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(The pace of some chapters in the middle is too slow, so they have been deleted and modified, which will not affect the reading)

It was dusk again, and the school bell rang in the campus.

Han Letian, who had been on sick leave for several days and returned to campus today, yawned and lay on the table with a listless look and sighed.

"What's wrong with you?"

Li Sheng stretched his waist and stood up to pack his schoolbag.

"Too sleepy."

Han Letian buried his head and replied in a muffled voice: "The antipyretic drug from Gen-Sys Biotechnology Company is effective, but the side effect is that it makes people sleepy."

GS Biotechnology Company was jointly invested and established by more than a dozen multinational pharmaceutical groups (Pfizer, Novartis, Roche, Johnson \u0026 Johnson, etc.) four years ago. It covers pharmaceuticals, medical devices, diagnostic products, agriculture and forestry, genetically modified foods, etc. It is the most technologically advanced pharmaceutical company in the world. It is often compared with the Umbrella Company in "Resident Evil".

Of course, GS Biotechnology is much stronger than the Umbrella Company.

The latter will also go bankrupt and liquidate due to the sanctions and blockades imposed by the United States. The former itself is a global monopoly interest group that has long been parasitic in every corner of the US high-level and has connections in both the Democratic and Democratic parties.

"Is this the reason why you slept in math class?"

Mu Yulu, who was sitting in the front row of Li Sheng, heard the conversation between the two and complained while packing her schoolbag: "I can hear the snoring even from here. Did you stay up late to read novels and comics last night?"

"Ahem, you found out."

Han Letian didn't pretend anymore, "It's too boring to lie at home, so I just read the old novels again. You really don't say, classics are classics.

It's a pity that flowers can bloom again, but people can't be young again. The author's life experience and personal circumstances at different stages create different moods.

After that state of mind, it is impossible to reproduce the same work again.

Just like Jiangnan, who has achieved success and fame, can no longer write the youthful blood of "Dragon Clan";

Addicted to martial arts 's Meng Ru Shen Ji, can no longer write the anger and violence of "Dragon Snake Romance";

Tang Jia San, who has both fame and fortune

Wait, he can really do it! "

Han Letian suddenly became energetic, hammered his palm, and counted from "Douluo Continent", to "Douluo Continent II Unrivaled Tang Sect", "Douluo Continent III Legend of Dragon King", "Douluo Continent IV Ultimate Douluo", "Douluo Continent V Reborn Tang San", and "Douluo Continent Legend of God Realm", "Douluo Continent Legend of Tang Sect Heroes", "Douluo Continent Legend of Douluo World".

". You can name so many works, you are a natural fan to the depths of black, right?"

Mu Yulu, who was numb from hearing the word "Douluo", rubbed her temples with a headache and couldn't help complaining.

"Hahaha, how is it possible? I'm not interested in hydrogen people."

Han Letian waved his hand and packed his schoolbag. The three of them left the classroom. Before leaving, he rubbed the hair of Yang Ling, the daughter of the head teacher, who was sitting on the right protector seat of the podium, and said goodbye to her.

Yang Ling just started elementary school this year. She is very cute. When she is in a good mood, she will politely say goodbye to her brothers and sisters. When she is in a bad mood, she will be as angry as a kitten and refuse others to rub her head.

"Goodbye, Brother Han, Brother Li, Sister Mu."

Well, it seems that she is in a good mood today.

The three of them walked out of the campus together. Han Letian's mother drove an Audi and waited outside the door to take him home.

Han Letian got into the car and asked casually, "Where's my dad?"

"Your dad went out fishing this afternoon and hasn't come back yet."

Mother Han, who looks quite young and dresses very fashionably, said in a rather unhappy tone, "He clearly said he would take me out to the movies today, he had better be back in time."

Han Letian said speechlessly, "Mom, I just recovered from my illness, are you willing to leave me to watch a movie?"

Mother Han said carelessly, "Wouldn't it be fine if the body temperature drops? Alas, you weren't so delicate when you were a child. No matter what kind of headache or fever you had, you could sleep well by drinking more cough medicine."

".Is that a good sleep? I'm afraid I was anesthetized? Now I'm beginning to doubt whether I'm your biological child."

Han Letian wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head. Some cough medicines contain sedative and tranquilizing ingredients, which can easily make people sleepy and dizzy.

"Are you just beginning to doubt it now? Actually, we have already doubted it."

Mother Han rubbed her chin and put on a wise expression of serious thinking, "After all, judging from the attribute panel, you did not inherit your father's [Greedy], [Thick Fat], [Energy], and my [Charming Body], [Super Lucky] characteristics."

"What the hell are characteristics?" Han Letian was full of black lines and complained: "So our whole family is Pokémon?!"

Mother Han ignored her son's complaints and turned to Li Sheng and the others and said: "By the way, Xiao Sheng, Xiao Lu, do you two want to get in the car? I'll take you home."

