Chapter 303 Immortality
“Ha~”
Yan Weiwei yawned and walked out of the room. As soon as she raised her hand to knock on Lin Haitang’s door opposite, the door was opened.
"Huh?"
"Uh..."
The three people looked at each other, and the air was momentarily quiet...
It wasn't until Xiaoyu popped up from behind the two of them that Yan Weiwei's unusually weird expression calmed down a little.
"Sister Weiwei, you're up too. We were planning to ask you to have breakfast together." Xiao Yu obviously hadn't noticed the subtle atmosphere at the scene yet.
“Oh! I was so tired yesterday that I somehow fell asleep on the sofa.
Don’t tell me, the sofa in this five-star hotel is more comfortable than the bed.” Meng Lang explained awkwardly.
"Yes!" Lin Haitang looked very calm and nodded in affirmation.
"Haha! So that's it. If you didn't tell me, I almost thought the room we booked was a parent-child suite." Yan Weiwei looked at the two of them.
Meng Lang: "..."
Lin Haitang: "..."
"Ahem! You guys go to the restaurant first, and I'll go back to the room to get something."
"Uncle, hurry up!"
"Okay!"
When Meng Lang entered his room next door, Yan Weiwei immediately pulled Lin Haitang aside and asked in a low voice with a strange expression.
"Begonia, is this voluntary?"
"What?"
Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized and blushed, "What did you say!"
"Okay...it doesn't seem to be forced, so I'm relieved."
“Yan Weiwei!”
“Originally, You see, yesterday I was forced to have no choice but to ask for help. As a result, the two of you came out of the same room today...
This should be done according to the bloody plots of those TV series. You sacrificed your life for justice, right?" Yan Weiwei said with a bad smile.
Lin Haitang rolled his eyes at her.
"I sacrificed my life for justice? Why didn't you say that you betrayed your friends for glory?"
"Uh..."
...
Meng Lang Go back to the room and take out the book in your arms - "Little Love Song".
Well, "I"'s original intention was to ask Lin Haitang to write a "business trip report", but she ended up writing it into an emotional documentary...
I don't know if I am making a profit or a loss. Already?
So, the brain circuits of women and men are really completely different.
Picking up this book again, Meng Lang felt quite guilty. After all, this is the rich emotional journey of a pure girl that is unknown to outsiders...
I am Is this considered voyeurism?
It shouldn’t count, right? How can something done by a scholar be considered stealing? Besides, I’m still the leading actor...
Hmm! I'm just collecting information!
Opening the book, when I saw the black and white photo of myself, I couldn't help but twitch my lips.
Looking at your own posthumous photos is an experience no one else can have.
But just from the photo of my young self, I can tell that the time of death of "myself" should not be too late. It is another classic case of dying prematurely.
[If Duan Xian hadn't been careful, I wouldn't have been infected with multiple complex viruses. This is fate...]
In the eyes of outsiders, this explanation of the cause of death is somewhat unclear, but for Meng Lang This passage contains a lot of information.
The multiple complex viruses brought by Duan Xian caused him to suffer from "acute viral encephalitis", which should be the real cause of his death.
If this was not an accident, then the murderer was already out, and Meng Lang inexplicably thought of the "cockroach killer medicine" he usually bought.
Cockroach killers with ordinary effects can only kill one or two cockroaches.
But with the most effective cockroach-killing medicine, once a cockroach is infected, it will quickly bring the poison to its own nest, causing a group of cockroaches to be poisoned to death...
Obviously, Duan Xiaoxian is that one The unfortunate cockroach leading the way.
"Has it been exposed..." He sighed in his heart.
Although I don’t know which part of my plan went wrong in this episode, I must have taken the risk in order to spy on Chaoge’s intelligence, and ended up overturning.
After all, military orders abroad are subject to certain restrictions. The specific circumstances are different, and everyone will have their own judgment.
This ending can only be said to be unexpected and expected.
But there was a sentence at the end of this paragraph that made Meng Lang quite concerned.
【Don't be sad, I knew on the day I climbed the mountain that one day would come sooner or later. In fact, living too long may not be a good thing for me. 】
Why does this last sentence have a strange and inconsistent feeling of "die willingly".
Moreover, he remembered that there was also such a sentence in "The Story of the Stone".
[Life is a busy life, but it is short and long, but there are countless ups and downs, and gains and losses are difficult to measure.
For me, living longer is victory, but for you, that may not be the case...]
Including this time, this is already the second time.
What does it mean when two brothers say something with almost the same meaning at the same time?
Does this mean that as one's own "self" gradually realizes the core point of "everything yesterday has become the present self".
It has also made the brothers realize that the longer their "life" is, the greater the impact it will have on them, and correspondingly, the greater the pressure will be on them?
I am like a water tank now.
Many brothers are pouring water into it, one person pours a bucket, some pour more, some pour less.
However, no matter what, it will be full one day.
