Mecha Star Wars.

As for Zhang Zhaojie's design ability, it is really good.

After Lin Fan looked at the picture, he completely forgot about his previous abnormality.

Design is a big industry with many branches.

In addition to the common advertising design, clothing design, and architectural design, there are many unknown ones, such as industrial design and so on.

Zhang Zhaojie's love for mechas is completely reflected in his design drawings.

Lin Fan could imagine that if all these mechas could be produced on the ground, not to mention other things, at least they would look really good.

Thinking that he was only in his twenties, Lin Fan suddenly felt that all the years of design experience he was proud of before were useless.

What is talent? Now she finally had a personal experience.

"How's it going?" Zhang Zhaojie had already sat on the chair next to her, but his enthusiasm remained undiminished.

"Let Lin Fan drink some water before we talk." Ke Wenbin handed the cup to her hand.

"Thank you." Lin Fan looked up and realized that Xie Bisheng and Yu Guangli had left at some point.

There were only three of them left in the conference room.

"Aren't you going to go back and rest?" Lin Fan looked at the time on the tablet and asked Ke Wenbin.

"I won't go." Ke Wenbin shook his head, "The design shape is closely related to the material, and I want to be there to listen."

Okay, Lin Fan nodded. They are all young people in their twenties, so going to bed late is not a problem.

It’s just that so much time has passed, has the living water arrived?

She was thinking about Song Ren, said sorry, and took out her phone to call John Woo.

"It's not there yet, but it's coming soon." John Woo reassured her after knowing that she had something on her hands. "When we arrive, we have to transport him, install the equipment, and Song Ren has to undergo surgery. It won't be that fast. Don't worry, just do the things at hand first."

"Okay." Lin Fan was relieved that Wu Yusen was there. "You can notify me after he has surgery."

"Okay." John Woo answered cheerfully, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"No, I have no appetite now." Lin Fan replied, and then remembered leaving John Woo alone in the medical department, and suddenly felt guilty, "Sorry, I left you alone..."

"Didn't I say you don't need to apologize to me." John Woo laughed heartily twice, "Besides, this isn't my first time here. There are plenty of people here, so don't worry."

Lin Fan hung up the phone with a few words, straightened his wandering thoughts, and focused on the design drawing in his hand.

Ke Wenbin went out silently for a while, then came back quickly and sat quietly on the other side of Lin Fan, listening to her talk.

Lin Fan's opinion was very pertinent.

As a mecha controller, although there is a big difference between controlling the stars and bionic armor, because it is more functional and has more scenes in the sky and the earth, as a developer, her opinions are more important than those of ordinary bionic armor pilots. More forward-looking.

For example, some situations you will encounter when flying. The bionic armor couldn't be tried because of its low height and short battery life, but she could explain it clearly.

Another example is the feasibility of weapon assembly.

As for artillery fire, since she didn't have it herself, she just made a hypothesis, but having seen the launch of Apollo at close range, what Lin Fan said was much better than what Zhang Zhaojie and the others could imagine based on pictures.

One big difference in Zhang Zhaojie's design this time is that it has more emphasis.

The bionic armor originally engraved according to the stars focuses on a balance, which can run, fight, and glide.

You can do anything, and everything seems to work, but there is no emphasis.

This time, with plenty of materials and no need to dig around, Zhang Zhaojie let himself go.

There is a mecha with a strong upper body, thick arms, and a launch system. There are also flying mechas that are narrow in stature, carry wings on their backs, and are mainly responsible for traveling quickly.

There are mechas that are hidden in mechas and have retractable weapons. There are also specially raised mechas that can be piloted by two or even three people, but they are not as big as Pangu's combined mechas...

Lin Fan was dazzled and once again marveled at Zhang Zhaojie's brilliant mind. For a moment, I almost reached out and touched it, hoping to gain some wisdom.

When Ke Wenbin heard Lin Fan answer the phone, he sent someone to the canteen to buy midnight snacks.

