Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 42 Penetration

Just when Zhang Zicheng wanted to go further, the phone rang suddenly.

He picked it up and saw that it was Lu Youpeng's video call.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Zhang Ziyi's mind, and he hung up without thinking.

He just hung up, and before he had time to block the other party, he sent two pictures.

In the first picture, the other party took a picture of his big face from the bottom up with a death angle, and his grin was so ugly.

But behind the big face, it was the community building that he was renting.

The second picture is a pathology report taken by a mobile phone, and then sent a message saying: Brother, I have cancer.

And at the end, there is a crying and laughing expression covering his face.

Zhang Zicheng stopped holding Hei's opponent's hand, and frowned.

If this medical record was sent by another friend, Zhang Zicheng would never say a word, just ask the other person's location, and then meet with the other person.

But the person who posted this picture was Lu Youpeng... This guy is a video blogger, can you believe what the video blogger says?

Especially doing funny videos.

So he replied: "You are sick, why come to me? Don't spend more time with your family?"

Lu Youpeng replied quickly: "I'm afraid my family members will be worried, so I dare not tell them."

"Then you dare to tell me?"

"Didn't you know that I was filming the video? I must be suspicious all the way, so you won't worry about me."

indeed.

This sounds really like the other party is sick, but Zhang Zicheng still thinks, what if it's "I predicted your prediction"?

At this time, I went back to look at the first selfie again. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Zhang Zicheng felt a little haggard from the other party's ugly face.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zicheng shook his head and sighed.

Forget it, anyway, the low-dimensional matter has come to an end for the time being, Huang Tian's system has started to run automatically, and the transportation tools for opening up the new world have not yet started to be built, so it happens to be a little free time.

The time when he sent the message was a coincidence. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it was indeed time for dinner, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

So Zhang Zicheng typed back: "Wait, I'm going down now, if you dare to trick me into making a video with such a thing, you will pay for all the dinner expenses for the next year."

Lu Youpeng: OK
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Two weeks later, Zhang Zicheng saw Lu Youpeng again, and found that it was not an illusion, the other party was indeed haggard.

Obviously, he was still a little puffy, but his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was covered with red pimples caused by anxiety.

As soon as the other party met, he spread his hands cheerfully and said, "Look, I don't have any equipment for taking videos on me."

Zhang Zicheng took a careful look at the opponent's whole body, but couldn't find anything like a pinhole camera. Finally, he couldn't help but worry and said, "You boy, it's not true that you're coming with me, is it?"

After all, the relationship between the two is still good. Although Zhang Zicheng was annoyed a few times after he made the short video, he also made extra money and knew that the other party's character was not bad.

When Lu Youpeng was in college, he was willing to support some children in impoverished mountainous areas online.But because I don’t have much money, I struggled repeatedly among several children. I was afraid that helping one would cause the other children to lose hope, so I asked everyone in the dormitory to read the information of those children together and analyze who needed the money the most.

The final result is that one person in the entire dormitory sponsors one child.Because of this incident, although everyone has been working hard on different paths after graduation, gathering less and leaving more, the relationship between them is still good.

Lu Youpeng said with a cheap smile: "Hehe, actually, I still have a camera in the dark, just to take pictures of your expressions. The audience misses you, and you are the face value of our channel."

Zhang Zicheng said unhappily: "I'm a good-looking ass, have you ever seen a little girl looking at me in the street? Stop being embarrassing and show me the case."

Lu Youpeng shrugged and said, "Didn't I send it to you? Why did I bring that unlucky thing with me when I went out, and I don't plan to put up QR codes on the street to beg for food."

As he spoke, he greeted in one direction: "Let's go, let's go drink."

Zhang Zicheng followed and frowned, "Can you drink in this state?"

Lu Youpeng said cheerfully, "I can't, so I'll see you drink."

Zhang Zicheng was convinced: "Are you sick? When I go out to eat and drink alone, why am I celebrating?"

"It really is."

Now that the roadside stalls are open, and the suburban management itself is not strict, it is around ten o'clock, which is the time when the business of grilled skewers and spicy soup is good.

But considering that Lu Youpeng didn't know whether it was true or not, Zhang Zicheng still chose a slightly more formal small restaurant, and ordered a few side dishes without ordering wine.

During this period, Zhang Zicheng studied the medical records sent to him by Lu Youpeng a little bit.

It read on it: There were lumps of different sizes in some areas of the patient's kidney, with clear borders, hard texture, and off-white color.

"Kidney cancer?" Zhang Zicheng raised his head and asked.

