My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 303 Immortal
"Ha~"

Yan Weiwei yawned and walked out of the room, just as she raised her hand to knock on Lin Haitang's door opposite, the door was opened.

"Ok?"

"Uh……"

The eyes of the three people met, and the air was instantly quiet...

It wasn't until Xiao Yu emerged from behind the two of them that Yan Weiwei's strange expression eased a little.

"Sister Weiwei, you're up too, we're going to ask you to have breakfast together." Xiao Yu obviously hasn't noticed the delicate atmosphere at the scene.

"Oh! I was so tired yesterday that I somehow fell asleep on the sofa.

Needless to say, the sofa in this five-star hotel is more comfortable to sleep on than the bed. "Meng Lang explained with some embarrassment.

"Mmm!" Lin Haitang looked very calm, and nodded in affirmation.

"Hehe! So that's the case. If you don't tell me, I almost thought that the room we booked was a parent-child suite." Yan Weiwei looked at the two of them.

rash:"……"

Lin Haitang: "..."

"Cough! Let's go to the dining room first, and I'll go back to the room to get something."

"Uncle, hurry up!"

"it is good!"

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.

"Haitang, is it voluntary?"

"what?"

Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted with a big blush, "What are you talking about!"

"Okay...it doesn't seem to be forced, so I'm relieved."

"Yan Weiwei!"

"Originally, look, yesterday I was just forced to help, and I could only ask for help, but today you two came out of the same room...

According to the bloody plots of those TV dramas, it is safe for you to sacrifice your life for righteousness, right? " Yan Weiwei said with a smirk.

Lin Haitang rolled her eyes.

"I sacrificed my life for righteousness? Why don't you say that you betrayed your friends for glory?"

"Uh……"

……

Meng Lang returned to his room and took out the book in his arms - "Little Love Songs".

Well, the original intention of "I" should be to ask Lin Haitang to write a "business trip report", but she ended up writing an emotional documentary...

I don't know if I'm making a profit or a loss?
Therefore, the brain circuits of women and men are really different.

Picking up this book again, Meng Lang felt a little guilty. After all, this is a pure girl's rich emotional journey that is unknown to outsiders...

Am I voyeurism?
Shouldn't it count?How can a scholar's business be considered stealing?Besides, I'm still the main character...

Um!I'm just gathering information!

Opening the book, when I saw the black and white photo of myself, I still couldn't help twitching the corners of my mouth.

Looking at my posthumous photos by myself, this experience is like no one else.

But just from the young self in the photo, it can be seen that the death time of "myself" should not be too late, and it is another classic case of dying halfway.

[If Duan Xian didn't pay attention, I wouldn't be infected with multiple complex viruses, this is life...]

In the eyes of outsiders, such an explanation of the cause of death was a bit vague, but to meng lang, this passage contained a lot of information.

Duan Xian brought a variety of complex viruses, causing him to suffer from "acute viral encephalitis", which should be the real cause of his death.

If this wasn't an accident, then the murderer was already imminent. Meng Lang inexplicably thought of the "cockroach extermination medicine" he usually bought.

Commonly used cockroach-killing medicines often only kill one or two cockroaches.

However, the effective cockroach extermination medicine, after a cockroach is tricked, will soon bring the poison to its own lair, causing a group of cockroaches to be poisoned to death...

Obviously, Duan Xiaoxian was the leading cockroach who was unfortunately "successful".

"Is it exposed..." He sighed in his heart.

Although I don't know which part of my plan went wrong in this episode, but it must be to spy on Chaoge's information so I took a risk and ended up overturning.

After all, foreign military orders are not accepted. The specific situation is 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 caught Meng Lang's attention.

[Don't be sad, I knew that day when I climbed the mountain, there will be such a day sooner or later, in fact, living too long may not be a good thing for me. 】

How can this last sentence have a strange sense of "going to die willingly"?

Moreover, he remembered that there was also such a sentence in "Story of the Stone".

[Life is mediocre, so it is short and long, but it does not mean that the prosperity and decline are countless, and the gains and losses are incalculable.

For me, living long is a victory, but for you, that may not be the case...]

Plus this time, it is already the second time.

What does it mean when two brothers say something that almost means the same thing at the same time?
Does this mean that as one's "self" gradually realizes the core point of "everything from yesterday, everything becomes me today".

It has also made the brothers realize that the longer their "life" is, the greater the impact on themselves, and correspondingly, the greater the pressure on themselves?
The current self is like a water tank.

Many brothers are pouring water into it, each person pours a bucket, some pour more, some pour less.

