The unlucky life of a medical student

After half an hour—

"In other words, from now on, I am your slave, 24 hours, lifelong monitoring, right!" Zhong Wuchuan, who finally calmed down, asked Xu Guangcheng angrily.

Xu Guangcheng smiled as usual: "It's not a lifetime, I'm working on a solution, and it can be solved in 30 years at most."

"30 years..."

Zhong Wuchuan was furious!

He is a newcomer who has accepted atheism and democratic ideas since he was a child, but he will become the slave of a guy who doesn't even have a primary school diploma!

The maximum sentence of fixed-term imprisonment is only 20 years, but he actually wants to be a slave to Xu Guangcheng for 30 years!

Not slaves of taste, but real slaves, slaves of slavery society!The evil capitalist society no longer allows private slaves!

I thought that being frightened by monsters every day was already the pinnacle of misfortune in my life, but I didn't expect that there would be such a big gift waiting for me after I resigned!

The gift giver was the only one of his kind when he was at the Shanhai Pet Center!

"No wonder you are so kind to me, give me acupuncture and help me regulate my nerves, it turns out that it is..."

The more Zhong Wuchuan thought about it, the more he felt that Xu Guangcheng had deep scheming intentions and was a born exploiter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen." Xu Guangcheng apologized deeply.

Zhong Wuchuan smiled forcedly: "Of course you don't need to know how the facts have developed to this point, you are the beneficiary!"

"Sorry……"

Xu Guangcheng apologized again.

Zhong Wuchuan couldn't help but laugh: "Do the math, I'm unlucky, don't apologize...Anyway, I have always won the lottery at every critical moment since I was a child, and today is not bad!"

While muttering, he turned over and continued to sleep.

Xu Guangcheng looked thoughtfully at the flashing neon lights outside the window.

……

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The next day, Zhong Wuchuan woke up and found that half of the bed was flat as if no one had used it. Xu Guangcheng had already left, and Xiang Ming had finished washing up and was about to go to the hospital.

"Brother," Zhong Wuchuan recalled Xu Guangcheng's words, and said, "I'll go to the hospital with you, and I want to chat with Lao Zhang."

"Okay!"

Without thinking too much, Xiang Ming brought Zhong Wuchuan to the hospital.

When he came to the hospital, Xiang Ming changed his clothes and went to work. Zhong Wuchuan got Lao Zhang's bed number from the nurse in the name of his brother and went to the ward.

After a busy night, Lao Zhang's condition has stabilized, lying quietly on the hospital bed, and his family members are all tired, taking a nap against the bed rails. When Zhong Wuchuan entered the ward, he saw such peace.

He walked up to Lao Zhang and found that Lao Zhang's skin was so rosy and healthy that he couldn't tell he was over 70 years old, and he had a cerebral hemorrhage yesterday.

"It's a great recovery!"

Zhong Wuchuan expressed his feelings.

Under normal circumstances, the complexion of patients with cerebral hemorrhage is either pale or unnaturally bluish-purple due to congestion. A rosy complexion like Lao Zhang's usually only appears on healthy girls in their [-]s and [-]s.

Twenty-eight years...the color is like spring flowers...spring flowers...peach blossoms!

There was a muffled thunder in Zhong Wuchuan's mind!

He finally understood where the problem was!

Such a natural radiant rosiness can only be possessed by beautiful women who are favored by the heavens!But it befell an old man!

Zhong Wuchuan hurriedly observed Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law.

The woman who finally got a rest was lying down on the edge of the bed in a sleepy position, with a haggard complexion, two deep dark circles under her eye sockets, a sallow and dark complexion, and a few spots on her cheeks, a typical middle-aged woman.

Zhong Wuchuan then walked out of the ward, just in time for Lao Zhang's son to come to take his shift with a lunch box. When they met each other, he recognized Zhong Wuchuan and took the initiative to say hello to Zhong Wuchuan: "Doctor Zhong, thank you so much yesterday!"

Zhong Wuchuan smiled and said, "It's what I should do. Besides, I'm no longer a doctor."

"Oh……"

Zhang Dexiong didn't ask further, because Zhong Wuchuan looked very painful.

Zhong Wuchuan took the opportunity to look at Zhang Dexiong's appearance.

He looks exactly like his father on the hospital bed, and the blood relationship between the two can be confirmed without a paternity test, but he did not inherit Lao Zhang's good complexion. He is already middle-aged, with an unnatural red in his yellow complexion. , as if drunk.

But——family members come to the hospital to take care of patients, how can they come to drink and drink until their faces are drunk? !

"Uncle Zhang, your complexion doesn't look very good..."

"Are you talking about my face? This problem started in April this year. I suddenly blushed and burned badly. I have been to the dermatology department and the neurology department, but I have not found out the reason. Later I went to the I had a physical examination, and the doctor said that I am in good health, and I will live to be a hundred years old without any problem! I didn’t worry about it any more.”

Zhang Dexiong's attitude is also the mentality of most people. Since it doesn't affect health, then naturally don't take it seriously!

In the past, when encountering Zhang Dexiong's situation, Zhong Wuchuan would at most say "Health should be paid attention to", but after the baptism of Shanhai Pet Center, plus the off-season peach blossom, and Xu Guangcheng said yesterday. If it was ambiguous, he suddenly felt that there was something else wrong with this matter.

