Manstein's laboratory was piled with wine bottles. It had been many years and there was no progress in the experiment, with the targets far out of reach.
But now, a zero breakthrough was suddenly achieved. This was the happiest Manstein had ever been, and the only time he was drinking beer directly in the laboratory.
He didn't care about the Nobel Prize; he was happy for the progress in his head transplant experiment. It seemed that the success of the head transplant experiment could be realized in his lifetime.
Looking at the neatly arranged wine bottles, he burst into laughter and picked up his phone to dial Yang Ping again.
"Professor, I've succeeded!"
You could even smell the black beer through the screen.
"Hmm, congratulations!"
Yang Ping hung up the phone. It seemed that Manstein really wasn't suitable for a chat these few days.
Very quickly, Manstein called again, each time saying the same sentence.
"Professor, I've succeeded!"