After the disaster

Sick people always don't sleep well. This day at five o'clock in the morning, the patient in 511 woke up. He tilted his head and looked at the misty sky outside the window, with infinite nostalgia in his heart.

He knew that he had been infected with the virus from the south, and the medical profession has no treatment for his disease at all. He can only be a dead horse doctor, experimenting with various drugs one by one. In the past two days, he felt that he His body is getting worse and worse, and his vitality is passing away unstoppably. He knows that the time of death is approaching...

"Are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Beside him, his wife also half sat up from the accompanying bed at this time.

"Can't sleep." The voice of the man on the bed was weak.

How much nostalgia does he have in his heart? He is not yet forty. A few days ago, he and his wife planned to try their best to have a child when life gets better. Well, he is about to die, what should this woman do in the future?

"Ah!" At this moment, his wife suddenly exclaimed, and the man turned his head with difficulty, and saw his wife's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the bedside table next to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This... this..." His wife stammered, she locked the door when she was sleeping last night, who can come in?This is the fifth floor!Also, those four words!What do they mean?

"Ahem, what's the matter?" The man propped himself up on his arms with difficulty, stretched his neck and looked at the bedside table beside him.

"Should I ask the doctor?" His wife had already got off the accompanying bed at this time, and she was a little at a loss for a while. The four words were like the devil waving to it, and she had infinite thoughts in her heart. Yearning, but also very afraid, is this really life?Could it be...

"Don't go!" The man grabbed his wife's wrist with such strength that a person who has been bedridden for many days should have at all. He looked up at the woman who had been with him for many years and said, "Don't go."

"But, but..." His wife's eyes wandered, struggling fiercely in her heart.

"If you go there, it will be gone!" The man's voice was hoarse, panting heavily.

At this time, if this pill is known to others, how can it be kept? There are so many ambitious researchers, so many powerful and powerful infected people, how can he let him say it? No.

His life was about to disappear, and at this moment, there was a glimmer of life in front of him, whether it was a life-saving elixir or a murderous poison, he had to take a gamble.

If he wins the bet, he wins the rest of his life in the next few decades, and if he loses the bet, it will only be the last few days of his life.

In the end, they didn't tell anyone. The wife picked up the water glass and quietly handed the pill to her husband, with tears streaming down her eyes.

Watching her husband swallow the pill, the wife went to the bathroom to get a rag and wiped off the pen oil on the table.On this day, he and she secretly poured all the medicines delivered by Hushi into the toilet. When hanging the bottle, she also secretly pulled out the needle from the back of his husband's hand and inserted it into a piece of paper after the doctors and nurses left. on a dry towel, and wrapped the towel around his husband's hand.

These medicines did not help her husband at all. She looked at the medicine list, and it was exactly the same as the previous two days. It seemed that even the doctor had given up.

On Qiu Cheng's side, after he came back from the third hospital last night, he was basically certain in his heart that the "jiebaidu" he had refined could definitely cure that man.

Although the process of refining this kind of elixir is extremely cumbersome and requires a lot of time and energy, Qiu Cheng still plans to refine more "jiebaidu". For others, it is a matter of life and death, and Qiu Cheng can't find any reason not to do it.

Refining elixirs is not without any benefits for him. If Qiu Cheng wants to improve his alchemy level, there is no shortcut other than practicing diligently.

Furthermore, in addition to Taoism, people who practice Taoism should also pay attention to the cultivation of their own minds. In terms of practice, although they are not absolute, those who are generous and open-minded tend to go further.

There is also the Heavenly Tribulation. Every cultivator will encounter a Heavenly Tribulation when he ascends. Some people just go through the Heavenly Tribulation simply as a formality, while some people are in danger and narrowly escaped death.

Whether the catastrophe is good or not depends on the will of God, who can guess the will of God?However, throughout the ages, cultivators from all walks of life have also figured out a rule, that is, it is often easier for those who cultivate the righteous path to overcome the heavenly calamity, while the crooked ones are often blasted into dross by the Nine Heavens God Thunder.

And the thoughts of good and evil are inherent in the human heart, how many good deeds and how many bad deeds a person has done in his life, there is no need for others to watch and record, your own soul has already remembered all these clearly, the law of heaven is clear, and there is nothing to hide .

