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Qiao Jing didn't know that 008 found himself a pet owner without his knowledge.

He is now busy thinking about how to write the ending of "Song of the Earth".

Although the piece of paper Jing Xinglan gave last time inspired Qiao Jing and gave him a general idea, but how to turn the idea into a concrete narrative still has a long way to go.

"Sure enough, there is still no cp in the end?" 008 breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the ending of his first edition, "That's okay, after all, the emotional line is not the focus of this book."

Then, it just watched Qiao Jing delete all these tens of thousands of characters without hesitation, and in the next few days, he created the second, third and third editions... until the No.14 edition .

008 felt that it was outrageous: "I think every version is very good! Why do you want to delete them all?"

Even if you keep improving, it won't reach this point, right?

Qiao Jing's answer to this was: "It doesn't feel right."

008 can't understand.

Maybe writers generally have obsessive-compulsive disorder?It thought, otherwise, why would there be so many eunuch chiefs in the online literary world.

It must be like this.

But even if 008 thinks there is no need to revise so many times, it has to admit that compared with the first version, the No.14 version expresses more thoughts and emotions, and obviously some sentences and paragraphs have only been changed. With a few words and a change in the way of narration, the meaning is still the same as before, but the feeling is completely different.

It looks at the black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the lawn of the virtual space, contemplating his brows, occasionally bowing his head to type a few times on the keyboard, deleting or adding words, as if he saw the birth process of a gorgeous and exquisite work of art.

"Well," the little black cat walked up to him slowly, and asked in a low voice, "Our contract can actually be renewed for a few more worlds. After this book is finished, let's go on a trip together?"

Qiao Jing was busy thinking, but couldn't hear what it was talking about, so he just gave a vague "hmm".

But 008 thought he agreed, and immediately happily applied to the headquarters.

Although there is no precedent for this situation, 008 firmly believes that a big boss is a big boss, no matter which world he goes to, he must still be a big boss!

real world.

"This is already the fourth day of Yan Heqing's leave of absence," Han Youpeng finished his day's work, walked out of the research institute exhaustedly, took out his mobile phone and reading glasses, put it on, and as expected, appeared in the "Song of the Earth" edition again. I saw the leave note on the author's head, "I don't know what happened to the author..."

He was a little worried. On the one hand, he felt that maybe the author, Calvin, was lazy or didn't want to update. On the other hand, he couldn't help but start conspiracy theories, thinking that the other party might have been discovered by someone in the third dimension.

"Has the national intelligence agency not found out Yan Heqing's real identity yet?"

Han Youpeng thought over and over again, but couldn't help calling his old friend.

"No, why did you ask this suddenly?"

Father Qiao on the other end of the phone was probably eating, and his voice was a bit vague, and he could still hear Mother Qiao's voice urging him to "have another bowl".Han Youpeng couldn't help feeling envious when he heard this, and sighed: "You are really leisurely, you have not completely retired yet, and you have already started to enjoy the blessings."

"Put it down," Joe's father said disapprovingly, "I'm going to N city to participate in some kind of expo soon, and then I will definitely be arguing with the representatives of country M from morning to night, and there is also the opening ceremony, don't worry, I will I won't be free for a few days."

Han Youpeng said "Oh": "I remembered, does your son work in N City?"

"How can he be called a job?... But this kid is indeed in N City," Qiao's father said, "Why, do you want to meet him? If you are free, I will be my host and treat you to dinner."

"Okay," Han Youpeng said with a smile, "I happen to be going on a business trip to N City in a while, do you have an ID card for the opening ceremony? Give me one, and I'll go and have a look." After a pause, He sighed, "The last time I saw your son, he was just in elementary school, right? In the blink of an eye, it has been so many years since he graduated from college, how time flies."

"Success." Father Qiao agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Han Youpeng's face faded a lot after seeing the leave note.

"Oh, I hope nothing happens..."

The comment section of "Song of the Earth" was already bombed as early as the third day after the author asked for leave.

It's not because there are too many readers urging the update, but because a irascible old man with the ID "Kirin Treading Fire" came to the comment area.

