Chapter 641: Chapter 640: Child of Miracle

Controlling the mechanical arm to perform repairs in the fantasy world was a piece of cake for Yan Feifan.

Mr. Wei had already taught him how to use the tools on the repair robot’s mechanical arm to connect the circuits and weld them together.

Yan Feifan had already mastered it.

The process was far simpler and easier than suturing blood vessels.

However, Yan Feifan also knew.

The key to completing this repair mission lay in whether this fantasy world could achieve a high-fidelity replication—or even a completely error-free recreation—of the actual conditions on the satellite in space.

As long as the real-world conditions were replicated as accurately as possible, the final step of connecting and welding was just a simple finishing touch.

Yan Feifan felt he had already poured his heart and soul into building this fantasy world with precision and accuracy.

He had never worked with such high intensity and deep immersion for so long.

Toward the end, the occasional heart palpitations gave Yan Feifan a terrifying premonition.

If this continued, he might just drop dead on the spot.

Yan Feifan had no desire to lose his life here, so he promptly stopped any further refinement and improvement of the fantasy world.

’I’ve done my best. As for the result, I’ll leave it to fate.’

Yan Feifan recited this to himself, calmed his mind and body, controlled his breathing, and quickened his hand movements...

"It worked! It’s connected!"

Dozens of meters away from Yan Feifan, in the backup satellite control center, a sudden, joyous shout shattered the tense atmosphere created by the forty or fifty people present like a clap of thunder.

"General, we’re getting a feedback signal! We can connect to the satellite’s control hub!"

"Mr. Wei, really?"

The General, his face red from holding his breath, was filled with joy, but even more so with disbelief.

It was as if Mr. Wei’s shout had been a mere illusion.

Mr. Wei’s voice cracked as he shouted, "General, it’s absolutely real!"

"We can send commands to the satellite right now for attitude adjustment and orbital change."

The General shouted urgently, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Calculate the data, quickly!"

"The sooner we perform the attitude adjustment and orbital change, the less energy it will consume, and the longer the satellite’s operational lifespan will be."

At the General’s command, the dozens of people on site buried their heads in their work, entering a state of intense focus.

Just then, another voice called out.

"The diagnostic on satellite camera two just passed!"

"My console shows the stabilizing gyroscope for probe five is also working normally..."

As the shouts continued one after another, many of them, including the General and Mr. Wei, finally noticed...

...that Yan Feifan, on the screen, hadn’t stopped working. His hands were still on the control grips for the repair robot.

This scene left the General incredibly excited.

Indeed, connecting just two circuits was all that was needed to restore the severely damaged satellite to normal operation.

This had been a necessary compromise to simplify the difficulty of the repairs.

Faced with a life-or-death situation for the satellite, they had to tearfully abandon some of the relatively less important functions to increase the chances of a successful repair.

But on a satellite that cost billions, which function was ever truly unimportant?

It was nothing more than the painful choice of sacrificing the smaller parts for the greater whole.

But now, after successfully repairing the satellite, Yan Feifan had given them an even bigger surprise.

Even a man with the General’s strong mental fortitude couldn’t contain himself in the face of such a monumental, unexpected joy.

He pumped his fist in the air and roared, "A genius! No, he’s a child of miracles!"

"Ah... Long live the motherland!"

After shouting, the General suddenly called out, "Liu..."

A soldier standing beside him stepped forward, snapped to attention, and replied loudly, "General, your orders!"

"Go tell the mess crew to have every single one of them show off their specialty. I want them to prepare the most magnificent, most extravagant feast imaginable."

"I want to properly reward our great hero..."

"And..."

The General stopped the soldier again and continued his instructions, "Also, call my wife. Tell her to find that case of twenty-year-old Moutai Liquor I’ve been saving and have someone deliver it here as fast as possible..."

Hearing this, the colonel standing nearby—the one who had brought Yan Feifan to the base—couldn’t help but open his mouth.

But in the end, he closed it again.

The colonel had wanted to remind the General that the files on this medical genius, this child of miracles, indicated that he didn’t touch a drop of alcohol.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t that the medical genius didn’t know how to drink, but that he couldn’t drink for health reasons.

But the words died on his lips, and the colonel held his tongue.

Lately, everyone on the entire base, from the General down to the soldiers, had been at their wits’ end over the satellite repair, working around the clock.

Now that the matter was finally resolved, everyone needed to unwind.

Besides, a miraculous repair like this deserved a celebration, and only a truly fine liquor would be fitting.

Most importantly, the colonel himself wanted to have a taste.

He wondered what that Moutai Liquor, aged for over twenty years, would taste like...

Twelve!

In the fantasy world, Yan Feifan had connected and welded a total of twelve circuits.

Mainly, after welding the two primary circuits, Yan Feifan felt he still had some mental and physical energy left, so he took care of the others while he was at it.

After all, it didn’t cost him much more mental or physical effort.

After welding the twelfth circuit, Yan Feifan noticed that the fantasy world before him had suddenly begun to shake and blur, as if it were about to collapse.

This triggered Yan Feifan’s deepest fears, and he hastily withdrew from the fantasy world and opened his eyes.

The world before him was a blur at first, then gradually came into focus. Back in reality, Yan Feifan was suddenly seized by a baseless fear.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.

He gasped for air, rapidly breathing oxygen from the tank. His whole body was drenched in a sudden sweat, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yan Feifan knew this wasn’t just his body’s reaction to relaxing after completing the job.

He was having a panic attack.

There was something Yan Feifan had never told anyone.

While in a coma, in the world of his own consciousness, Yan Feifan had created an immensely vast fantasy world.

In that fantasy world, Yan Feifan had lived and worked alongside Yiyi, Erer, and Sansan.

But one day, that fantasy world had suddenly begun to collapse.

No matter how hard he imagined or how much he tried, Yan Feifan couldn’t stop the world’s collapse.

He could only watch helplessly as everything around him was devoured by an absolute darkness.

As for himself, he was like a drowning man. No matter how he struggled, he was inevitably submerged, sinking into an unfathomable abyss.

At that moment, Yan Feifan had been utterly terrified.

He knew it was his own fantasy world, and if he didn’t do something, he would disappear forever.

He struggled with all his might, desperately crying for help, but it was useless.

In that moment, the endless darkness was so powerful, so despairing.

Just as he was about to give up, he had faintly heard his sister’s crying voice...

’I woke up... I’m okay now...’

Under the constant self-suggestion, Yan Feifan’s panic gradually subsided.

Just as he was about to get up, his body suddenly flew into the air as if riding on clouds, then quickly fell again.

Just as Yan Feifan cried out in alarm, he was caught, and then tossed into the air again.

At the same time, excited shouts erupted in his ears.

"Child of miracles! Child of miracles...!"

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