My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 48

"Yuck~"

After coming out of the hospital, Meng Lang couldn't help retching.

"Current News..."

I just finished the friendship science popularization, and the side effects immediately happened to me.

The side effects of painless gastroscopy actually vary from person to person, and are also related to the "gentleness" of the doctor inserting the gastroscope.

Some people feel nothing after the procedure, while others swear they will never have a gastroscopy again in their lifetime.

Meng Lang was just a little nauseated, which was considered a mild reaction.

There was nothing abnormal in the final examination results. Except for a little gastritis and being told to maintain good eating habits, there were no obvious polyps or lesions.

"From this point of view, I should still be in the 'little sprout' state of gastric cancer. Fortunately, I can still be rescued..."

Although the time from early stage to late stage of gastric cancer is relatively short, the formation of gastric cancer is a relatively long process.

It can be roughly divided into "chronic superficial gastritis", "atrophic gastritis", "intestinal metaplasia", "dysplasia", and "gastric cancer".

The whole process generally takes 6 to 10 years, which roughly coincides with the onset time of "Meng Lang" in the ten-year period.

As for why Meng Lang suddenly knew so clearly...

"Ah Lang, in your whole life, you really didn't pay wrongly... It's a pity that you couldn't hold on to it in the end." Meng Lang couldn't help feeling sorry.

Two years of civil science can punch ignorant wild mandarin ducks. If you continue to study for ten or eight years, even if you can't keep up with professional doctors, you can still do it by kicking community black clinics, right?
The learning time from beginner to expert is 7 years, but this "law of [-] hours" does not seem to apply to me.

Meng Lang gave it a new name called - "24-hour law"!
This time, his "super time and space electric wave family" attribute came into play again, which also allowed meng lang to figure out some "instructions for use".

First of all, this kind of signal reception is definitely not in the order of each episode of autobiography, otherwise he should first become an amateur lawyer, and then become a medical civil servant.

From the analysis of the situation when the three "signals" are received, this is more like a "scene trigger".

Just like a patient with amnesia wants to retrieve his memory, familiar scenes are easier to "touch the scene", thus opening the "door of memory" in the brain.

In other words, in similar scenarios, it helps to increase the "synchronization rate" between the two meng langs.

Fortunately, it was this kind of "scene-triggered" synchronization, rather than a direct and brutal memory fusion. Otherwise, Meng Lang would not be able to tell who he was after a few more episodes, and he would probably go schizophrenic in the end.

Checking the time, he first sent a flying letter to Lin Haitang, then came to the side of the road, reached out and hailed a taxi and got in.

"Master, Qingsong Primary School."

The taxi starts slowly...

And as soon as he left, a bus drove into the gate of Suzhou First Affiliated Hospital outside the window behind him.

Inside the car, there were more than a dozen men and women, old or young.

"Wow, this is the First Affiliated Hospital? The environment is much better than our hospital."

"Well! Su City's gardens are well-deserved, and this environment is more suitable for patients to recover."

"Hey, hey! I said Xiaolu, although we are here to exchange and study, please give me some non-academic advice occasionally, OK?"

"We are here to communicate, not to travel."

"You workaholic! Why should I be assigned to a room with you, God! Please send down a salted fish!"

The young woman who was looking out the window couldn't help but chuckle, and turned her head to look at her funny companion.

"Perhaps... this is fate."

The smile is like a flower, and the tear mole at the corner of the eye is like a dotted stamen...

……

When you arrange your fate, fate also arranges you...

At least Meng Lang never imagined that one day, he would be crowded among a group of parents, eagerly waiting to pick up their children from school.

"Our little one loves to eat meat, but her mother doesn't let her eat too much, saying that she should limit the calories in each meal, and that she should cultivate her body shape from an early age.

How old do you think a child is, is the body important or the body important? "

"It's good to be able to eat. The little ancestor of our family has a small appetite since he was a child, so thin that I feel distressed. You see, I can secretly bring him some favorite snacks when he is picked up from school. His mother can take care of it when he comes home." Tight!"

"My daughter-in-law usually knows how to let her children go to this class and that class, and she doesn't spend as much time playing as my old man smoking a pipe."

This is the grandparents chat group.

"Has the child passed KET? Our family is preparing for PET. It's hard to grab a place to apply for the exam. Every time it's a second!"