This irascible old man first started to criticize Chapter 1 of the novel, and he was not discouraged even if he was teased by other readers. He went all the way from Chapter 1 to the latest updated chapter. If you can't find the author's common-sense mistakes, you start talking about the poor writing, the plot is outrageous, the protagonist's cheating finger is too wide, and so on.

In short, only you can't think of it, without him you can't make it!

However, when the fourth day began, readers who attacked Yan Heqing himself appeared in the comment area because the author had been on leave for too long, the irritable old man suddenly changed, turned his gun, and started spraying those readers who attacked personally .

The most admirable thing is that his words are pungent, and his diction is so brilliant that every word is golden and witty!

Other melon-eating people in the comment area were amazed, and said that if this great talent also writes articles, his grades will definitely not be bad.

In this regard, the grumpy old man replied with a "hehe".

The war finally came to an end on the evening of the fourth day when "Song of the Earth" was updated again. The irascible brother finally stopped criticizing people, but the strange thing is that he didn't even criticize the latest chapter, which inevitably made the onlookers want to watch the excitement Shout out sorry.

As for the reason...

"Enough is enough." Qiao Jing used Yan Heqing's account to send a private message to Sayi on Weibo.

The other person replied in seconds: "You know who I am! So you really are a mirror image, right?"

Qiao Jing ignored him.

He not only ignored the other party, but also blocked Sayi directly.

Sayi: "...Fuck, you just wait!"

However, 008, who has been supervising Sayi's movements, found miraculously that the other party did not intend to expose Qiao Jing's identity on the Internet. Changed the number again and made a comeback aggressively.Since the speeches of junior accounts will be reviewed, in order to continue the development of his business, Sa Yi also rewarded "Song of the Earth" with hundreds of dollars at one time, and instantly became a senior user.

The point is, this time his ID is named "Kirin Treading Fire No. 2".

Obviously, if this account no longer exists, there will be No. 3 and No. 4 machines soon... until there are infinite machines for future generations.

008: "..."

It was confused by Sayi's operation.

What is this, black to deep natural powder?Didn't he still look like he was born to die, Yu He Shengliang before?

008: You humans are really hard to understand.

But now that Sayi is no longer trying to die, 008 is relieved.

It was very happy staying at Qiao Jing’s house, especially now that it has been fed by its owner. Although 008 is just a weak and helpless kitten, it has been exposed to a lot of light. Recently, even its fur has become oily and slippery. .

Qiao Jing staggered when he hugged it.

"Have you gained weight?" He stared at 008 with doubts.

A humiliated expression immediately appeared on the black cat face of the little black cat: "You are talking nonsense! Cats are not fat!"

"is it?"

Qiao Jing held it and stood on the scale.

"It's fat," he affirmed, "it's more than a catty."

The little black cat stared at the scale in disbelief.

——The little black cat fell on the sofa and lost his dream.

"Fat cats are cute," Jing Xinglan stabbed 008 in the heart again after hearing about it, although he didn't do it on purpose, "The cats I raised when I was young were all fed into gas tanks by me." Yes, it feels very good to the touch, I know how to sleep every day except eating, life is carefree, don’t live too happily.”

Qiao Jing squinted at the autistic little black cat.

"I think it may not be very happy," he said tactfully, "My one... is more beautiful and cares about keeping in shape."

Jing Xinglan paused for a second strangely: "Are you sure you are talking about cats?"

Qiao Jing nodded seriously.

"Okay," Jing Xinglan held his forehead, "Then I will pay a little attention to the portion when I make cat food for it recently."

Should it be said that it is Qiao Jing's cat?Just as personal, he thought, as its owner.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Capital People's Hospital.

"After finishing this tumor operation, I can get off work today." Before the operation started, the chief surgeon casually asked the anesthesiologist next to him, "Have you had dinner tonight?"

"No, I just ate an apple." The anesthesiologist replied while preparing for the operation.

"Then let's go to the noodle restaurant across the way to eat together. I'll treat you."

"Row."

For people like them who are busy with work and have unstable meals, in order to protect their stomachs, a bowl of hot noodle soup is a better choice than any delicacies from mountains and seas.

Surgery began soon.

As we all know, during the operation, if the anesthesiologist has nothing to do, it is basically stable; if the anesthetist is too busy to sweat profusely and his feet do not touch the ground... then in all likelihood, it will not be possible to recover.

