The system's words made perfect sense.
A ship was meant for water, and if it were to fly, too many of its components would be useless!
At the very least, the section below the deck could be entirely disregarded!
Abandoning the idea of making the Fanxing Hao airborne, Fang Er immediately began to sketch.
Freed from the constraints of his mind, his obsession with the exterior form also dissolved.
Length: 200 meters, width: 90 meters.
A total of 6 Feng Huolun No. 6 electric motors to be installed.
As he drew, his thoughts began to wander...
Residential areas, swimming pools, fitness zones...
A series of things unrelated to military matters were added to his blueprint.
Once finished, he casually handed it to Li Tai.
"Have someone build this thing!"
Li Tai looked at the drawing with some surprise.
"Master, you're not putting it on the ship?"
"Putting it on a ship for what? Tens of thousands of tons, it won't fly!"
Fang Er waved him away and turned to leave the research institute.
Two months...
He had been repeating five things.
Eating, sleeping.
Defecating, urinating.
Working...
If this continued, his wife would surely stray.
So, he decided to go home and present his work!
But as soon as he returned home, he felt a strange atmosphere.
What the hell, where did everyone go?
The courtyard was empty. Upstairs and downstairs, and even in the swimming pool in the backyard, not a single person was in sight.
He quickly took out his walkie-talkie and asked Su Mu.
"Where is everyone at home?"
"Re-returning, my Lord, eve-everyone is at the hospital!"
Hearing Su Mu's reply, Fang Er was bewildered.
Why was the guy out of breath?
The hospital?
Wait a minute!
He quickly took out his phone to check the date.
Damn it!
Xing'er's due date had arrived...
A flicker of elation appeared on his face. He pushed open the main gate with a laugh and rode his Harley all the way to the hospital.
The Eight-Clawed Lake of today was no longer the desolate wilderness it once was.
The town by the lake, along with the distant port, now had a permanent population of nearly one hundred thousand!
With so many people gathered, a hospital and schools were essential amenities.
He sped towards the hospital and saw a large crowd gathered at the entrance.
Outside the delivery room, Chai Yue and Xiao Qing paced anxiously.
Seeing Fang Er, they quickly surrounded him.
"Husband, Xing'er she..."
Chai Yue, with a look of panic, grabbed his arm.
Fang Er's heart leaped into his throat at the sight.
"Is there an accident?"
Chai Yue had given birth before, and so had Xiao Qing. If it were a normal situation, they wouldn't be this worried.
"True Man Sun said the fetal position is wrong!"
"Ling'er sister used that... thing to check on Xing'er, and said the umbilical cord is wrapped around its neck three and a half times!"
Fang Er: ???
Playing with its own neck in the womb?
Three and a half times, how desperate could this unlucky child be?
"No surgery?"
Sun Simiao had performed countless such operations and was now an expert.
With the addition of Changsun Ling'er and Fang Fengzhu, this shouldn't be a difficult task, right?
Xiao Qing replied from the side.
"Xing'er wouldn't let them operate, she said you wouldn't like it if her belly had a scar."
Fang Er: !!!
Damn it, this was not the time to be concerned about a scar when there was a risk of losing both mother and child!
"Wait here!"
"Qing'er, you come with me."
He pushed open the operating room door and walked in.
As he walked, he and Xiao Qing put on brand new protective suits.
Inside the operating room were Changsun Ling'er, Zhang Yuanshuang, Fang Fengzhu, and others.
Old Sun was not in the operating room at the moment; no one knew where he had gone.
Changsun Ling'er heard footsteps and looked up.
"Husband? Why are you in here?"
Even without seeing his face, she recognized Fang Er by his build.
"We'll talk later."
Fang Er waved his hand and walked straight to the operating table.
Xing'er was currently propped up on the operating table, supporting herself with her limbs, trying with all her might to adjust the fetal position.
"Cut it open."
Fang Er sat down beside her, watching her sweat profusely, his heart aching.
"Master, let this servant try again..."
Xing'er bit her lip, her eyes filled with stubbornness.
Changsun Ling'er also came over to persuade her, "Sister, don't strain yourself, you might hurt the baby."
Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation crossed Xing'er's eyes.
Fang Er shook his head helplessly and pulled Xiao Qing over.
He lifted her clothing, revealing her smooth back.
On her back, a two-inch scar was clearly visible.
This scar was several years old.
It was from when Fang Er had first moved into Chang'an city and was injured by robbers who were drawn to his house by the mirrors he was selling.
Of the gloves he had obtained from Li Xiaolu, Fang Er had only used one.
He now put on the remaining glove and gently brushed his index finger over the scar on Xiao Qing's back.
A barely perceptible layer of dead skin peeled off her back.
Xiao Qing's body trembled slightly.
"Does it hurt?" Fang Er immediately stopped.
"It doesn't hurt, it's just a bit itchy," Xiao Qing whispered, blushing.
More than itchy, it felt like it was itching to the bone.
Fang Er slowly massaged the scar. The raised part gradually turned red but became much thinner.
He put away the glove, took out a tube of ointment, and applied a thin layer before pulling Xiao Qing's clothes back down.
Then, he turned to Xing'er, who was still struggling, and said with a smile.
"Minor scars like this, your husband can handle them completely now."
"So, don't worry, flip over and lie down properly."
"Let me make the cut."
Xing'er: ...
Just then, Sun Simiao, wearing a surgical gown, pushed a cart of instruments through a small door. Seeing Fang Er, he frowned and urged him.
"Kid, hurry up and persuade her. If this drags on, there will be serious trouble."
Fang Er nodded repeatedly and patted Xing'er's back.
"Be good, lie down properly."
"When you open your eyes, everything will be fine."
Tears welled up in Xing'er's eyes, and she turned her head, looking conflicted.
"Then... if there's a scar on my belly that won't go away, will Master dislike me?"
Fang Er cupped her small face, kissed her forehead, and reassured her again.
"No matter what, you are still the Xing'er in my heart."
"The talented Xing'er, proficient in music and art."
"I've got everything, don't worry."
Xing'er no longer hesitated. After drinking a bowl of hemp seed decoction, in less than three minutes, her eyelids began to droop.
"Mas-master..."
"Yo-you, go, go, out."
After saying these words, she could no longer control her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Changsun Ling'er smiled and pulled Fang Er up from his stool, ushering him and Xiao Qing out of the operating room.
"It's better to listen to Xing'er. You two shouldn't watch this."
"Otherwise, I fear you might lose your interest in Xing'er in the future..."