My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 35 The layout is small
Meng Lang couldn't help covering his face.

Of course I know that when buying a house, location is very important.

But I only know that if I choose the wrong thing, I will lose money, but I don’t know that if I choose the wrong thing, it can kill me...

The homepage of "Fortress Besieged" is still Zhang Zhenlou map.

In the photo, Meng Lang took a selfie with a strange woman with his phone.

Both of them were wearing hospital gowns. Although their faces were haggard, there was still a hint of a smile on their lips.

Just like the description in the book, this is a very quiet looking girl, with a tear mole in the corner of her eye, and light purple strangle marks on her face, which spoil the overall beauty of the girl's face.

Meng Lang didn't know how long it would take to wear a protective mask continuously to cause such a bruise.

But he knew that it must have been many sleepless days and nights...

He took out his mobile phone, opened the browser and searched for the keywords "Wushi" and "Oulu".

Soon, the search results pop up.

[Ou Lu: female, master, intern at Wushi Third Hospital, graduated from Qingbei Medical College and Qingbei School of Communication Disease Medicine, and received a master's degree in clinical medicine...]

Sure enough!
Wu City Third Hospital...

Thanks to the ubiquitous Internet, Meng Lang quickly found his own hospital.

Uh, it always feels a little weird to say that, this damn sense of space-time confusion...

In the online search results, there is also a half-length professional photo of Ou Lu in a white coat.

Compared with the photos in "Fortress Besieged", Ou Lu at this time is still a little green, but it can be seen that it should be the same person.

"Practitioner? It seems that she has just graduated, and she should be able to be promoted to attending physician in two years, right?"

Looking at the young and beautiful Ou Lu in the photo, Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Not surprisingly, this cheerful and optimistic Doctor Ou, who likes to sing, is at the same age, will also be in that pandemic in the near future...

"Type X virus... What kind of virus can cause such serious consequences?"

Meng Lang's hometown is in a small mountain village more than 200 kilometers away from Wushi, and he also spent his four-year university career in Wushi, so he is no stranger to this city.

It can be said that apart from the super first-tier cities of Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, Wushi, like Suzhou where he lives, is a new first-tier city that can be ranked among the top ten in China.

In addition to being the capital of a province, Wushi is also the only sub-provincial city in the six central provinces. It is located in the geographical center of our country and is an important industrial base and comprehensive transportation hub in China.

Such a traffic artery with a population of over ten million.

It's hard to imagine how critical the situation is for the higher-ups to make such a decision.

Even the f virus in 2002 has never seen such a big fight.

But meng lang knew that this decision must be difficult and painful.

This shows the horror of the X virus from the side.

"I seem to remember that this incident seems to be mentioned in the first episode of "Miserables"..."

Meng Lang recalled carefully.

[At the end of that year, the child was born prematurely, a fat boy weighing 7.7 catties, with type B blood.

The fireworks are all over the sky outside, as if the whole world is celebrating me...

Even the pandemic that broke out in the second year couldn't dilute my joy...]

"Yes! That's it!" Meng Lang hammered his palm with his right hand.

"In just over a month, the situation has become critical. It seems that this virus spreads extremely fast and is extremely harmful.

I just don’t know how long it lasted and how the specific casualties are..."

Due to its isolation from the outside world, "Fortress Besieged" does not provide many clues, and even the subsequent development of the incident is not very clear.

But it doesn't matter, meng lang said, there is nothing else on his side, there are just too many people!
One "Meng Lang" has fallen, and there are countless "Meng Lang" who will follow, so I ask you if you are afraid.

According to the refresh rate of one update per day... Theoretically, I can make 365 of them a year!
No matter how many pits there are, I can fill them in for you!

If he wanted to send a few more "himselfs" into the dangerous place, wouldn't the information be at his fingertips?

Just do it like this, it's a bit of a "Meng Lang".

"It's strange, why is such a big thing, except that "Les Miserables" once mentioned it, but other versions of the autobiography never mentioned it?"

He began to think about such a question.

"Les Miserables" survived for 18 years.

"Mein Kampf" survived for 10 years.

"Late Justice" survived for 10 years.

"Alive" survived for 3 months.

"Fortress Besieged" has survived for nearly 2 years.

According to the time span of my survival in the first three episodes, it is entirely possible to experience the entire pandemic completely, so why are there only a few words left?

Does this mean that the amount of information that can be conveyed in this book is limited, so each "self" can only choose the most critical "information" in "this life" to convey to himself?

Meng Lang stroked the "Fortress Besieged" in his hand...

This book... seems to have become thicker?

He reopened the book, "1, 2, 3... 2887!"

Counting punctuation marks, there are 2887 characters in total!

Meng Lang recalled carefully. He remembered that "Miserable Life" at the beginning was only seven or eight hundred words long, then "Mein Kampf" was eight or nine hundred words, and then "Justice Late" was more than 3000 words... until now The time is nearly [-] words.

In terms of length, this seems to be an incremental process.

Could it be... this "autobiography" is not simply a "rare item", but a "growable equipment"?
"Is it a pure coincidence, or is it because the gap in time and space is getting bigger and bigger, so more and more information can be 'smuggled' in this 'autobiography'?

Or, because I changed the future, the time and space smuggling technology in the future is more advanced, so more information can be transmitted? "

Meng Lang couldn't figure it out.

But he suddenly reversed his thinking.

Assuming that this "autobiography" does not need a little bit of "squeezing toothpaste" as I thought, but can transmit information without limit, then I can have a wave of extreme show operations!
What are you afraid of?

Wait for the next episode of "I" for ten years, then find a top-notch related medical paper, perform copy ninjutsu directly, and then submit it to the top medical journal "The Lancet Flying Knife".

For another example, live to the end of the play, directly copy the molecular formula of the specific medicine, then open a pharmaceutical company to apply for a patent, and finally go on the market like this... World peace!
Still a win-win!

Who said I can't understand medicine because I'm a Chinese major?Why don't I be allowed to be self-taught and become a cross-border "knowledge king"?
No, no, the mind is still not open enough, and the steps are still not big enough!
Since there is no limit to the length, then...

Who stipulates that my autobiography cannot be updated by a million words every day?
"One Hundred Years of Solitude", "Once in a Thousand Years", "5000 Years of China", "A Brief History of the Solar System", "The Chronicle of the Milky Way", "The End of the Universe"...

Not only the next episode, he even thought of the title of the finale.

I'm afraid...a bookshelf might not be enough for it.

Or rent a warehouse first?

If you really get yourself a future version of "Siku Quanshu"...

History, humanities, art, society, economy, technology...

My God, am I trying to plagiarize the rhythm of the future of the entire human civilization?
Plagiarism can last as long as I can live.

This is too exciting, right?

Is this the correct way to open this "autobiography"?

I'm sorry, the old me... the layout is small!

(End of this chapter)