Lu Youpeng ate the meat skewers, and nodded: "Yes, fortunately, it's an early stage, and the doctor said that it is very likely to be cured. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in the mood to eat this kind of small restaurant, and I would definitely go to a high-end restaurant to have a beheaded meal."

Zhang Zicheng heaved a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "That's good, and you have two kidneys, so losing one of your operations won't affect your life."

"Go, go, my operation must be successful, okay?" Lu Youpeng waved his hand as a gesture of dismissal.

Zhang Zicheng asked again: "Since you found out, why didn't you just go to the hospital and come all the way to find me?"

Lu Youpeng paused with his chopsticks while eating, and smiled: "Because I'm a little scared, and I want to find someone to accompany me in the operation, and you are the closest, so I came to you."

Zhang Zicheng was silent for a while: "When will the operation be performed?"

Lu Youpeng bit his chopsticks, and said vaguely: "Not necessarily, anyway, I plan to be hospitalized tomorrow, and it may take a week or two to prepare? Actually, I don't know what the operation is for, whether it is resection or chemotherapy, when the time comes Follow the doctor's orders."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said, "That's why I came here. Please go to the hospital and stay with me for a while. I want to tell my family after I'm cured, lest they cry and look bad."

Zhang Zicheng nodded and said, "Okay, when the time comes, Dad will definitely go and urinate for you."

"Thank you dad."

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while. Usually, when two people gather for dinner, they must talk about everything and gossip. They mainly talk about games and food, and imagine life after they have money or superpowers.

But now, they are not in the mood to talk about these things.

Suddenly, Zhang Zicheng was in a trance, feeling as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It's really a scene of chatting with Lu Youpeng, it's too realistic.

Familiar scenes, familiar streets, familiar fireworks, and the impact of a friend's sudden serious illness all made Zhang Zicheng withdraw from the previous low-dimensional world, just like he was withdrawn from the game to face reality like going to work.

Because of his habit of fantasizing, Zhang Zicheng likes to put the real world aside and the virtual world aside, so that he can switch at any time without interfering with each other.

But because of the experience of getting the golden finger, which is more dreamy than winning the lottery, he subconsciously misplaced the matter of getting the golden finger.

He almost forgot that his life was undergoing an indescribable major change.

It may even be a drastic change unprecedented in ten thousand years for the whole world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zicheng stretched out his hand and patted Lu Youpeng's shoulder.

But he was wearing a coat, so Zhang Zicheng held Lu Youpeng's wrist again.

Lu Youpeng was stunned: "Father, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zicheng almost burst out laughing, and said seriously: "Don't talk, I'll take your pulse."

As he said that, without the aid of the screen, he concentrated his attention and manipulated the super white blood cells in his body to swim towards his fingertips.

Although he was not used to it at first because there was no systematic help, but he quickly found the feeling.

Sure enough, the ascending spiritual force is still useful, although it is very vague, but Zhang Zicheng feels that with a little practice, he can control their position just like manipulating internal force in martial arts novels.

Zhang Zicheng couldn't help feeling hot inside.

Not to mention anything else... If I can cure Lu Youpeng...

How much money can I make by treating cancer alone?

Of course, Zhang Zicheng also knows that this matter has a lot to do with it. It is a market of hundreds of billions of dollars casually, and this ability must not be exposed casually.

At least, not until you have the strength to protect yourself.

So the enthusiasm in my heart turned around and turned back, and I changed my goal: before making money, I must improve my personal strength as soon as possible!

At least you must first be not afraid of conventional sniper rifles, right?
There are various thoughts in his mind, but the super white blood cells all over his body are already ready to go at his fingertips.

Afterwards, Zhang Zicheng closed his eyes, shielded himself from the interference of the surrounding environment, and kept imagining in his mind that the white blood cells would elongate their bodies one by one and turn them into needle-like shapes.

At this time, the imaginary painting suddenly became very concrete in his mind, and Zhang Zicheng felt as if he was "being there".

He seemed to see countless translucent golden slimes, one by one, elongated their bodies, like towers, and then the tips of the towers gradually became sharper and covered with layers of crystals.

This is the ability of the Cthulhu of Liberty and the Cthulhu of Justice.

Then probably the ability of Eros is at work, these super white blood cells swim in the thick epidermis very smoothly, no cells can hinder them.

Zhang Zicheng's eyes suddenly opened. Although he didn't feel anything in terms of 'physical sensation', he was extremely sure in terms of 'spirituality'.

The super white blood cells entered Lu Youpeng's blood!

(End of this chapter)