Chapter 48: Losing completely
“vomit~”
After coming out of the hospital, Meng Lang couldn’t help but retched.
"Retribution for this world..."
I just finished popularizing friendship science, and the side effects immediately came true on me.
The side effects of painless gastroscopy actually vary from person to person, and are also related to the "gentleness" of the doctor when inserting the gastroscope.
Some people feel nothing after the procedure, while others swear they will never have a gastroscopy again in their lives.
Meng Lang was just a little nauseous, which was considered a mild reaction.
The final examination results were nothing abnormal. Apart from a slight gastritis and being told to maintain good eating habits, there were no obvious polyps or lesions.
"It seems that I am still in the 'little embryonic' state of gastric cancer. It's okay, okay, and I can still save it..."
Although the time from early stage to late stage of gastric cancer is relatively short, the formation of gastric cancer is a relatively long process.
It can be roughly divided into the stages of "chronic superficial gastritis", "atrophic gastritis", "intestinal metaplasia", "dysplasia" and "gastric cancer".
The whole process usually takes 6 to 10 years, which roughly coincides with the onset time of "Meng Lang" in the ten-year period.
As for why Meng Lang suddenly knew so clearly...
"Alang, you have never made a mistake in your life...It's a pity that you couldn't live with it in the end." Meng Lang couldn't help but regret.
Just two years of civil science is enough to beat an ignorant mandarin duck. If one continues to study for ten or eight years, even if he cannot catch up with professional doctors, he can still do it by kicking a black clinic in the community, right?
The learning time from novice to expert is 7 years, but this "10,000 hours rule" does not seem to apply to me.
Meng Lang gave it a new name, called - "24-hour rule"!
This time his "time and space radio wave family" attribute came into play again, which also allowed Meng Lang to figure out some "usage guides".
First of all, this kind of signal reception is definitely not in the order of each episode of autobiography, otherwise he should become an amateur lawyer first, and then a medical civilian.
From the analysis of the situation when the three "signals" are received, this is more like a "scene trigger".
Just like an amnesia patient trying to retrieve his or her own memory, familiar scenes are more likely to be "emotional", thereby opening the brain's "memory door".
In other words, in similar scenarios, it helps to improve the "synchronization rate" between the two Meng Langs.
Thankfully it is this kind of "scene-triggered" synchronization, rather than direct and crude memory fusion. Otherwise, it is estimated that after a few more episodes, Meng Lang himself will not be able to tell who he is, and there is a high probability that he will eventually Towards schizophrenia.
Looking at the time, he first sent Lin Haitang a Fetion message, then came to the side of the road, stopped a taxi and got in.
"Master, Qingsong Elementary School."
The taxi started slowly...
As soon as he took off, outside the window behind him, a bus drove into the First Affiliated School of Suzhou City The hospital door.
In the car, there were more than a dozen men and women, old and young.
“Wow, this is the First Affiliated Hospital? The environment is much better than our hospital.”
"Well! Su City's gardens are well-deserved, and this environment is more suitable for patients to recover."
"Hey! I mean, Xiaolu, although we are here for exchanges and studies, please give us some academic advice occasionally. Foreign opinions, OK?”
“We are here to exchange ideas. , I’m not here to travel.”
“You workaholic! Why should I be assigned to a room with you? Oh my god! Please send me a salted fish!”
Looking out the window. The young woman couldn't help but chuckle and turned back to look at her funny companion.
"Perhaps... this is destiny."
The smile is like a flower, and the tear moles in the corners of the eyes are like flower stamens...
...
When you arrange your destiny , fate is also arranged for you...
At least Meng Lang never thought that one day he would be crowded among a group of parents, eagerly waiting to pick up their children from school.
"Our little baby loves to eat meat, but her mother won't let her eat too much. She tells her how many calories to control at each meal and how to train her to manage her body shape from an early age.
For a child of this age, is it more important to grow taller or not? Is body shape important? ”
“It’s important to eat well. Our little ancestor has had a small appetite since he was a child, so he is so thin that I feel bad. It hurts, you see, I can secretly bring him some snacks when I pick him up from school, but his mother will be very careful when he gets home!"
"My wife, she always knows how to let him go! The children go to this class and that class, and they don’t have as much time to play as my old man does to smoke a pack of cigarettes.”
This is a chat group for grandparents.
