mutant biological system

The driver thought about it and thought it was right. He glanced at the bewildered and skinny boy, sighed and moved the truck.

He felt that there was something in Uncle Ketian's words. It seemed that the father of the son of the Xu family was in danger. At this time, the folks in the countryside, even if the father of the Xu family was afraid of people, it was not easy to worry about it. It would be great if the father and son could finally meet each other. Merit.

Thinking of this, the driver unconsciously increased the accelerator.

The truck was driving on the road to the county town. Although the solid asphalt road was a little bumpy due to its old age, it drove fairly smoothly.

Xu Qianming was sitting in the front passenger seat of the truck, looking out at the lush virgin woods that were receding, with a numb expression. He didn't realize that the scenery outside the car had gradually changed from a dense forest to a small town, and then to the bustling streets of the county.[

The truck braked and stopped at the intersection adjacent to the gate of Quxian Central People's Hospital. The driver honked the horn several times in vain, but found that the pedestrians crossing the motorway didn't pay any attention to it, and instead attracted the attention of the traffic regulator.

A pot-bellied inspector wearing a patrol uniform and a white and green fluorescent jacket whispered a few words to his colleagues on duty, ran to the driver of the truck in a few steps, saluted softly, knocked on the glass, and raised his tongue. He said in Dingkang Mandarin: "Driver's license, driving license, how dare you use this as a truck as a bus? You're going to die."

The driver secretly screamed "bad luck" in his heart. With a smile on his face as he was accustomed to, he took out the driver's license and driving license that he had prepared long ago, and offered another cigarette. Just when he was about to explain, there was someone from the Wang family villager in his back pocket. He cried out: "Our father from the Xu family in Wangjia Village was hit by a car when he went to the city. The folks from the village came to see how he died.

I don’t like to listen to what you, the inspector, say, because I think the Bowei people are easy to bully, so why are you shielding them?”

When conducting public prosecutions in areas where ethnic minorities gather, you must have a clear mind. When the mountain people come out one by one, they are very honest and easy to deal with, but once they gather more than ten, they must not be provoked.

In particular, it involves a car accident. If there is a dispute, it will be a major matter involving ethnic conflicts. Not to mention a deputy squadron leader of the county traffic police brigade with a poor official career. Maybe the county magistrate and the mayor will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, the fat traffic inspector subconsciously looked at the billboard in the department store next to it saying, "Promote eco-tourism, benefit the country and the people; promote harmony among ethnic groups, do it for you, me, and him", even the driver's license of the truck. Without even looking at the driving license, he handed it back to the driver. With a stiff smile on his face, he said in a friendly dialect: "I am responsible for your safety.

We have lived in the same county for several lifetimes. Who is not a fellow villager? Why are you talking nonsense? If there is an emergency, I will help to clear the traffic. Let’s go quickly. Let’s go quickly.” After saying that, he turned around and started to help clear the road for trucks. .

"Tsk tsk, the quality of patrols in this tourist area has really improved dramatically." Looking at the busy back of the fat police officer, Chang Ketian, who was sitting in the front passenger seat of the car, was anxious, but he still praised him with emotion.

"Pull him down, Uncle Ketian. This grandson sees that we are outnumbered and our lives are at stake. If I am really soliciting customers with my own truck, he can confiscate my truck and my pants."

"Don't talk nonsense when life is at stake. Doctors are here to provide first aid."

While they were talking, the traffic inspector had already cleared a narrow road for the truck. The driver made a mistake and did not dare to talk nonsense. He drove the truck unsteadily, carefully crossed the intersection, and arrived in front of the gate of Qu County People's Hospital.

It stands to reason that the Central People's Hospital, which is responsible for regional emergency first aid, should be built in a location that is extremely convenient for communication. However, due to the backward economy and the convenience of people's medical treatment, except for some mega cities, Huaguo County and municipal-level centers People's hospitals are mostly built in the center of cities.

The congestion in front of the hospital got even worse. Chang Ketian said, "Jian Dumu is waiting here." He pulled Xu Qianming, who looked like he was sleepwalking, out of the truck, and hurriedly weaved through the crowd and ran to the emergency hall.

With the rapid development of the economy, the emergency hall of Bo County People's Hospital is usually overcrowded. Breaking into the hall, Chang Ketian went straight to the nearest emergency room and asked the doctor on duty at the door: "Doctor, I am Xu Daowu from Damu Town. Folks, this is his son. He answered the phone and said he was hit by a car. Where is he?"