Theoretically, if everyone pours less, the number of pours that can be poured will be more; if everyone pours more, the corresponding number of pours will be fewer.
A selfish person will only consider letting himself pour more water. No matter it is red or black, the water tank will naturally be dominated by my color.
The more selfless person will consider more, because he knows that if he pours too much, the water will be full soon, so in the end everyone can only finish playing together...
From a certain From this perspective, they are a cooperative and competitive relationship.
Life is so busy that it is short and long, but it is hard to measure the gains and losses...
The gains and losses are hard to measure...
Meng Lang frowned slightly.
Although this contradiction is not prominent now, after all, the impact on me is still very limited, but that is when my brain is enough and everyone does not need to worry about resource allocation.
If you really can't hold on anymore in the future...
Either stop reading and let fate dictate, or reduce the number of times you read, or... advise brothers to die early and be born early to extend their "use" as much as possible life"?
This last bad idea, if not handled properly, might lead to an uprising among the brothers...
A zero-sum game most tests internal unity, and resource allocation is most likely to provoke internal conflicts.
Relatively speaking, the second method is the most reliable.
That’s all, if it doesn’t work to study on 1, 3, 5, or 2, 4, or 6 to lie down...
Then we can only draw numbers...
On the 10th day of every lunar month Five, during the holidays, just open a book and have fun?
well! Why is it so difficult to think about how to read a book in peace and quiet every day...
Meng Lang shook his head and ignored this tangled problem for the time being. He turned directly to the end of the book. ...
"Lotus Qingwen Prescription"!
"Nine Acupuncture Methods of Huiyang"!
One is an anti-viral Chinese medicine formula, which lists dozens of Chinese medicinal materials and their corresponding proportions.
One is about acupuncture techniques, with a human body meridian diagram and extremely complex acupuncture techniques.
The author's signature is "Lin Xiaoyu".
“This execution ability... is really good!”
Meng Lang smiled and expressed the same emotion as Lin Haitang.
Looking at the human body meridian diagram of the "Nine Acupuncture Methods of Returning Yang", Meng Lang slowly closed his eyes.
When I opened it again, my eyes were completely motionless...
...
Two hours later.
Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain, Anxi City.
“Everyone says that if you don’t see the pyramids, you haven’t really been to Egypt, and if you don’t see the Qin Terracotta Warriors, you haven’t really been to Anxi...
Now, what we are facing is Pit No. 1 of the Qin Terracotta Warriors Museum. In the pit is the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses, known as the "eighth wonder of the world".
According to speculation, after all excavations are completed, more than 6,000 terracotta warriors and horses will be unearthed in Pit 1 alone..."
"Wow! So awesome! "Xiaoyu stared with big eyes, looking at the mighty and tidy huge military formation with a look of amazement.
Meng Lang and the others also praised repeatedly.
It is really unimaginable that the productivity of more than two thousand years ago How did the ancients build such a huge underground palace and terracotta warriors in the humble era?
Time may change the world, but it will always leave the footprints of the pioneers.
Here are the Qin Terracotta Warriors that have been gathered under the underground palace of the First Emperor for more than 2,000 years.
The Qin Dynasty on the ground has come to an end.
But time under the earth extends itself in the pits and tunnels, and the empire here has no end...
In the glass display cabinet of the museum, there are three records of the life of the pre-Qin people. More than 7,400 Qin bamboo slips.
The petty officials and common people exist on the rulers and tablets, which can be read, understood, and imagined. Between the rulers and tablets, one can see the lives and time illuminated by the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty...
This is the charm of history.
Everyone walked around for more than an hour and came to a tourist rest area.
"There are grilled sausages there! I'll buy two!" Yan Weiwei went over after smelling the aroma.
Meng Lang looked at an ice cream seller next to him and took out a stick of ice cream from the freezer.
"Xiaoyu, here it is!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
Xiaoyu took the ice cream and took a delicious bite, a little of it getting to the corner of his lips.
"It turned into a little cat after eating it." Meng Lang smiled and took out a paper towel and wiped it with Xiao Yu.
Suddenly I felt something strange behind me. I turned around and saw that Lin Haitang had just looked away with a nonchalant look on his face.
Meng Lang: "..."
Took out two more ice cream sticks, handed one to Lin Haitang, and asked in a low voice with a smile.
"Hey! Are you jealous of Xiao Yu?"
Lin Haitang's expression froze and he looked at Meng Lang in disbelief.
This guy can read minds?
"How...how is it possible!" Lin Haitang turned his head.
"Haha!" Meng Lang didn't care and wanted to go over and scan the QR code to pay, but Lin Haitang also stretched out his phone.
"Xiaoyu and I will pay for it ourselves. Let's go out to play, let's go AA."
Looking like a person who is far away from others.
Seeing the strange look from the boss opposite, Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.
Is this your last act of stubbornness?
Ha! Woman...
"Master! Master, what's wrong with you?"
At this moment, an anxious voice suddenly came from not far away.
A few people immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of tourists gathered together, as if something had happened.