If the sky does not allow you to be in this world, even if you have all kinds of abilities, you will only be blown out of your wits in the end.

"Wood Repair Notes" has a long and large record of the content of the instructor's persuasion to correct the way and not to go astray.These contents are in line with Qiu Yuan's heart, and they always remind him not to lose his heart because of his growing strength.

As for the flying body mentioned in "Muxiu Notes", Qiu Cheng is also very yearning, because the flying body described in this book is not flying to the sky to become a god, but when the strength of the ascetic reaches a critical point. , and being recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, they will no longer be subject to many shackles of laws like ordinary people. They will have more freedom and convenience, can go to more places, and know more profound meanings of heaven and earth.How can this make Qiu Cheng not yearn for it?

After finishing the farm work this morning, Qiu Cheng still began to refine "jiebaidu", but there were not many herbs left, so he could refine it twice more at most.

With the previous successful experience, Qiu Cheng also found a little bit of feeling. The two times will be much smoother. There are two pills, the first time is only three pills, and the second time there are nine pills.

When the materials ran out, Qiu Cheng had no choice but to continue shopping online. However, he considered that there would be many places where Chinese herbal medicines would be used in the future, so he decided to buy some medicinal seedlings and grow them himself. Better than bought.

It may be because the main force in society has been replaced by a generation familiar with the Internet in recent years, or it may be because many things cannot be sold locally. In short, transactions on the Internet have become more and more active recently, and things There are more and more merchants.

Qiu Cheng searched for several kinds of medicine seedlings he needed, and after taking the order, he chose to pay by cash on delivery, because the seller stated on the page that as long as he paid for cornmeal, he would definitely not deliver the goods.

As for the medicinal materials, Qiu Cheng didn't buy them for the time being, because he was worried that the "Jie Baidu" that he gave out last night would attract too many people's attention, and it was best to keep a low profile at this time.

Although Qiu Cheng is willing to save people if he can, he doesn't want to push himself and Ah Chang to the forefront.

The first time he made seven pills, he gave away one, and now there are six left, the second time he made three pills, and the third time he made nine pills, he still has eighteen "elimination of hundred poisons" on hand .

There are not many problematic seeds and grains flowing from the south to their Xinnan City, and there are even more people who have been infected. These [-] "detoxification" are basically enough to solve the urgent need. As for other In this area, Qiu Cheng is beyond his reach now.

In a blink of an eye, another day passed. This morning, it was still after five o'clock. The patient in Room 511 of the Third Hospital woke up in the misty morning light. This time he felt that he was in good spirits, so he supported the bed with his arms sat up.

"Are you awake?" On the accompanying bed next to her, the wife who had been sleeping restlessly was startled awake from a light sleep when she heard the movement.

"Is there any polenta?" The man felt a little hungry.

"Hey, yes, you wait." His wife wept with joy, wiped her face with the back of her hand, took out a small bag of cornmeal from under the bedside table, turned around and opened the door to go out.

Half an hour later, the man drank a bowl of hot corn porridge, and was helped by his wife to walk down the ground a few times, and then leaned back on the bed in good spirits.

"Don't you have much food at home?" the man asked his wife. Although the country has completely implemented free medical care due to the sharp drop in population over the years, he was hospitalized due to illness and his wife had to accompany him. The two had no income at all.

"There's one more thing." The wife didn't want him to worry.

"What else do you want to hide from me, if you don't have it, you won't have it, don't be afraid, I still have a lot of strength, no matter what, I won't make you hungry..."

Just came back after saving their lives. The couple in 511 were very happy. One of them was leaning on the bed, and the other was sitting on the stool next to them. They seemed to have endless words to say.

They didn't know that just last night, Qiu Cheng brought Ah Chang back again to make sure that the man's condition had improved, and then went around the hospital wards, throwing out thirteen "relief" coins. Hundred poisons".

At this moment, some people have already discovered that there is an extra pill in their ward, but they all chose to remain silent and took the pill quietly without telling anyone. Miss it?

Until a few days later, the occurrence of more than a dozen cured cases in Xinnan City attracted the attention of the higher authorities. They checked the medicines used by these patients and tried to find out which medicine had played a role, but in the end it was fruitless, because the new Nanshi is a small third-tier city, and the medical resources available are very limited. The medicines prescribed by doctors for these patients have been tried thousands of times in big southern cities, and they are not suitable for the symptoms at all.