The young emergency doctor has long been accustomed to the anxious expressions of patients' relatives and friends. He looked at the admission records on the table and replied flatly in Chinese with a heavy flavor of caffeine: "Xu Daowu, right? It's eleven o'clock." He was admitted to the hospital at 35. He was on the hospital bed in the back room. The patient's condition was very dangerous. It was best to sign for surgery immediately.

The family members must be mentally prepared, as there is little hope of rescue."

The ominous psychological omen became a reality, which made the middle-aged man's face darken a little, "Shan Chongzi, go and see your father first, and then sign for the surgery." He ignored the doctor on duty, pulled Xu Qianming and rushed in Went to the back room of the emergency room.

The back room of the emergency room is not large, with only one hospital bed, but it has a brand-new ventilator and an ECG monitor, which look valuable.[

A young woman in a white coat who stayed by the bed and was taking first aid records as if she were in a big hospital. When she saw the two people who had barged in, she immediately asked in a clear voice: "Are you Xu Daowu?" Family members?”

"Nurse, I am his fellow villager, and this is his son. How is the Taoist witch?"

Although she was very surprised that the patient had such a young son, the young woman immediately replied professionally: "I am a doctor. The patient is very dangerous and needs surgery immediately. The time has been delayed too much, and the signature must be signed immediately."

While the female doctor was talking to the middle-aged man, Xu Qianming looked at his dying father on the hospital bed with a dazed expression, his face was pale and extremely old, and he felt a lot of sadness and a lot of joy in his heart.

Speaking of which, Xu Daowu has a very special status in Wangjia Village. Although he has an indifferent personality and never interacts with the villagers. He is not a cadre in the village or a respected old man, but all the villagers in Wangjia Village respect him. Even the old branch secretary who had been the mainstay of the mountain village for more than thirty years did not dare to offend him easily.

According to legend, Xu Daowu is over eighty years old, and some say he is over a hundred years old. In short, due to previous wars and turmoil, all claims cannot be verified.

The only thing people know is that when the movement to abolish the old and establish the new swept across the country and even spread into the remote Wangjia Village, the five-person work team in the county that wanted to criticize Xu Daowu was wiped out.

Although the causes of those people's Nirvana were seemingly inexplicable coincidences, from then on, no one bothered Xu Daowu anymore.

However, to his son, Xu Daowu was not that mysterious shaman, but a cruel tyrant. Xu Qianming had just remembered at a young age and was not yet good at speaking, so he was forced to recite those tongue-twisting formulas. If you can't carry it, you'll be hungry, and even have bone needles piercing your flesh.

As soon as I got older and could hold a pen, I had to draw gourds and gourds hundreds of times every night, copying complex patterns and ancient texts in ancient books. If I was a little neglectful, I would be served with a wooden stick.

As he grew older, Xu Qianming, who was just over 12 years old, was in the period of puberty and development. He was forced by his "father" to serve poisonous insects with flesh and blood. He suffered severe blood loss three times a day. If he didn't do well, he would be beaten with a cane whip. For several years When he was down, he was three to forty pounds lighter than the average person of the same age, and his height was also more than ten centimeters different...

Scenes of past events flashed before his eyes, and Xu Qianming realized that in his short sixteen years of life, he had not enjoyed even a second of happiness and tenderness.

At this moment, seeing my father on the verge of nirvana and thinking that he could never criticize me harshly, this was actually the most relaxing moment in my life!

While Xu Qianming was unconsciously reminiscing about the past, the old man on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes fixed on his only heir, a look of ecstasy and determination on his face, and his lips began to tremble and chant.

Others didn't know what Xu Daowu was doing when he suddenly woke up, but Xu Qianming, who was looking at him, knew that his father was reciting a witchcraft spell.

Could it be that the spell to drive away poisonous insects can save lives? Xu Qianming was stunned and had this thought inexplicably in his mind. Then he felt a mysterious murmur ringing in his ears, and his mind became confused.

All these things seemed complicated, but they actually happened within ten seconds. After urgently explaining the serious condition of the patient to Chang Ketian in the back room of the emergency room, the young female doctor was about to take the operation consent form and ask the patient's son to sign it. , only to find that the young man was staring at his father, who was standing precariously on the hospital bed, seeming to have lost his mind.