"Has your child passed KET? Our family is preparing for PET. The registration quota is not easy to grab, and every time it takes seconds!"
"The piano player in my family can play Czerny 599, Big Tang II, We plan to take the exam next year.”
“Really? We have just passed grade 8 in piano, and we must finish grade 10 this summer. We will be in grade 3 next semester, so we have to concentrate. I don’t have time to take interest classes because of my studies.”
“I work in project management, but the summer management of my children is the most difficult project I have ever done!
Except for one European study tour and another one! This is a study tour in the United States, and the rest of the time has to be filled with courses. The distance is not a problem, the resources of famous teachers are there, and it is too difficult to make a choice when the time conflicts. ”
This is the parents' arms race group...
Meng Lang looked here and then there, feeling that he had entered some hell instance in advance?
“Brother, you are so young and you are here to pick up your child?”
At this time, a cigarette was handed over to the side. Meng Lang turned around and looked. He was a man in his thirties and a little fat. middle-aged man.
You can tell by his clothes that he is a small boss with good financial strength.
"Yeah, thank you for not smoking."
The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously and lit one on his own.
Meng Lang frowned and wanted to leave directly but felt it would be impolite.
It’s not that I have any objections to men. The main reason is that second-hand smoke is harmful to my precious life span.
He took two steps to the side and took advantage of the wind.
"Brother, what grade is your child in?" the middle-aged man asked very familiarly.
"Well..."
Are you in first grade or second grade? Didn't have time to ask.
But fortunately, the other party seemed to just make an opening statement. It didn’t matter what the answer was, and he continued to talk to himself.
“My child is in the second grade, and his grades are pretty good. He is quite smart, but he is too naughty to make people worry.
Ask him to learn calligraphy. He says he likes painting. Ask him to learn painting. He says he still likes animation, but he actually wants to learn animation! Are you angry or not? ”
“Children, it’s good to have something you like, haha. "Meng Lang reluctantly agreed.
"Like it? There are so many things that children like nowadays. Toys are moved from house to house. Buying a small suit costs five figures. A set of model airplanes costs several thousand. Any training class costs one semester. Twenty thousand.
Yesterday, that guy made a request to me, saying that I would buy him a set of Iron Man after he passed the exam.
You said that a few pieces of money that are only about the size of a palm cost tens of thousands. If I hadn't made a decent income, my family would not have been able to make this gold-swallowing beast. ”
Meng Lang was speechless.
Got it! There is actually a group showing off their wealth?
While the two were talking, a group of children ran out of the school gate like galloping wild horses.
For a while, the shouts of grandparents, parents and mothers came and went, and the scene was comparable to a mythical beast coming out of its cage.
"Dad! Dad!" A chubby boy ran over with excitement on his face.
"Hey! Baby!" The middle-aged man hugged the fat boy and kissed him hard on the face.
"Dad! I ranked second in the class in this mock test. You said you would buy me Iron Man if I ranked in the top three!"
"Really? Mine My good son is so awesome, buy, buy, buy! Dad will buy it for you tonight!”
"Uncle!" At this moment, a surprised voice came, and Xiaoyu rushed over and hugged Meng Lang's arm.
"Uncle, are you really here to pick me up?"
"Of course, can I still lie to a child?" Meng Lang smiled and touched Xiaoyu's head.
"Xiao Yu?" The little fat man in the middle-aged man's arms said in surprise.
"Huh?" Xiaoyu then noticed the little fat man next to him.
“Wang Zikai, it’s you.”
"You know each other, what a coincidence, brothers." The middle-aged man smiled at Meng Lang.
"Well! Dad, you don't know, Xiao Yu is so awesome. She always ranks first in the class." The little fat man's eyes shone with a light of admiration.
Middle-aged man: "..."
"Ahem! Brother, let's go first. It was a pleasure chatting with you!" Meng Lang said goodbye with a smile.
I promise not to be the first to "fight for a baby", but if I really fight for it, I have nothing to be afraid of!
Xiao Yu politely said goodbye to the two of them, then excitedly held Meng Lang's hand and walked home.
"Uncle, let's go shopping. I just asked the teacher for the recipe. You will definitely be satisfied with it!"
"Then I'm really looking forward to it."
The figures, one large and one small, gradually disappeared on the street corner, leaving only a middle-aged man with an unusually complex expression.
This feeling of losing completely...(End of Chapter)