds, put them on, and snapped his fingers.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., take over this computer in front of me. Use half of your remaining processing power and display the calculation results in real-time through signal transmission in the mathematical modeling software."
Next, it was Stark's time to shine.
"Why haven't I seen this theorem before?" Qingshui frowned.
It seemed there were some things he didn't understand.
"It's a bit obscure. You can look through the 1994 Mathematical Annals; there's an issue with an introduction to it. The author is Hank Pym."
J.A.R.V.I.S. thoughtfully displayed the relevant paper on a split screen on the computer.
No wonder.
The course of scientific development here was different from other worlds; Tony Stark wasn't the only genius. Although the technology tree was largely similar, there were still some deviations in certain areas.
"So its purpose here is..."
"It's very simple, Dr. Connors, look..."
With J.A.R.V.I.S.'s processing power assistance, Tony Stark took fifteen minutes to calculate the result, and nearly half an hour to explain it to the two of them.
This was certainly because he had solved similar problems before, but the ability to calculate the result was enough to demonstrate how extraordinary his skill truly was.
This was a genius scientist, like Newton, far ahead of his time, possessing the uncanny ability to single-handedly drive the technological advancement of all human civilization.
"What a beautiful formula!"
Dr. Connors propped himself on the table with his single arm, looking at the calculation results displayed on the computer. He couldn't help but tremble all over, tears streaming down his face.
It was the excitement of a disabled person seeing the hope of regenerating lost limbs.
"Mr. Stark, I must thank you, and I must thank you on behalf of all disabled people worldwide. You've given us hope of returning to normal. And of course, Mr. Watt, I must also thank you for your support."
Dr. Connors wiped away his tears and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Stark, not forgetting his boss at the end of his words.
"Not so fast, Connors." Qingshui calmly held back the excited Dr. Connors.
"The Decay Algorithm is meant to control the balance between mutation rate and cell regeneration rate. However, everyone's genes are different, and this result cannot be used directly. You want to use lizard genes to regenerate your arm, but you cannot allow the lizard genes to be overexpressed, leading to the mutation of your own cells. That wouldn't be saving people; it would be harming them, turning them into more terrifying monsters."
Qingshui looked seriously at Dr. Connors and said, "Every experiment you conduct from now on must be reported to me, and you are absolutely forbidden from conducting human experiments without my permission. This is not only for your own sake but also for everyone's safety."
Stark raised an eyebrow: "I agree, Dr. Connors. The military has certainly created its share of monsters in various experiments."
At this point, Stark subtly glanced at Qingshui.
There was almost no network in this world that could stop J.A.R.V.I.S.; the matters with Hulk, Abomination, and the military couldn't be hidden from him.
Dr. Connors calmed down.
With his knowledge, he naturally knew that what Qingshui said was true.
As a scientist, he naturally knew that science must be approached with absolute rigor.
Unless he was driven to a dead end, he wouldn't immediately begin human trials, let alone experiment on himself.
"I understand, Mr. Watt. I was just a little too excited. At least we've solved the most difficult step. We just need to spend time on the gene compatibility plan and then exclude abnormal genes based on the experimental results."
Dr. Connors responded to Qingshui and Stark with an even more serious demeanor.
He had dedicated over twenty years to developing this serum that could regrow severed limbs, so it was only natural for him to want his creation to be as perfect as possible.
He had already spent such a long time on it; waiting a few more months wouldn't be an issue.
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Demon Slayer World.
The bright moonlight illuminated the Butterfly Mansion, inside and out.
Inside one of the best soundproofed rooms, Qingshui manipulated a grinding machine with his Chakra Threads, crafting the equipment he needed.
As the Decay Algorithm improved, Dr. Connors was working to create the perfect Regeneration Serum based on human and lizard DNA. Likewise, Qingshui in the Demon Slayer World had also begun his own process.
He aimed to make humans like Demons, possessing immortality and powerful regenerative abilities, without the negative mutations, the craving for blood, or the mental effects.
However, the era here was too primitive. Even with the best resources in all of Japan, it wasn't enough for Qingshui. Many things he simply had to build himself.
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