Super Craftsman Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - I Want to Change the World (Part 2)

"Thrombosis Clearance Progress 99.99%, Continuously Clearing..."

"Thrombosis Clearance Progress 100%, Thrombosis Clearance Completed."

When Guo Tailai arrived home by train, he finally saw the news of the removal of the thrombus.

"Clearance time: 278.4 hours. Clearance time: 1.3569 cubic centimeters. Intravascular thrombus volume: 0." Then, Guo Tailai saw the statistics report.

There was less than 1.4 cubic centimeters of thrombus in his body. Luckily, it had been removed, otherwise, when and where it would have broken out, it would have been enough for Guo Tailai to suffer.

Perhaps the treatment was effective, or maybe it was psychological, but Guo Tailai instantly felt refreshed and comfortable.

"Treating coronary heart disease!"

"There's not enough data to implement it."

"Healing high blood pressure!"

"There's not enough data to implement it."

"Healing hyperglycemia!"

"There's not enough data to implement it."

"Healing high blood lipids!"

"Continuously consuming blood lipids …"

After a series of tests, Guo Tailai finally confirmed what the nan.o.bot could do now.

Firstly, the range of movement of the nan.o.bot was limited to blood vessels and muscle tissue, so the other regions were unable to reach it.

Secondly, the nan.o.bot had a single function. It could only do some crus.h.i.+ng in the blood vessels, such as clearing away the blood clots, or dispersing some large lumps of blood lipids.

In the muscles, all the nan.o.bot could do was to emit biomimetic electricity and accurately control the movement of the muscle fibers.

"How do I get the data?" Guo Tailai finally asked after receiving too much data feedback.

"Upgrade the control system version." This time, Guo Tailai got a clear answer.

Guo Tailai immediately remembered that the necessary conditions to upgrade the control system was to increase the number of nan.o.bot. The maximum number of people under control is a million.

"A micro level t.i.tanium powder, looks like I can only go to daddy's factory and think of a way." Guo Tailai pondered, then thought of a reason to go to the factory. After all, he hadn't been to his father's factory for several years, so it was quite strange for him to suddenly go.

Fortunately, the reason was already there. Now, Guo Tailai was sick all over. No matter what, the first thing he had to do was to slowly treat his own illness and lose weight. That was his top priority.

"Weight loss? If you go to the factory with me for a few days, you'll naturally lose weight." Hearing that his fat son was finally determined to lose weight, Guo Tailai's father, Guo Jianjun, suggested without him bringing up the topic at the factory.

"It's good to move." Her mother, Ding Yumei, was from the same unit as the Guo Jianjun, but she was considered a doctor in the clinic. Even though she didn't dare say that she could see anything serious, he was familiar with the basics of medical care, and upon hearing this, she immediately agreed.

Guo Jianjun was a locksmith, and Guo Tailai had learned the basic skills of locksmith together with his father when he was young.

In fact, the factory where the Guo Jianjun worked was not in high spirits, it was already in a state of production. Guo Jianjun used some old materials to help Guo Tailai lose weight, no one would care about it.

Holding the largest file in his hand, Guo Tailai started to file furiously at the metal block on the clamp. After an unknown number of files, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Do you want to record the processing effects?"

Guo Tailai was surprised by the sudden inquiry. What did it mean?

The processing effect, could it be the processing effect of the file he just filed? There was no response. Guo Tailai pondered for a moment and decided to record everything.

"Please choose file model, hardness."

According to the notification, Guo Tailai answered these questions in his head.

"Please choose the hardness of the workpiece."

Another question followed. There was a record on used parts. When Guo Tailai asked Guo Jianjun about it, he immediately got the hardness value.

"Please measure the processing effect."

This prompt should be to record how much of the file had been filed, right? There was no measurement just now, but that's fine. Now it's the same for the next recording.

He canceled the record and used the vernier to measure the thickness of the current workpiece. Guo Tailai picked up the file, took another file, and immediately measured it. This time, he got a detailed number.

"Processing effect successfully recorded!"

Seeing that the record was a success, Guo Tailai made a guess and ordered in his mind, "Recreate the process."

Guo Tailai was right. As soon as he gave the order, his hands automatically followed the previous processing posture. The same strength, the same angle, he filed it down.

As he did so, Guo Tailai clearly understood that he did not move his arm at all. It was the nan.o.bot using bioelectric stimulation to stimulate the muscles in his arm on its own accord.

After the file was filed, Guo Tailai immediately measured it with a vernier caliper. Sure enough, the result was exactly the same as before.

*I'm rich!* Guo Tailai became excited at once and started to work on different things from different angles. Each time, the control system would record the processing effects and then reproduce them. After that was to replace the different hardness of the workpiece and continue the process.

The vernier caliper's accuracy was only 0.1 mm. It was no longer enough to meet Guo Tailai's recording requirements. After recording hundreds of times, Guo Tailai switched to a spiral micrometer, recording to an accuracy of 10 microns, or 10 millimeters per thousandth of a millimeter. In the end, it became a micrometer, which could be precise to 1 micron, or even 0.1 millimeter per thousandth of a millimeter.

In the middle, Guo Jianjun came over to take a look. Seeing his son's forehead full of sweat while holding a file, he nodded his head in satisfaction. Don't ask him to do anything, just sweat.

"Dad, how accurate can your handwork be?" Guo Tailai asked as he received the water from the Guo Jianjun.

"If I have enough time, I can refine it to 0.5 threads!" Guo Jianjun answered proudly: "Do you think this level 5 locksmith is fake?"

One thread was 1 millimeter and 0.5 was 5 microns. The processing precision was comparable to that of high precision numerical control machine tools.

"Awesome!" Guo Tailai fawned and stuck out his thumb towards Guo Jianjun, but he was laughing in his heart, "Would I tell you that I can now easily make 5 microns of processing precision with a file?"

5 microns was Guo Tailai's limit, but the reason was probably due to the lack of nan.o.bot. However, this was already enough to satisfy Guo Tailai. After half a day, he had already reached the Guo Jianjun's dozens of years of experience. What else could he do?

Of course, this accuracy can only be achieved with the thinnest file. As for the other crafts like drilling, sawing, grinding, and digging, they are far from reaching this stage.

But isn't a locksmith supposed to be a file walker? Guo Tailai was in no hurry to make the file and slowly master other skills.

After Guo Tailai tested it more than a thousand times and measured it with the micrometer, another information suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Do you want to activate the 3D measurement mechanism of your eyes?"