In the end, these patients were questioned in batches, and finally someone revealed the secret of the "line of survival". For a while, the medical circles all over the world were in an uproar.

They gathered the world's top forces to do their best research, and they haven't made any breakthroughs until now. The Orientals cured the patient with a single pill?

What's terrible is that those patients took the pill without saying a word, and now they don't even have a sample, how can they study the ingredients?How to deduce the material based on the ingredients and then go back to the source to find out who is the person who made the elixir?

Since it is a elixir, everyone naturally associates this matter with Taoism. In the next period of time, Taoist priests in Xinnan City and the surrounding areas, or those who have a relationship with Taoism, all It was found out by relevant personnel, but no results were found. In the end, even the monk was not spared.

Who would have thought that this matter would come from the handwriting of an inconspicuous young man?

At this moment, Qiu Cheng was standing at the gate of Xinnan University, talking to Lao Hu. The two old Hu, his uncle and nephew, received work from Shen Xing and set up a stall at the gate of Xinnan University to collect insects.

On the road outside Jiayuan Community, where the gate of Xinnan University is the most spacious, Lao Hu established friendship with those security guards and negotiated the price, and the stall was established steadily.

"This cornmeal cornbread is well made." Qiu Cheng broke open a cornmeal steamed bun and tasted it, then said with a smile.

"My sister's craftsmanship, of course, I have nothing to say, you have never eaten better ones, and when our family is rich tomorrow, I will treat you to eat steamed stuffed buns."

Lao Hu set up the stall, washed his hands in a bucket next to him, and wiped them with a piece of white cloth. The old boy asked his nephew to collect the bugs and weigh them. Rip off.

"One cornbread for three catties of worms?" Qiu Cheng asked.

"Yes, the price given by Shen Xing, this cornbread is actually only one tael of cornmeal, and she has already set it." Lao Hu is quite convinced of Shen Xing, the female leader.

"I'll ask those children from the Wang family to help us publicize it another day," Qiu Cheng said.

Three catties of worms are not difficult to catch. There are many half-grown children in the city who can't do heavy work, and they can't find work at all. Catching worms is good, and they can earn a bite to eat.

Lao Hu lit a stove at the stall, and the cornmeal buns were heating up on the steamer, and the aroma of the grain could be smelled from far away.

In fact, the reason why this old boy chooses to set up a stall at the gate of Xinnan University is because of the idea of ​​relying on the security guards in the school. They are so close. If something happens, it is easy to ask them to help. Of course It's not a white gang, Lao Hu is a good businessman, occasionally giving some benefits to those security guards, making more friends, if something happens, they are right by, can they not help?

Recently, the law and order in Xinnan City is not bad, and some security guards in Xinnan University have also withdrawn. However, once they find something abnormal in the school, they will notify the nearby patrol police to come to support. Ordinary people should not think about this school.

It is now July, and there is no news about the resumption of the college entrance examination. It seems that this year probably won't be done, and I don't know what will happen next year.Qiu Cheng still remembered Lao Feng, the stall owner who exchanged cornmeal for others, and his son was thinking about going to college.

Back home, Qiu Cheng turned on the computer, wanting to check if there was any news in this regard, but when he opened the browser, what caught his eyes was not the website navigation he was familiar with, but a snow-white page with There are a few rows of sunspots.

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Write to the line of life:

I don't know if you can see this letter, but this does not affect our respect and gratitude to you.

Maybe you don't want too many people to disturb your life, we respect your choice, now, all we need is a sample, hope to get your help.

We are ** country...

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In the office of a senior executive in China, a middle-aged man in his fifties was also looking at such a page at this time.

"What's going on here?" he asked his secretary.

"It should be those scientific lunatics who asked someone to hack the website." His secretary replied helplessly.

"Hmph..." The middle-aged man snorted softly, pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and said nothing.

"Look..." the secretary asked for his opinion.

"Let's put it aside for a while." If it had to be in the past, he would have slapped the table and scolded nonsense, but this time, after all, so many people's lives are at stake... Too many disasters have happened in these years, it seems that his My temper is gone.