Overpowered Resident Doctor

Chapter 640: Chapter 639: Fantasy World

To complete the remote operation and repair of the space satellite, Yan Feifan had many preparations to make, which were divided into three main parts.

The first was to create a precise, three-dimensional model of the damaged area.

To achieve this, Mr. Wei provided Yan Feifan with a vast amount of detailed information, including high-definition photos of the damage taken from various angles, 3D transparent computer simulations, the design blueprints for the damaged section, a full-scale physical model of the damaged area, and a proportionally scaled model of the satellite, among other things.

The second was to establish a precise operational model for the repair robot.

This was the most difficult part.

The repair robot had sustained some damage when it landed on the satellite, causing some deformation in the movement of its two mechanical arms.

The primary data for building this model came from a fifty-one-second diagnostic video of the repair robot, filmed by the repair spacecraft.

In addition, Mr. Wei provided the robot’s design specifications, pre-launch test data, and videos for reference.

The third part was to familiarize himself with the repair robot’s controls.

Mr. Wei provided Yan Feifan with a repair robot of the same model and size, along with a controller and instruction manual, for him to practice and get accustomed to.

Time was short, and the stakes were high.

Yan Feifan was set up in a quiet office well over a thousand square feet in size. Faced with a mountain of data and preparatory work, he stuffed a large piece of dark chocolate into his mouth, put on an oxygen mask, and entered a state of cerebral overclock...

Just as Yan Feifan was immersed in his intense preparations, a bald, middle-aged man in a white lab coat arrived at the General’s office.

"You’ve decided to make one last-ditch effort?"

The General studied the haggard man before him, his eyes bloodshot, and frowned slightly. "Mr. Zheng," he cautioned, "you must understand that compared to yesterday, we no longer have the visual support from the repair spacecraft."

The man called Mr. Zheng replied with some shame, "General, I know my indecisiveness caused us to miss the best opportunity."

"But the satellite will cross the critical point in another five hours. We have to at least try to fix it."

"What if... what if it works!"

Hearing this, the small flicker of hope that had risen in the General’s heart was instantly extinguished. ’I was overthinking it,’ he realized. ’This guy volunteered purely on a gamble. He still has no real confidence at all.’

The General said flatly, "Mr. Zheng, we’ve brought in an expert to handle the repair. He is currently preparing, so there’s no need for you to take such a risk."

After a pause, he added persuasively, "You’ve been agonizing over this for the past few days. You must be exhausted."

"Go home, take a hot shower, and get a good night’s sleep."

Mr. Zheng was slightly taken aback. "General, is he better than me?" he asked.

The General answered vaguely, "He has a photographic memory, and his manual operations are renowned for their fineness and precision."

"Furthermore, based on what we know, his thought process is far faster than an ordinary person’s, and he’s exceptionally skilled at spatial simulation and analysis."

"Overall, his abilities are quite suited for completing this mission..."

Hearing this, Mr. Zheng’s face filled with even more self-reproach. "General, it’s all my fault."

"If I’d had the courage to admit my own inadequacy sooner and decided to give up, this expert could have worked with the assistance of the spacecraft’s camera, and his chances of success would have been much greater."

The General sighed softly and consoled him, "Mr. Zheng, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault."

"You did your best."

"Mr. Zheng, go get some rest."

Mr. Zheng straightened his posture and said, "I can hold on for five more hours."

"I won’t be able to sleep until I see the final result anyway..."

A short while after the dejected Mr. Zheng left, Mr. Wei came to the General’s office to report.

"General, Mr. Yan only glanced at all that data before tossing it aside. As for the hands-on operation, he only practiced two or three times."

"Now, he has entered what he calls a ’contemplation’ phase."

Mr. Wei hesitated for a moment before speaking bluntly, "General, I can’t help but feel that Mr. Yan’s preparations are a bit... perfunctory and careless."

The General waved his hand. "Don’t use someone you doubt, and don’t doubt someone you use."

"Mr. Yan is known as a medical genius. Of all the patients he has treated, not a single surgery has failed."

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Yan is the real deal."

Mr. Wei hummed in agreement. "Putting everything else aside, I have to admire his courage."

"For a repair mission this difficult and arduous, I haven’t seen a hint of worry or tension from him. To put it in his words, he’s just going to get it done."

The General gave a slight smile. "They say surgeons have nerves of steel that ordinary people lack. As a top surgeon, Mr. Yan naturally possesses an even stronger set."

He then sighed with regret. "If only Mr. Zheng could be as fearless as Mr. Yan."

Mr. Wei defended his colleague. "That’s because Mr. Zheng is keenly aware of the satellite’s immense value. The psychological pressure is just too great."

The General sighed once more. "Let’s hope that this time, Mr. Yan can bring us a miracle and a surprise..."

This time, the General and Mr. Wei did not have to wait anxiously for long.

Nearly forty minutes later, Yan Feifan walked out of the office and announced that he was ready.

The General had intended to say that there was still plenty of time and he could prepare slowly, but when he saw that Yan Feifan’s face was as white as a sheet and he was still sucking hard on his oxygen supply, he immediately gave the order to begin the repair.

Yan Feifan was led to the satellite control center, which was filled with all kinds of instruments and equipment, to begin the repair work.

To avoid disturbing Yan Feifan, everyone, including the General, retreated to the backup satellite control center.

From here, they could watch Yan Feifan’s remote repair operation from multiple angles and closely monitor the satellite’s status.

If Yan Feifan succeeded, they could also issue commands to the satellite from this control room at a moment’s notice...

The General noticed that on the screen, Yan Feifan spent nearly a minute just repeatedly sliding the control sticks for the repair robot’s four mechanical arms in straight lines.

Puzzled, he couldn’t help but ask, "What is he doing?"

"Has he already started the repair? Is it that simple?"

Mr. Wei explained in a low voice, "General, Mr. Yan is verifying and calibrating the repair robot’s operational model."

As he spoke, Mr. Wei pointed to a split-screen window on the main display.

This view had many fractured lines; it was the live feed being transmitted from the repair robot’s damaged camera.

Only then did the General notice that with every slide of the control stick by Yan Feifan, the slender tip of one of the mechanical legs would slowly trace a line across the broken image.

After two or three minutes of this, the General noticed something else...

Yan Feifan’s hands left the robot’s control sticks. He then adjusted his posture and slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, Yan Feifan’s left and right hands once again gripped the repair robot’s controls.

The General knew the real repair work was about to begin.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but hold his breath, afraid that the sound of his own breathing might disturb Yan Feifan, who was dozens of meters away, separated by several blast-proof walls...

At this moment, Yan Feifan was in a strange state.

His entire being was now in outer space.

Before him was the satellite’s massive, gaping puncture hole. The damaged circuits within were displayed in crystal-clear detail right in front of him.

As for himself, he was sitting in the transparent cockpit of the repair robot, with four mechanical arms equipped with repair and thermal welding tools positioned on either side of him.

Yan Feifan knew this was his own imaginary world.

He took a deep breath of oxygen, once again feeling the solid touch of the controls in his hands, and began to slowly move them...