"The piano in my family can play Czerny 599, Datanger, and I plan to take the exam next year."

"Really? We just won the eighth grade of piano, and we must finish the tenth grade this summer vacation, and we will be in the third grade next semester. We have to concentrate on our studies and have no time to study interest classes."

"I do project management, but the summer management of children is the most difficult project I have ever done!

Excluding a study tour in Europe and a study tour in the United States, the rest of the time has to be filled with courses. The distance is not a problem. The resources of famous teachers are there, and it is too difficult to make a choice when time conflicts! "

This is the parent arms race group...

Meng Lang looked at this side, then at the other side, and felt that he had entered some kind of hell dungeon in advance?
"Brother, you are so young, and you are here to pick up the child?"

At this time, a cigarette was handed over from the side, and Meng Lang turned his head to look. It was a middle-aged man in his thirties who was a bit fat.

You can tell by looking at his clothes that he is a small boss with good financial strength.

"Yes, thank you for not smoking."

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, and ordered one by himself.

Meng Lang frowned, thinking it would be impolite to leave directly.

It's not that I have any opinions on men, but that second-hand smoke is a kind of damage to my precious life, which is not much.

He took two steps to the side, occupying the upper air.

"Brother, what grade is your child in?" The middle-aged man asked very familiarly.

"Um……"

First grade or second grade?I didn't have time to ask.

But fortunately, the other party seemed to be an opening statement at all, and the answer was not important at all, and continued to talk on his own.

"My child is in the second grade, and his grades are very good. He is smart, but he is too naughty to make people worry.

Let him learn calligraphy, he said he likes to draw, let him learn to draw, he said he still likes animation, he wants to learn how to do animation!You say you are angry. "

"My child, it's good to have something you like, ha ha." Meng Lang reluctantly agreed.

"Like it? There are too many things that children like nowadays. Toys are carried back from room to room. It costs five figures to buy a small suit. A set of model airplanes costs several thousand. A random training class is a semester." Both are ten or twenty thousand.

Yesterday that kid even made a request to me, saying that if he passed the exam, he would buy him a set of Iron Man.

You said that a few dollars that are only the size of a palm would cost tens of thousands. If I didn't make a decent income, I wouldn't even have enough money to make this gold-swallowing beast. "

Meng Lang was speechless.

have to!There are still groups showing off their wealth?
While the two were talking, a group of children ran out of the school gate like galloping wild horses.

For a while, the shouts of grandparents, parents, and mothers came one after another, and the scene was like a beast coming out of the cage.

"Dad! Dad!" A chubby boy ran over with excitement on his face.

"Hey! Baby!" The middle-aged man hugged the fat boy and kissed him hard on the face.

"Dad! I got No. 2 in the whole class in this mock exam. You said that if I got into the top three, you would buy me Iron Man!"

"Really? My good son is really good, buy it! Dad will buy it for you at night!"

For a while, the father was kind and the son was filial, and he was happy.

"Uncle!" At this moment, a surprised voice came, and Xiao Yu rushed over and hugged Meng Lang's arm.

"Uncle, are you really here to pick me up?"

"Of course, can I still lie to children?" Meng Lang smiled and touched Xiao Yu's head.

"Xiao Yu?" The fat man's voice in the middle-aged man's arms was pleasantly surprised.

"Huh?" Xiao Yu noticed the little fat man beside him.

"Wang Zikai, it's you."

"It's a coincidence that you guys know each other." The middle-aged man smiled at Meng Lang.

"Well! Dad, you don't know, Xiao Yu is amazing, she is always No.1 in the class." The little fat man's eyes shone with a light called admiration.

Middle-aged man: "..."

"Cough! Brother, let's go first. It was a pleasure chatting with you!" Meng Lang said goodbye with a smile.

I promise not to take the lead in "fighting babies", but if I really fight, I am not afraid!

Xiao Yu also politely said goodbye to the two of them, then excitedly walked home with her arms around Meng Lang's hand.

"Uncle, let's go shopping for vegetables. I just asked the teacher for the recipe. You will be satisfied with it!"

"Then I'm really looking forward to it."

One big and one small figures gradually disappeared at the corner of the street, leaving only the middle-aged man with an unusual complexion.

This feeling of losing...

(End of this chapter)