Men’s readiness is constrained and influenced by numerous factors; this seemingly simple hydraulic process involves a myriad of physiological functions, where a single flaw in any step can jeopardize a man’s lifelong sexual well-being.

This is an extraordinarily complex field of study, representing one of the academic pinnacles that leaves the medical community in awe; anyone who could conquer all the difficulties within this domain would surely be the most formidable scientist in the history of human medicine.

Wang Zhuo never underestimated himself, yet he wasn't arrogant. He understood that his X-ray vision offered him unparalleled research assistance, but to claim he could solve every related problem was beyond him.

So, his thinking was straightforward: much like developing the "Life Ark" weight-loss drug, he would focus on the key issues while ignoring the rest, aiming only to satisfy the needs of the majority. This approach would maximize both the achievement and the profit.

And what exactly is the need of the majority? That question is simple enough; one only needs to search for relevant academic surveys online to find the answer.

There is a certain little blue pill that spares many men the embarrassment of being a "two-minute wonder," but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Wang Zhuo wasn't interested in such half-baked products; he sought a viable method to enable men to undergo "secondary development"—to become bigger, stronger, and more lasting!

This was a profoundly serious scientific endeavor, devoid of any personal emotional entanglement. Although this research perhaps should have been conducted by a man who was somewhat "incapable" in this area, as only such a person would possess a stronger desire for the solution...

Wang Zhuo was uniquely positioned to undertake this research.

Here, "uniquely positioned" did not refer to his inherent physical advantages as a man, but rather to his X-ray vision. Aided by this vision, he could observe everyone around him from the most objective and impartial angle. Though this approach was somewhat unethical, he righteously believed that what he was doing was a contribution to all humanity, and these people should contribute their humble part.

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Maui, the second-largest island in the Hawaiian archipelago, is famed for the beauty of its valleys. It is currently whale-watching season, with pods frequently appearing in the nearby waters to feed. One can take a yacht out to sea for a close encounter with these gentle giants of the ocean.

Siyuan noticed that Wang Zhuo had become quieter than usual. He seemed aged, often content to simply lie under a beach umbrella, a straw hat covering his face, sleeping away an entire afternoon. He rarely participated in the special activities offered to tourists, and in the evenings, he stayed home, avoiding any outings.

She knew Wang Zhuo was grappling with problems. This current research project was far more challenging than any before, requiring time for him to digest and contemplate.

But the reality was different. While feigning sleep on the beach, Wang Zhuo was actually using the refractive capabilities of his X-ray vision to deeply analyze the physiological characteristics of men within a three-kilometer radius—targets ranging from three years old to eighty—striving to pinpoint the breakthrough he needed.

The differences between the races offered Wang Zhuo significant inspiration. Various complexions, ethnicities, and mixed-race individuals each possessed unique characteristics, with notable variations in strengths and weaknesses. Was the process of creating the perfect man not just a matter of synthesizing the best from each?

Ten days passed during their stay. Media outlets from all over the world arrived and departed, creating a brief flurry of activity. For the tourists on the island, the news that the currently trending "Gossip Girl," Irene Top, was holding a press conference on a small Hawaiian island seemed quite novel.

Through the media relays, Irene sincerely apologized to her global fans and supporters. Her contrition was evident; she bowed repeatedly and announced that her future professional focus would shift toward charity work to compensate for the harm and misguidance she had caused to children.

Some media outlets were forgiving, while others were relentless, but none of that mattered; what was important was that she dared to face the entire world head-on. Even if subjected to criticism and scorn, she intended to hold her head high and proudly seek her own place, living her own vibrant life.

Meanwhile, the man branded by the media as the "Mr. 250 Hiding Behind a Woman" remained completely silent throughout the entire affair, drawing unanimous condemnation from the press.

Despite the storm, Wang Zhuo carried on as usual because he felt he had done nothing wrong, nor did he owe anyone anything.

After watching countless hours of "reality show" performances, Wang Zhuo had finally gathered sufficient research material. He committed these observations to memory using various imaging techniques, forming a holographic database accessible at any moment.

Then, he embarked on the journey back home.

The passenger jet completed its long traverse and landed at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport. Local contacts had already arranged a dedicated transfer channel for Wang Zhuo, much to the disappointment of the various media outlets eager to dig deeper into news surrounding him, thus missing the chance for an interview.

Two pieces of good news awaited Wang Zhuo upon his return, both concerning expenditures.