Soon, the stuff was delivered. Lin Fan did not refuse his kindness and talked while eating.

Zhang Zhaojie kept taking notes on the side.

<divclass="contentadv">Ke Wenbin also thought about what kind of materials are needed for which parts and how to distribute them...

When you work hard, time always flies by.

When John Woo called, Lin Fan only had the last two pictures left to talk about.

She looked at the time and saw that it was already past four in the morning. She picked up the water glass and drank it in one go. "I still have a while, I'll be there when I'm done."

Ninety-nine steps have been taken, and she is unwilling to leave one step and come back.

Mainly, this matter also involves two people, Zhang Zhaojie and Ke Wenbin. It's not good to let people wait.

It was finally over. When Lin Fan got up from the chair, his eyesight turned a little dark.

She watched Zhang Zhaojie trotting back to his work station, opened the software and started to change the pictures. She felt that she was not the one who worked the hardest, and she was glad that she did not delay the progress.

"Why don't you go back and take a rest?" Lin Fan looked at the bright lights in the 623 venue. Even though it was early in the morning, there were still a lot of people busy inside, and he felt sincerely.

"No, you have to work hard while the inspiration is there." Ke Wenbin's face was a little tired, but his eyes were full of energy. "If we get it done as soon as possible, we can start mold production earlier and get busy."

This kind of professionalism made Lin Fan once feel that his previous work attitude was too bad.

She hurried back to the medical department to find John Woo and asked sincerely, but he smiled and touched his hat.

"They are them, and you are you. If you think others are working hard, others will think you are brave and invincible. What is there to compare? Everyone is just contributing in their different positions. It is much harder for you to do it than them. I always belittle myself. When nothing happens, the most important thing is to feel comfortable physically and mentally."

Lin Fan thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Why is she bothering herself when she has nothing to do? I rolled it over and over again, but couldn't catch those science geeks.

Don’t be mentally drained, don’t be mentally drained, don’t be mentally drained!

I shouted slogans to myself three times in my mind, and finally reluctantly put the matter aside.

"Has Song Ren been in there for a long time?" She looked at the red light in the operating room and couldn't help but worry.

"I've been in there for a while, but it will take a long time for the anesthesia to take effect. It should have just started soon." John Woo was waiting for Lin Fan outside the operating room. He didn't know what was going on inside. "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"Is it okay?" Lin Fan was surprised.

"Yes, there is a viewing room in this operating room. It was originally used for medical communication and teaching. You can see the operation there. Ji Yu, Li Chunhua and the others are watching inside." Wu Yusen did not wait in vain during this period. The agent's ability to collect intelligence was brought into play.

Lin Fan went in anxiously and quickly exited.

The doctors were in the process of opening the back of Song Ren's neck, and the sight of the bleeding immediately reminded Lin Fan of bad memories.

She seemed to grow weaker.

Lin Fan propped up his legs and leaned outside, wanting to quickly delete the scene in his head.

John Woo handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "Drink."

Lin Fan held the paper cup and smelled the sweet smell inside, and the tension in his body quickly relaxed.

"It means making an artificial opening in his wound to avoid blood vessels, but exposing the damaged nerves so that they can come into contact with living water. Don't worry, it's not technically difficult." John Woo comforted him.

It sounds simple, but in practice it is not that easy.

But the doctors at 800 Medical Department are world-leading. Since they let Song Ren go on the operating table, it means they are very confident about this operation.

In areas he didn't understand, Lin Fan decided not to bother himself and trust the doctors.

"Have you eaten anything?" she looked up and asked.

If John Woo had been staying at the medical department, he would most likely have not eaten. And he stayed with her all the time and didn't even eat lunch yesterday.

"No. Not hungry." John Woo grinned.

Lin Fan looked at the operating room. He hesitated a few times before continuing to wait outside the door in vain, or taking John Woo, who had been hungry all day, to eat. Then he straightened up.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."