However, one day it will fill up anyway.

Theoretically, if there are fewer people pouring, the number of times that can be poured will be more, and if there are more people pouring, the corresponding number of times will be less.

Selfish people will only consider letting themselves pour a little more, no matter if it is red or black, the water tank will naturally be dominated by my color.

A more selfless person will think more, because he knows that if he pours too much, the water will be full soon, so that everyone can only finish playing together in the end...

From a certain point of view, they are a relationship of cooperation and competition.

Life is busy, so short and long are discussed, but there are countless prosperity and decline, and gains and losses are hard to measure...

It's 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 I have enough brains and everyone does not need to worry about resource allocation.

If I really can't hold on in the future...

Either stop reading and be at the mercy of fate, or reduce the number of readings, or... persuade brothers to die early and pass birth early to prolong their "service life" as much as possible?
The last bad idea, if you don't handle it well, maybe the brothers will start an uprising...

The zero-sum game tests internal unity the most, and resource allocation is the easiest to provoke internal conflicts.

Relatively speaking, the second method is the most reliable.

Forget it, when the time comes, reading one, three, five, and laying down two, four, and six will not work...

Then I can only shake the number...

Every month on the 15th day of the month, during the holidays, just open the book and have fun?
well!How can it be so difficult to think about hanging your head and stabbing your butt, quietly reading a book a day...

Meng Lang shook his head, not thinking about this tangled issue for the time being, he directly flipped to the end of the book...

"Lotus Qingwen Recipe"!
"Hui Yang Nine Needles Method"!
One is an antiviral traditional Chinese medicine formula, which lists dozens of Chinese medicinal materials and their corresponding proportions.

One is acupuncture and moxibustion techniques, drawing a diagram of the meridians of the human body and extremely complicated acupuncture techniques.

The author's signature is "Lin Xiaoyu".

"This executive power... is really good enough!"

Meng Lang smiled and expressed the same emotion as Lin Haitang.

Looking at the "Hui Yang Nine Needles Method" diagram of the meridians of the human body, Meng Lang slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, my eyes were completely empty...

……

Two hours later.

Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain in Anxi City, Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum.

"Everyone says that if you don't see the pyramids, you don't really have been to Egypt, and if you don't see the Terracotta Warriors, you don't really have been to Anxi...

Now, what we are facing is Pit No. [-] of the Terracotta Warriors Museum, and in the pit is the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses known as the "Eighth Wonder of the World".

According to speculation, more than 1 terracotta warriors and horses will be unearthed from Pit No. 6000 after all the excavations..."

"Wow! That's amazing!" Xiao Yu stared at the huge and mighty army formation with wide eyes.

Meng Lang and the others praised him again and again.

It is really hard to imagine how the ancients built such a huge underground palace and terracotta warriors in the era of low productivity more than 2000 years ago.

Time can change, but there will always be the footprints of the pioneers.

Here are the Terracotta Warriors who have gathered under the First Emperor's Underground Palace for more than [-] years.

The Qin Dynasty on the ground has come to an end.

But time beneath the earth stretches itself in the tunnels of the pit, where empires have no end...

In the glass display case of the museum, there are more than [-] pieces of Qin bamboo slips recording the life of the pre-Qin people.

Petty officials and civilians are stored in the ruler slips, which can be read, understood, and imagined. Between the ruler slips, one can see the lives and times illuminated by the bright moon of Qin Dynasty...

That's the beauty of history.

After shopping for more than an hour, they came to a rest area for tourists.

"There are grilled sausages there! I'll buy two!" Yan Weiwei smelled the aroma and looked for it.

Meng Lang looked at an ice cream seller next to him, and took out an ice cream from the freezer.

"Xiao Yu, here it is!"

"Thank you uncle!"

Xiao Yu took the ice cream and ate it happily, a little bit of it on the corner of her lips.

"It's all eaten like a little cat." Meng Lang smiled and took out a tissue and wiped it for Xiao Yu.

Suddenly felt something strange behind him, turned his head to look over, and found that Lin Haitang just looked away, looking as if nothing had happened.

rash:"……"

He took out two more ice creams, handed one of them 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 she looked at Meng Lang in disbelief.

This guy can read minds?
"How...how is it possible!" Lin Haitang turned her head.

"Hehe!" Meng Lang didn't care, and wanted to scan the QR code to pay, but Lin Haitang also stretched out his phone.

"I and Xiao Yu's will pay for it myself. If we come out to play, it's still AA."

A look of rejection.