The first was the successful auction purchase of the Royal Princess. How much did it sell for? A mere four million Euros—yet many still exclaimed it was an "astronomical price." The Invincible would now be towed to a shipyard in Zhejiang for modifications. Military enthusiasts worldwide were keenly watching how Wang Zhuo intended to play with this massive toy; the opportunity to practice DIY skills on a decommissioned aircraft carrier was not something just anyone could have, inviting endless envy.

The second piece of news concerned the Airbus A380 order. Because the original purchaser of another private jet had suddenly passed away two months prior, the deceased gentleman's children were embroiled in lawsuits dividing the estate, and nobody wanted the responsibility of this money-devouring behemoth. They wished to cancel the order.

That aircraft was already in the basic assembly phase and was awaiting interior finishing. Their cancellation request would cause certain financial losses for both parties, creating common ground when Fu Xinran began negotiating the private jet purchase with the Airbus Group.

Fu Xinran had been handling this matter while Wang Zhuo was vacationing in Hawaii. Now, the haggling was complete, resulting in a win-win situation, and the transfer contract had just been signed.

This news was even more startling than acquiring the decommissioned aircraft carrier, which is why it was being kept under strict confidentiality. If the public in China learned that Wang Xiaolong of Jiangzhou had bought an A380 as a private jet, it would surely whip up a tidal wave of controversy, so maintaining a low profile was best.

The repercussions of the explicit photo leak had not yet completely subsided. Upon returning to Jiangzhou, Wang Zhuo immediately plunged into the brand-new laboratory prepared for him by Gan Lin to continue his research work. He couldn't go to the school for the time being, using the excuse of being "too ashamed to show his face" to dedicate himself to his studies, happily embracing the quiet solitude.

The new laboratory was situated next to a small riverside lane in the Xijiang District—a quiet spot amidst the bustle, yet conveniently located. Gan Lin had specifically purchased the top four floors of a fifteen-story mixed-use commercial and residential building; as Wang Zhuo began work on the top floor, construction commenced downstairs to renovate his living quarters.

Time flew by, and by the end of March, the temperature in Jiangzhou was climbing steadily; some eager young women were already seen on the streets in skirts.

One day, as Wang Zhuo was mixing a preparation formula he had digitally pilfered online, his phone rang. It was that fat slob, Fei Long.

"Boss, what do you want for lunch? I'll bring it over!"

"Bring me two steamers of crystal shrimp dumplings, and grab some fruit too."

"Roger that!"

In less than half an hour, Fei Long arrived by car. Wang Zhuo frowned slightly as he opened the door to let him in.

"Why haven't you slimmed down yet?"

"Hehe..." Fei Long chuckled carelessly. "I haven't been taking the medicine on schedule; I keep forgetting."

Wang Zhuo let out a helpless snort, asking, "How much do you weigh now?"

"One hundred ninety-nine. I weighed myself this morning." Fei Long managed a dry laugh. "I think this is fine, don't you? Don't you think this is my signature look?"

Wang Zhuo playfully kicked him: "Signature look my foot. Don't let people know I know you in the future, or they'll think my diet pills don't work."

The hall outside the laboratory was spotless; even the kick from Wang Zhuo didn't stir up any dust. Fei Long didn't mind, happily trotting inside with the items.

After placing the dumplings on the table, he started washing the fruit in a corner and asked, "Any progress lately?"

"It's not that easy to make progress," Wang Zhuo laughed, shaking his head. "Rushing won't help. Even if there’s a breakthrough, it has to undergo rigorous clinical trials before I can let you use it. That's not a matter of one or two days."

"But I'm anxious, too. You don't know what it's like to be starving," Fei Long grumbled. "You have no idea how much we fat guys envy those foreigners because our fat layers prevent sufficient depth."

"Cut it out. You envy Imai Yutaro, don't you?" Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes and asked, "Didn't you boast about filming a Beijing Heat series? Why did you come back? Not filming anymore?"

"The summer hasn't arrived yet," Fei Long replied slyly. "How can I compare to you, Boss? You went abroad without a word, and the lead actress was an international superstar!"

Wang Zhuo laughed wryly and waved his hand as if shooing away a fly: "Put down the fruit you're holding, and then you can scram."

"Wait a second, I have something I want to tell you." Fei Long turned serious for a moment. "I ran into your dad at the hospital this morning. He didn't see me."

"Why were you at the hospital?" Wang Zhuo asked, slightly surprised.

"Taking a girl to get an abortion," Fei Long shrugged. "A consequence of impulse. I promised to buy her an iPhone 7."

"Neither the man nor the woman is any good," Wang Zhuo said irritably. "What about my dad? What was he doing there?"

Fei Long made suggestive faces for a long moment. After Wang Zhuo tossed an orange that hit him, he leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "I have a feeling he wants to be a father again..."