Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!

Chapter 350 - 348: Anomalous Test Results

Dean Li’s arm, holding the official red-headed document high, was still suspended in mid-air when a new cloud of dust rose from the dirt road at the village entrance behind him.

A half-old blue GAZ vehicle, neither as sturdy as a military vehicle nor as grand as a leader’s Volga, leisurely stopped outside the cheering crowd.

The car door opened, and three men in gray khaki work clothes got out. The one in the lead wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair meticulously combed, and carried an aluminum box, his chin slightly raised as he looked at people.

"Is this the Hongxing Village pilot site?" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the lush green wheat seedlings, his tone scrutinizing, "I’m Mr. Wang from the Provincial Agricultural Science Academy. I heard that your wheat sprouted overnight, so I specifically brought instruments to test it."

The villagers’ cheers quieted down, and they looked at each other.

Dean Li lowered the document, frowning: "Mr. Wang, you arrived quickly."

"Dean Li is here too." Mr. Wang greeted with a forced smile, "We’re also curious about new technology. After all, things that defy natural laws aren’t common in science. We’re worried someone might use some non-compliant ripening agents to achieve results, which could pollute the land and become a historical crime."

There was a hidden implication in his words, which everyone present could hear.

The two young men behind him had already opened the aluminum box, took out an instrument with various probes and dials, and walked straight to the experimental field without saying a word.

The old village chief got anxious, waving his pipe as he tried to stop them: "Hey, what are you doing! Don’t trample our immortal seedlings!"

"Folks, don’t get worked up." Mr. Wang stopped him, maintaining an air of superiority, "We’re conducting scientific testing for your sake. If there’s nothing wrong with the seedlings, our Agricultural Science Academy will naturally commend Technician Lin. But if there is an issue..."

He didn’t finish, but the threat was clear.

The two young men had already inserted probes into the soil and began recording data. In no time at all, one of the young men ran to Mr. Wang with the notebook, his expression odd.

"Mr. Wang, look... the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium levels in the soil are within the normal range, but... but the readings for these trace elements are almost off the charts. I’ve never seen a data model like this."

Mr. Wang took the notebook, leaned in for a look, and was also stunned.

Lin Wan Yi, who hadn’t spoken all along, finally stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of the instrument.

"Are you looking for residues of a ripening agent?" she asked calmly.

Mr. Wang snapped back to reality and cleared his throat: "We’re just conducting routine tests."

"Then you’re looking in the wrong direction." Lin Wan Yi pointed to an unusual fluctuation curve on the instrument screen, "What your instrument detected isn’t a ripening agent, but a highly active chelated trace element group. Simply put, I’ve just addressed the issue of zinc, boron, manganese, and other elements being fixed in alkaline soil, thus improving crop absorption efficiency."

She paused, looked at the bewildered Mr. Wang, and continued: "Can the soil analyzer you’ve brought measure the specific impact coefficient of root exudates on soil aggregate structure? Or analyze the change patterns of secondary metabolites in environments with different pH values?"

A string of professional terms, complex and difficult to understand, hit Mr. Wang like bullets.

Mr. Wang’s mouth hung open, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses blank. He was an engineer who had climbed the ranks through seniority, not one who understood these cutting-edge theories.

"You’re... you’re being unreasonable!" he blurted out after a long pause, face red with frustration.

"Whether it’s unreasonable or not, this document should clarify that."

The voice of the municipal bureau chief came from not far away. He, along with several city officials, had also arrived, holding a document, which he handed directly to Mr. Wang.

"This is the agricultural equipment assistance agreement signed by Mr. Smith, representing the international inspection group, with our city," the chief’s voice was loud, deliberately letting everyone hear, "The agreement stipulates that all assistance equipment is to be prioritized for the ’Wanyi Model’ pilot project named after Mr. Lin Wan Yi! Mr. Wang, do you now think we rely on ripening agents or genuine expertise?"

Mr. Wang looked at the foreign signatures and bright red stamp on the document, the test report in his hand feeling like a hot potato.

The crowd buzzed again, this time filled with disdain for Mr. Wang and the others, and support for Lin Wan Yi.

Journalists from several newspapers squeezed to the front of the crowd, their camera shutters clicking nonstop.

"Mr. Lin! What are your plans for promoting your technology next?"

"Mr. Lin, what do you think of the skepticism from your peers?"

A young reporter, wearing a baseball cap and taking advantage of his small frame, squeezed to the front, nearly poking his microphone into Lin Wan Yi’s face.

"Mr. Lin, we’ve heard your husband is a high-ranking officer in the military district. Did your family background play a role in the rapid success of your project?"

This question was sharp and vicious.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

Just as Lin Wan Yi was about to speak, a cold gaze projected from the outer edge of the crowd.

Gu Yanshen, who had been leaning against the Jeep, was now standing straight. He didn’t step forward but simply watched the questioning reporter from a dozen meters away.

His eyes held no threat, yet they were as cold as the coldest ice in winter, making the hair on the reporter’s back stand on end.

Gu Yanshen raised his hand casually, as if merely adjusting the collar of his uniform. In the moment he raised his hand, the lapel parted slightly to reveal the red hard shell of an officer’s ID in his pocket.

The reporter flinched as if stung by a scorpion, stepping back abruptly, almost tripping over someone behind him. Pale-faced, he dared not look at Lin Wan Yi again, ducking his head and retreating into the crowd.

A minor incident dissolved into nothingness.

That evening, dozens of tables were set up on the threshing ground in Hongxing Village to celebrate the project’s success.

Lin Wan Yi, as the biggest contributor, was surrounded at the main table by the village chief and Dean Li. Gu Yanshen sat silently beside her, blocking glass after glass of toasts for her, swapping drinks for plain water.

"Technician Lin, have some fish! This is from our village reservoir, very fat!" The village chief’s wife enthusiastically used communal chopsticks to place a large, tender piece of fish belly onto her plate.

The fishy smell, mixed with shredded ginger, drifted over, and Lin Wan Yi’s stomach suddenly churned.

She quickly covered her mouth, her face turning slightly pale.

"What’s wrong?" Gu Yanshen was the first to notice her discomfort, holding her wrist, his palm icy.

"Nothing," Lin Wan Yi suppressed the nausea, forcing a smile, "Maybe I’m just tired today, a bit worn out."

She stood up: "I’ll go outside for some air."

Without a word, Gu Yanshen stood up as well, helping her walk out of the noisy crowd.

Back at their home in the military district courtyard, Gu Yanshen poured a glass of warm water for her, his brow never easing.

"Go to the military hospital tomorrow," his tone left no room for negotiation.

"I’m really fine." Lin Wan Yi sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his tense profile, a fleeting, almost impossible thought crossing her mind.

Her monthly cycle seemed slightly delayed.

"Wait." She grabbed Gu Yanshen, who was about to get the phone.

Under the man’s puzzled gaze, Lin Wan Yi took a deep breath to calm herself. She closed her eyes, and her thoughts drifted into space. Among the vast array of ancient texts, she had skimmed through a few medical books.

She extended her right hand, gently placing three fingers on her left wrist.

One second, two seconds.

Clearly, her fingertips sensed a pulse completely different from usual.

Fluid, rapid, like beads rolling on a plate.

Lin Wan Yi’s body froze.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze first filled with disbelief, then overwhelmed by a massive wave of shock.