Seeing the strange gaze of the boss opposite, Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Is this your last stubbornness?

Ah!woman……

"Master! What's the matter with you, Master?"

At this moment, a somewhat anxious voice suddenly came from not far away.

Several people immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of tourists gathered together, as if something happened.

"what's wrong?"

"It seems that someone has a sudden illness."

"Fight 120!"

Holding two grilled sausages in her hand, Yan Weiwei, who just came back, also noticed the commotion not far away, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Huh? Why do you hear the sound, it seems familiar."

Isn't it an acquaintance!
The world is really small...

"Come on, let's go and have a look." Yan Weiwei walked towards the crowd first.

When everyone went over to see the two people in the crowd clearly, except for Meng Lang, they all showed surprise.

"Li Lei!?"

I saw Master Li lying in Li Lei's arms, holding his chest and gasping for breath, as if he had 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 turned pale.

After a while, a staff member of the museum hurried over with a medical kit.

But the one who came was obviously half-baked.

It may be okay to stop the bleeding and do some basic first aid, but how to treat this kind of internal heart and lung injury?
"Do you understand or not! Find a way to save my master! 120! 120!"

Li Lei roared with red eyes.

"I've already called, 120 will be here soon, but it will take 10 minutes to come here."

"10 minutes? Why did it take so long! Master... Master, hold on!"

However, Master Li's complexion has gradually turned livid, and his lips have turned black and cyanotic.

Even ordinary people can tell that Master Li's situation is not good.

"May I ask if there are any doctors or nurses among the tourists present?"

The staff checked for a long time but couldn't see what was wrong with Master Li, so they had no choice but to ask for help inside the venue.

"Yes! Is there a doctor! Is there a doctor among you! Whoever wants to save my master, I, Li Lei, will be rewarded! 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 answered.

Just when Master Li's situation was getting worse and Li Lei was burning with anxiety, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"How about... let me try."

Li Lei was overjoyed, he followed the prestige, but was stunned when he saw the speaker.

"It's you!?"

Under the astonished gazes of Yan Weiwei and the others, Meng Lang pushed aside the crowd and came straight to Master Li.

Since he decided to save people, he didn't talk nonsense, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, spread it out, and took out a silver needle for acupuncture.

"You...you know medical skills?" Li Lei was surprised when he saw this.

"I know a thing or two, it seems that your master should have relapsed from an old injury, blocking the meridians of the lungs."

"Can that save my master?" Li Lei seemed to be grasping at the last straw.

"Well... let's see his luck."

Li Lei: "..."

Meng Lang picked up the needle, closed his eyes and began to feel it.

When he said luck, he really meant it literally.

I just turned on overclocking, and remembered the entire "Huiyang Nine Needles Method" in my mind.

If this can be triggered by the scene, if you find the feeling by yourself, and you have acupuncture skills, then there is still a glimmer of hope, if you don't feel it... then it's useless.

Huiyang Nine Needles belongs to the first aid method of acupuncture and moxibustion, which also has the function of regulating the body.

Whether it's treating illnesses and saving lives, or dealing with various emergencies, it is also an extremely useful skill for meng lang's troubled physique.

Presumably, the one that Xiao Yu could choose carefully would definitely not be something ordinary...

After a while...

When he opened his eyes again, with firm eyes, he slowly stabbed 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 thankfully took Master Li, who had recovered his breathing, into the ambulance.

Everyone stared at meng lang in surprise.

"Where did you get the needle from?" Yan Weiwei stared at him suspiciously.

"Isn't it common sense to bring a first aid kit when you come out to play?"

Everyone: "..."

We are not going to survive in the wild!

This is the basic common sense of which country...

Of course, Meng Lang couldn't say that he bought it at Tongrentang just this morning.

"Then you can't say that you can do it with medical skills, right? You are a jingle cat mixed with humans! You want to become whatever you want..."

Yesterday was still "No. [-] in the world", but today it suddenly became "rejuvenation".

One talent per day?

"Hehe! This is the benefit of studying, don't be jealous of the scumbags!"

"Hee hee! Anyway, I now feel that you are omnipotent, uncle. I admire you so much." Xiao Yu looked like a fan.

"Yeah, look, it's also stronger than myself.

Why do we sometimes envy and sometimes worship?
This involves a kind of psychology.

Worship from a distance, jealousy from a distance.

Unreachable worship, attainable envy.

Envy with conflicts of interest, worship without conflicts of interest. "

Meng Lang thought of his black and white photos, couldn't help sighing, and pointed 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 this chapter)