The old man has a delicate and beautiful face like a girl, and the middle-aged man's face is flushed all the year round, as if he was drunk...

Zhong Wuchuan decided to take the initiative.

"Uncle Zhang, what does your father usually smear on his face, how can his skin be so good at such a young age?"

"I also want to know how he did it," Zhang Dexiong said. "My father is a stubborn old man. He usually washes his face with clean water. He doesn't even apply Dabao. His skin is actually better than my daughter's."

"That's probably natural."

Zhong Wuchuan continued the cliché and said, "Uncle Zhang, do you have a photo of Old Master Zhang in your phone?"

"what?"

"It's not that the old man's skin is unnaturally good. I want to ask you to ask for some photos to show to the instructor. Maybe you can find the secret of longevity from the old man!"

Zhong Wuchuan was talking nonsense.

Zhang Dexiong originally thought that his father's skin was illogically good, but Zhong Wuchuan's words hit his mind, so he took out his mobile phone and sent Zhong Wuchuan the photos taken when the whole family went on a trip together last month.

Zhong Wuchuan flipped through the photos and found that although the old man Zhang’s skin in the travel photos was also rosy, it was rosy after adding the Meitu filter, which was far inferior to his face lying on the hospital bed at the moment Naturally delicate.

"Is there any more?" Zhong Wuchuan asked.

"Let me look for it!"

Zhang Dexiong flipped through his phone, found last year's travel photos, sent them to Zhong Wuchuan, and explained: "Since my mother left, our family organizes a family trip every year to refresh the old man."

"Uncle Zhang is really filial."

Zhong Wuchuan looked at the photos and discovered a terrible fact.

The old man's skin was not born so rosy, but——

Reverse growth!

In last year's photo, the old man's face was younger than his peers, but it was also wrinkled, sallow and slightly red, not as delicate as a peach blossom girl now!

"When is grandma..." He pretended to mutter casually, and quickly corrected, "Look at my crow's mouth!"

"It's okay. My mother didn't leave until she lived to be 77 years old. It's a happy event." Zhang Dexiong said without hesitation, "When I first left, my old man couldn't see it. After listening to the advice of a friend, the whole family took him out for a few trips, and he is no longer sick!"

"Grandma lived a long life at 77 years old, but the old man will only..."

"At that time, my father popularized the saying 'female junior holds a golden brick'. The older the wife is, the more prosperous she will be after marriage."

Zhang Dexiong didn't have much scheming, Zhong Wuchuan said everything he could say after a few questions.

"It turned out to be the eldest lady who married..."

Zhong Wuchuan's goal had been achieved, so he told Zhang Dexiong about the rehabilitation of the sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage patients, and then went downstairs.

At the turn of the stairs, he met Xu Guangcheng again.

Because he hated the slaves, he taunted him head-on: "Director Xu, are you here to treat young men with gray hair?"

"I'm naturally white, not short-haired," Xu Guangcheng said solemnly, "The person who let you pick up peach blossoms is unnatural."

"You came here specially to solve this matter?!"

Xu Guangcheng was noncommittal.

Zhong Wuchuan then said: "I understand, you belong to the Dragon Group, and the entire Shanhai Pet Center belongs to the Dragon Group, right?"

"I don't know if there is a dragon group," Xu Guangcheng said, "but I can tell you with certainty that Shanhai Pet Center is an independent organization responsible for its own profits and losses, and does not belong to any country or individual."

"All right!"

Xu Guangcheng's boring coquettish made Zhong Wuchuan feel dull immediately.

Fortunately, at this time, Xu Guangcheng already knew what a dragon group is from Zhong Wuchuan's thinking, and said comfortingly: "This world can accommodate Shanhai Pet Center, and organizations like dragon groups should also be allowed to exist, but in reality, dragon groups The group may not use the name Dragon Group."

"...Thank you for taking care of my boyish heart."

Zhong Wuchuan spoke weakly.

Xu Guangcheng said: "In short, let's solve the strange things that happened to Zhang Tianshan and Zhang Dexiong and his son first!"

"Could it be that the grafted peach blossoms of Queen Mother Xi's flat peach tree are... playing tricks on..."

Halfway through the conversation, Zhong Wuchuan himself thought it was absurd.

Xu Guangcheng said: "Let me meet with the person concerned, and then I can make a judgment. By the way, you talked with Zhang Dexiong for a long time just now, did you notice any abnormalities?"

"The faces of their father and son are the biggest anomaly!"

Zhong Wuchuan had a good voice but was not angry.

"Other than that?" Xu Guangcheng asked Zhong Wuchuan.

Zhong Wuchuan rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

The author has something to say:

Here is an explanation of Lao Xu's name.

"Guangcheng" means "Guangchengzi". Guangchengzi is an immortal in ancient times, the ancestor of Taoism, the incarnation of the Taishang Laojun, the master of the Yellow Emperor, the head of the Kunlun Twelve Golden Immortals under Yuanshi Tianzun, and the master of Fantianyin

Therefore, the real interpretation of the three words "Xu Guangcheng" is-Xu to be Guang Chengzi's apprentice, which means to worship Guang Chengzi as a teacher~

Regarding Lao Xu's real life experience... a few spoilers, the Western Jin Dynasty was an era when it was popular to take drugs and talk about metaphysics and male sex. That era was magical and crazy, full of unimaginable and grotesque