For this kind of small tumor operation, they do dozens or even hundreds of operations a year. Seeing that the patient's condition is stable, the anesthesiologist sat calmly in the corner of the operating room after finishing his work, taking He started looking at his phone.

Of course, he wasn't exactly fishing.

The anesthesiologist looked at the website of the top medical journal "The Lancet". As a practitioner in the medical industry, he has been paying attention to the latest research in the current industry in line with the self-requirement of being responsible to patients and improving medical skills.

And after seeing an article recently published on the website...

If it weren't for his professionalism as a doctor to remind him that he is still in the operation process, the anesthetist would almost scream!

Even so, he still stood up from his seat with a "whoosh".

Chief surgeon: "...what's the matter?"

Holding the scalpel, he doubted life.

The operation obviously went well, right?Why did the anesthesiologist make such a scary face?

"No, you continue." The anesthesiologist said to him, knowing that this is not a good time to chat, and took a few breaths to calm down, "I'll show you something later."

"It's mysterious." The chief surgeon muttered, and continued to focus on the operation at hand.

After the operation was over, the two of them changed into their own clothes and came to the noodle restaurant opposite the hospital...

"Fuck!"

The doctor who was the chief surgeon attacked the case.

This time, it was his turn to startle the other customers in the noodle shop.

The anesthesiologist, who had been shocked for a round, rubbed his face calmly: "Now you know why I was so excited just now?"

The surgeon was so excited that his face turned red, and his voice was trembling: "I will definitely win the Nobel Prize! If the next Nobel Prize is not for this author, I will eat this noodle... noodle bowl!" said Then, he glanced down at the author's name, "Elizabeth McLeod?"

He suddenly said: "It turned out to be this one? That's not surprising."

After all, this old lady once won a Nobel Prize in her 40s, and she can be called a legend in the current medical field.

Although "The Lancet" is already regarded as the pinnacle of medical publications, an ordinary doctor can publish an article on it in a lifetime, and any tertiary hospital in China can treat you like a treasure.But Elizabeth’s paper, even if you look at the articles in The Lancet over the years, is absolutely heavyweight, and you can even say this directly——

The publication of this article represents that human beings will have great hope to cure malignant tumors in the future!

Lung cancer, cervical cancer, breast cancer, fibrosarcoma, etc., all belong to the category of malignant tumors. There are tens of millions of new cancers every year in the world, and the death toll exceeds several million. Looking around, no one has A relative or friend has this disease?

Once suffering from this disease, even a middle-class family with a little savings will go bankrupt at every turn.The key point is that often money is spent and the cure is not good, the patient suffers in vain, the family members are in agony, and finally end up in a situation where personal wealth is empty.

Conquering cancer has always been the biggest and most difficult challenge in the medical field.

Now we have finally seen a ray of light, even if it is only a theoretical possibility, it is enough to drive the world's major pharmaceutical companies and investment institutions completely crazy!

The chief surgeon and anesthetist stayed in this small noodle shop for a long time.

It wasn't until the noodle shop closed that the two reluctantly left the shop.

"Tai Dou is indeed a master. Look at the article written by others. If I can be half as good as hers, Xie He will probably beg me to be the dean." The chief surgeon sighed, "But I think Elizabeth's Duan thank you, why does the name of thank you look like a Chinese?"

He stared at the name "Yan Heqing", always feeling as if he had seen it somewhere.

"You can find out after a search," said the anesthesiologist.

To be honest, he also found it strangely familiar.

So they did a search online.

Looking at "Song of the Earth" that popped up on the first line of the search list, the chief surgeon looked at the anesthetist in disbelief: "Isn't this the author of the novel you've been chasing after!?"

The anesthesiologist opened his mouth blankly.

"Who would have imagined that!" he cried.

The two looked at each other.

Indeed, this is the same as the governor of a certain province having the same name and surname as your junior high school classmate, but you would never think that they are the same person even if you were killed.

An online writer in Huaguo was able to be included in the list of acknowledgments of the author of "The Lancet" who won the Nobel Prize...

"It's... so fucking magical."

——At this moment, the anesthetist couldn't help but sigh the same as Ji Nanqiu.