"What's wrong?"
"It seems that someone has a sudden illness."
"Call 120 quickly!"
Holding two sausages in his hand, he just came back Yan Weiwei also noticed the commotion not far away and looked a little confused.
“Huh? The voice sounds familiar.”
Aren’t they just acquaintances!
The world is really a little small...
"Let's go over and have a look." Yan Weiwei walked towards the crowd first.
When everyone went over to see the two people in the crowd, except for Meng Lang, they all looked surprised.
“Li Lei!?”
I saw Master Li lying in Li Lei's arms, holding his chest and panting, seemingly having difficulty breathing.
"Master, how are you? Don't scare me!" Li Lei stroked Master Li's chest anxiously.
But Master Li was completely speechless. His breathing was like a bellows, violent and rapid, and his face had turned pale.
After a while, a museum staff member hurried over with a medical kit.
But it was obvious that he was a dabbler.
It might be okay to stop the bleeding and do some basic first aid. How to treat this kind of internal cardiopulmonary injury?
"Do you understand or not! Find a way to save my master! 120! 120!"
Li Lei shouted with red eyes.
"I've already called. 120 will be here soon, but it will take ten minutes anyway."
"Ten minutes? Why does it take so long! Master... Master, hold on. ! ”
However, Master Li's complexion gradually turned livid, and his lips turned black and cyanotic.
Even ordinary people can tell that something is wrong with Master Li.
"Is there a doctor or nurse among the tourists present?"
The staff checked for a long time but could not figure out what was wrong with Master Li. They had no choice but to ask for help inside the venue.
"Yes! Is there a doctor! Is there a doctor among you! Whoever is willing to save my master, I, Li Lei, will be rewarded generously! Doctor! Is there a doctor?!"
Li Lei was reminded and immediately yelled at the crowd.
But everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one responded.
Just when Master Li's situation was getting worse and Li Lei was getting anxious, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"How about... let me give it a try."
Li Lei was overjoyed and looked around, but was stunned when he saw the speaker.
"Is it you!?"
While Yan Weiwei and others looked at her in astonishment, Meng Lang pushed through the crowd and went straight to Master Li.
Since he decided to save people, he didn't waste any time. He took out a small cloth bag from his arms, spread it out, and took out a silver needle for acupuncture.
"You...you still know medical skills?" Li Lei was surprised when he saw this.
“I know a little bit, but it seems that your master’s old injury has relapsed and blocked the meridians in his lungs.”
"Can you save my master?" Li Lei seemed to have grasped the last straw.
"Well...it depends on his luck."
Li Lei: "..."
Meng Lang picked up the needle, closed his eyes and started to feel it.
When he said it depends on luck, he really meant it literally.
I just turned on overclocking and remembered the entire "Nine Acupuncture Methods of Returning to Yang" in my mind.
If this can be triggered by the scene, find the feeling by oneself, and have acupuncture skills, then there is still a glimmer of hope. If there is no feeling... then it is in vain.
Huiyang Nine Needles is an acupuncture first aid method that also has the function of regulating the body.
Whether it is to treat illnesses and save people, or to deal with various emergencies, it is also an extremely useful skill for Meng Lang's troubled physique.
Thinking about it, the one that Xiaoyu can choose carefully will definitely not be an ordinary product...
After a while...
When he opened his eyes again, with firm eyes he slowly pierced the silver needle in his hand towards Master Li's chest...
Twist, wipe, shake ...
In Li Lei’s surprised eyes.
After three injections, Master Li’s breathing miraculously stabilized...
...
Ten minutes later, Li Lei thanked Master Li and took Master Li, whose breathing had stabilized, into the ambulance.
Everyone stared at Meng Lang in surprise.
"Where did you...get the needle?" Yan Weiwei stared at him suspiciously.
“Isn’t it common sense to bring a first aid kit when you go out to play?”
Everyone: "..."
We are not going to the wild to survive!
Which country is this basic common sense...
Of course Meng Lang can't say that he just went to Tongrentang to buy this in the morning.
"Then you can't say that you can do medicine, right? You are just a jingle cat among humans! You can become whatever you want..."
Yesterday it was "No. 1 in the world", but today it suddenly became "Mr. Rejuvenation".
One talent a day?
"Haha! This is the benefit of studying. Don't be jealous of the scumbag!"
"Hehe! Anyway, now I think you are omnipotent, uncle. I admire you so much. "Xiao Yu looked obsessed with girls.
“Yes, you see, he is also better than himself.
Why is there sometimes jealousy and sometimes admiration?
This involves a kind of psychology.
Adoration from afar, jealousy from near.
Worship that is out of reach, jealousy that is within reach.
Jealousy with conflict of interest, admiration without conflict of interest. ”
Meng Lang thought of his black and white photos and couldn't help but sigh, pointing to a portrait of Qin Shihuang hanging not far away.
"Of course, if you can hang it on the wall... then it will be immortal." (End of Chapter)