"No, no, we have to go to the hospital. It's not far, so I won't bother Auntie."

Li Sheng and Mu Yulu waved their hands to decline. After sending off the Audi car, the two looked at each other, sighed with emotion, and rode to the Sixth People's Hospital of Yin City.

Han Letian's mother is a fashion designer and his father is a software architect. When they were young, they were both senior otakus and otaku girls. They read light novels, anime, animation, galgame, AVG, and Visual Novel, and they were Brahmins in the second dimension.

Now, these two people, who have money and leisure time and are very young in mentality, often go to comic exhibitions in various places.

Their lifelong dream is to wait for the successful listing of Prometheus Labs' brain catheter and continue to travel in the virtual world.

In a sense, they are very enviable parents.

At least it's much healthier than the family atmosphere of Li Sheng and Mu Yulu - Mu Yulu's mother suffers from heart disease and is hospitalized all year round, so she has to go and take care of her.

As for Li Sheng, in addition to visiting Mu Yulu's mother, he also had to visit Aunt Zhao at Zhao Ji Cake Shop where he worked before.

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Airports have witnessed more sincere kisses than wedding halls, and hospital walls have heard more prayers than churches.

After finishing the visit, Li Sheng walked downstairs and sat on a bench in the flower bed rest area of ​​the hospital. Looking at the bright moon in the night sky, he inexplicably thought of these words.

He actually doesn't like coming to the hospital that much. It has nothing to do with the vague smell of disinfectant that permeates the air, but mainly some examples.

The children surrounding the hospitalized elderly person are always quarreling about which family contributed less money, contributed less effort, or received more inheritance;

A worker with lung disease in his prime was lying on the hospital bed. His family members and the factory owner outside the ward discussed the compensation price and decided to give him up;

In order to defraud some compensation, the parents pushed the cold corpse of their child to the hospital and asked doctors to save it;

Li Sheng admits that he is not a compassionate and kind-hearted Holy Mother, but sometimes he also thinks that it would be great if there was a panacea in the world that could cure all diseases and relieve all pain.

"excuse me."

Uncle Zhao, who was wearing a peaked cap, sat next to Li Sheng. His face was much thinner and he could not hide his fatigue. He was holding a pack of cheap cigarettes in his hand. He was about to take out one when he remembered something and put it back.

"City demolition is really fast now. I went to take a look yesterday. In just a few days, the cake shop was demolished."

He sighed: "It took almost three months to buy equipment, go through the formalities, and decorate. Thinking about it now, it feels like a lifetime ago."

Maybe as people get older, they like to reminisce about the past.

Uncle Zhao rambled on about the past, how he and his wife met each other, how they gained a foothold in Yin City, and what joy and anxiety they felt after having a child.

The story of life is neither short nor long. The paper shells of cheap cigarettes are crumpled, and the story has come to an end.

Li Sheng, who had been listening quietly and responding occasionally, was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Uncle Zhao, you didn't wear a hat before."

".Did you see it?"

Uncle Zhao smiled bitterly and took off the peaked cap on his head. The originally thick hair was extremely sparse, and there were some spots on the yellowed scalp.

"And here." He rolled up his right sleeve, and there was a red rash on his arm.

Li Sheng hesitated and said: "This is."

"The doctor said that your aunt's cancer is very difficult, and even cutting out most of the liver cannot cure it. The most effective medical solution is gene therapy from Gen-Sys Biotechnology Company. Four courses of treatment cost hundreds of thousands per course. "

Uncle Zhao calmly said: "I tried my best to raise some money, but it was still not enough, so I signed up to participate in this company's new drug experiment.

For each injection, 10,000 yuan will be given. If the sequelae are serious, give 30,000 yuan. After five injections, each injection will cost more. "

The breeze blew, and the sparse hair flew like tumbleweeds in a Western movie.

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Li Sheng was silent for a long time, and then said hoarsely: "I thought this kind of human experiment could only be done in India."

"Haha, people in different regions have different genes. If GS wants to produce special drugs in China, of course it has to find domestic experimenters."

Uncle Zhao smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have rare panda blood, so I charge more than others."

If a "moral model" or a "social elite" were standing here, they would definitely accuse Uncle Zhao of being ignorant.

Should medical experiments with unknown risks be done by ordinary people in their right minds? Who knows what's in the potions given by those big companies.

What if after ten or twenty years, the sequelae suddenly appear? Alzheimer's disease, stroke, and hemiplegia are all coming together, and now this small amount of money is not even enough for medical treatment. If you want to claim compensation, the contract terms provided by the big company have already sealed all possibilities.

Li Sheng hesitated to speak several times, but in the end he said nothing - there is only one disease in the world. Poor disease.

Uncle Zhao patted Li Sheng on the shoulder, put on his hat, and walked upstairs.