I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 494 The World of Truman

The question popped into his mind again.

Why would an egoist like Lao Jintou suddenly show kindness and insist on sending Lin Zhenhe, who was still an earth-bound spirit, home?

At that time, this question troubled him for a long time, and now he turned his head around and reviewed what happened after he went to Beijing.

He was shocked to find that he seemed to be living in a script all the time.

Nengchen, Blacksmiths Guild, Shenhe Group, Lin Zhenhe, Lin Shouye, Lin Xiao, Xu Jing, at this moment, these people, these organizations formed a closed circle.

Wang Yuchuan was stunned.

He couldn't help looking at Xu Jing. If this was really the script of Old Jintou, then what purpose did he have in arranging Xu Jing to appear?
Wang Yuchuan's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Oh, and the heart of God.

At first Wang Yuchuan thought that Lao Jintou was forcing him, and he became a hungry ghost because he wanted to have unrivaled power.

Now he couldn't help becoming suspicious, secretly wondering whether the old Jintou had another purpose, and that purpose was the reason why the old Jintou really turned him into a hungry ghost.

Wang Yuchuan's eyes gradually brightened, and finally a bold guess appeared in his mind.

The final form of God's Heart will allow an ordinary person to gain the power of a hungry ghost in a short period of time.

The Blacksmiths Guild can even infiltrate the interior of Longbao, which is famous for its intelligence capabilities, so there's no reason why it doesn't know the existence of the Heart of God.

With his current vision, he could see the potential of the Heart of God, so there was no reason why the top executives of the Blacksmiths Guild would not pay attention to this thing.

Wang Yuchuan could easily massacre a group of immortal cultivators relying on immortality, could they also do this?

Wang Yuchuan faintly felt that he had become a weapon, a peerless sharp blade created to slaughter the entire group of immortal cultivators.

He should have thought of it earlier, he is the reincarnation of Zihui star.

The last reincarnation of Purple Hunchun Star was Zhou Wen Wang Jichang, but he launched a revolution.

Since then, the prehistoric generation has withdrawn from the stage of history.

The driving force behind all this is Lao Jintou.

The old Jintou said it himself, this is the task entrusted to him by the Heavenly Dao.

His presence is equated with change itself.

More and more clues that he missed gradually surfaced in his mind.

He thought again of Orleans.

That's right, he first heard the name from Lao Jintou.

He said he had a group of believers who were now working around Orleans.

Take a look, now Orleans, an island that stands in the Atlantic Ocean and is less than a province in China, has become a gathering place for pioneers in the field of biotechnology.

Who is driving all this?
The answer is self-evident.

Old Jintou, Lao Jintou is forcing him to become a sinner through the ages!

Wang Yuchuan raised his head and let out a long sigh, as if his chest was being pressed by a huge rock, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Xu Jing cast a caring look at him, and just about to ask, he stretched out his hand to hold Xu Jing in his arms, and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Why did you kiss me all of a sudden?" It was so sudden, Xu Jing was cold and shy.

Wang Yuchuan smiled: "It's nothing, I suddenly feel that you are so beautiful."

At this time, a team of medical staff came over and said they wanted to collect some raw biological data on Xu Jing.

Wang Yuchuan gently pushed her on the back: "Go."

After finishing speaking, Wang Yuchuan gave her an encouraging look.

Xu Jing hugged him for the last time, building up her courage, and followed the team of medical staff to a sterile isolation room.

She took off her clothes, and after a round of sterilization, she walked into the isolation room in the hospital gown prepared for her by the laboratory and lay down on the operating bed.

Several robotic arms protrude from under the operating bed, and various surgical instruments protrude from one end of the robotic arm.

Xu Jing looked at the dangling silver scalpel and couldn't help becoming nervous. Wang Yuchuan didn't leave, and stood in front of the isolation room with one hand in his pocket.

This gave Xu Jing more confidence. She closed her eyes, took a few breaths, and gradually relaxed her body.

The anesthesiologist looked at Wang Yuchuan through the isolation mask, Wang Yuchuan came back to his senses, and nodded slightly to him.

The anesthesiologist understood, operated the robotic arm, injected anesthesia for Xu Jing, and performed general anesthesia.

Xu Jing soon fell into a coma, and then the chief surgeon took over. He held the control handle with both hands and manipulated a mechanical arm to draw blood from Xu Jing's wrist vein.

Wang Yuchuan couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He still had something on his mind, so he turned and left, and came to the corridor.

There was a no-smoking sign on the wall on one side of the corridor. Wang Yuchuan stopped a passing nurse and asked where he could smoke.

The nurse knew a little Chinese, and she could basically understand what Wang Yuchuan said, so she led Wang Yuchuan to the door of the smoking room.

Wang Yuchuan thanked him, walked into the smoking room, closed the door, hesitated for a moment, then locked the door behind him.

After finishing all this, he went straight to the sofa and sat down.

There are more than a dozen boxes of foreign brands of cigarettes and even a box of cigars on the coffee table.

Sure enough, the money is in place, and the service is comprehensive.

Wang Yuchuan smiled, but still pulled out his Xuanhe door.

"Old Jintou, come out."

"what?"

As soon as Wang Yuchuan finished speaking, the old golden head appeared in the air.

Sitting beside Wang Yuchuan, he rubbed his hands excitedly looking at the dazzling array of foreign brands of cigarettes in front of him.

"You just don't know how to enjoy it. You can buy it everywhere in Xuanhemen, but cigarettes here are not common. Come, try it?"

As he spoke, he casually picked up a pack of cigarettes, tore open the package, and handed a cigarette to Wang Yuchuan.

Wang Yuchuan shrugged, raised the Xuanhe door in his hand: "It's still more comfortable to smoke this one, here, there are still cigars over there."

As Wang Yuchuan said, he glanced at the exquisite cigar box.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Old Jintou casually threw the box of cigarettes in his hand on the coffee table, hugged the cigar box in his arms like a pervert, opened the lid, took out a cigar and put it under his nose to smell it.

Wang Yuchuan watched him silently from the sidelines.

The old Jintou was very satisfied with the cigar, and hurriedly picked up the golden cigar cutter on the box.

Cut off one end, then picked up the kerosene lighter, and slowly roasted the end that was cut off by him.

He didn't put the cigar in his mouth until the tobacco leaves were completely lit, and let the mellow tobacco smell flow into his windpipe.

"The cigars still taste good enough."

Old Jintou's face became rosy, and his exhaustion disappeared. He leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes beautifully.

(End of this chapter)