I really don't want to be famous anymore

Chapter 83 What Bad Ideas Does the System Have?
Hearing the sound, the man raised his head, looked at Ji Xian with a smile, and said, "What's wrong?"

Ji Xian said: "Cough, my head is a little dizzy, I feel weak all over, maybe I have a cold, just get me some medicine for the cold."

He moved a chair and sat down, patted his drowsy head, he couldn't concentrate, he felt that the world in his eyes was spinning, and he seemed to be in a huge whirlpool, unable to get out.

The doctor who saw the doctor shook his head and said, "You can't prescribe medicines casually. You can only know what's wrong with you after a diagnosis."

He opened the drawer, took out a thermometer and handed it to Ji Xian, saying, "Take your temperature first to see if you have a fever."

Ji Xian obeyed the instructions honestly. For a serious matter like illness, it was better to listen to the doctor. After all, he was a professional.

The man walked out of the cash register, holding a flashlight and a cotton swab in his hand, came to Ji Xian, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Open your mouth, ah, your throat may be inflamed."

"I think so too."

Ji Xian opened his mouth, the man pressed his tongue with a cotton swab, and shone a flashlight down his throat. After the diagnosis was completed, the man threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and said calmly: "Tonsils are inflamed, it's a small problem, maybe the wind has blown a lot recently. Now, come down and pay attention, don't go out if you have nothing to do, and wear more clothes."

"Okay, thank you." Ji Xian said politely.

A few minutes later, the body temperature came out, and it was 38 degrees, and I had a fever.

The man shook the thermometer and walked to the pharmacy to get medicine, leaving Ji Xian waiting at the front desk.

Ji Xian's illness is not very serious, it's a normal cold and fever, just take some medicine and he'll be fine, it's not a serious illness.

After grabbing the medicine, the man threw the plastic bag containing the medicine in front of Ji Xian, and said, "Three times a day, three days' worth, 40 yuan."

Ji Xian frowned, forty was much more expensive than what he sold in his previous life.

After paying the money, he didn't stay long, and walked to the door. When he was about to go out, he stopped suddenly and asked, "Doctor, what's the name of the website where you just read the novel?"

The man continued to read novels, and replied without raising his head: "Destining Novels.com, the world's largest collection of Chinese novels."

Ji Xian thanked him and slandered in his mind: "Terminus novel, why is this so similar to a certain name in my own world?"

After picking up the medicine, he went all the way back to Jinxiu Weiyang. It was too cold outside, the wind was as strong as a knife, the sky was dark, and it was suspected that it was going to rain.

He has caught a cold, and if he continues to struggle, his body will definitely not be able to hold on. If he comes to the pharmacy today, he will go to the big hospital tomorrow in all likelihood.

Deng Yuan stood guard at the gate of the security booth, and when he saw the shameless man come back, he said sarcastically, "Hey, the patient came back so soon? What's wrong, can he die?"

He was very unhappy about Ji Xian calling him to clean up.

Ji Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Is this what people say? Old Deng, we are colleagues who have worked together for so long, and you actually expect me to die. Is your conscience fed up?"

Deng Yuan felt at ease and had no sense of guilt, "Don't impose cause and effect. I never said I expected you to die."

Ji Xian snorted coldly, took the medicine and went straight into the security booth, poured water on it, poured the water over and over again with two cups, until the temperature of the water became normal temperature, took out a pack of medicine at random, and looked up. After drinking it all, a bitter taste filled his mouth, and his face was slightly ferocious.

"It's really hard, hey, I didn't expect that I would be sick this day."

He felt it, he almost forgot how long he hadn’t taken medicine, he used to soak his feet in hot water when he was sick, or sleep with a quilt all night, and he would be safe the next day when he got up, now blow some wind , it won't work if it rains.

People are old and useless.

To be on the safe side, Ji Xian put on his military overcoat and rested inside without leaving the house.

Deng Yuan has a strong body, and his physical fitness has always been good. He is not afraid of getting sick. He sits outside and plays games alone.

"Calling ghosts, scolding, I'm tired of listening."

Ji Xian yelled towards the outside of the room, and Deng Yuan said unconvinced: "None of your business, has it offended you? If you don't want to hear it, just plug your ears."

The smell of gunpowder radiated, and the air was quiet for a while, like the calm before the storm.

"Old Deng, are you looking for death?"

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and Ji Xian ran out murderously with a broom in his hand, his hair fluttering, and he looked unwilling to give up if he didn't kill someone.

The corners of Deng Yuan's eyes twitched crazily, he turned around and ran away without saying much, not daring to stay for a second longer, for fear that he would be killed if he was too late.

Ji Xian stamped his feet, looked at the man who had escaped ten meters away, and said loudly: "If you have the ability, don't come back, come back and see if I can get you."

He turned around and walked back. Halfway there, Deng Yuan shouted from behind him: "If you don't go back, you won't go back. Who is afraid of whom?"

"Wori, you are awesome."

Ji Xian clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and went back to the house, put the broom back where it was, and got down to business.

writing a novel!
That's right, writing a novel.

This is the inspiration he got from the doctor when he went to buy medicine. As for why he wrote it, it was all to promote the movie. He planned to write multiple novels at the same time, including "Sniper Phone Booth".

After downloading the terminal hour net that the good doctor said, as well as the necessary writer's helper for uploading novel chapters, he fell into deep thought, thinking about which novels should be written better.

"Oops, it's been too long, I can't remember the plot of the novel I read."

He was thinking about it and suddenly found a fatal problem, his face turned ashen, and his hope was shattered.

Can't remember the plot clearly and still write a fart, the writing style fluctuates up and down, readers must suspect that it is a ghostwriter?

No, there has to be a solution.

Ji Xian thought hard and found the system, eager for the system to provide some help.

"Brother, are you there? In addition to selling these luxury goods, does the mall you run sell things that the poor can afford?"

The system was woken up, and said: "It seems that you and I don't understand the game well enough, can't you see the big switch in the lower right corner of the mall?"

Ji Xian was stunned, he called out the shopping mall, and stared at it, his eyes almost popped out before he saw the switch button that the system said.

The icon is big, indeed big, similar to Nima ants.

He deeply doubted that if he didn't ask, the system would never tell him that the mall could be switched.

The world is dark, not only people are bad, but even high-tech products like systems are full of bad water, what else can he say?
After successfully switching the mall, the interface has a completely new look, and the items sold are different, and there are more product categories and independent searches, which are completely different from before.

Ji Xian was amazed, and glanced at the products in front of him. The prices ranged from high to low, and he could afford them.

(End of this chapter)