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Chapter 189 This world is over

Things went far better than expected.

Ms. Xu gently put down the tea tray, motioned to the two of them and said, "I have something to do. Just finish your tea and go on your own. Remember to close the door gently."

No urging, no politeness.

The simple hospitality, with a hint of caution, almost ignored the young people who claimed to be students.

In the study room next to the living room, she organized documents and files in an orderly manner, frowning from time to time, or looking up upstairs.

He Shen and Lin Huiyin sat down quietly with teacups in hand, not looking around and not wanting to communicate.

One wait is two hours.

As time continued to pass, a child's call suddenly came from upstairs. Ms. Xu put down her work and left the study to go upstairs.

I noticed that the young man who came to see me in the morning was still waiting quietly with a rare smile on his face.

"It's noon. Let's have a meal together. Mr. Da is probably awake."

After that, he hurried upstairs.

Soon the two of them walked down the stairs one after another. The man behind him was fiddling with his buttons and complained: "In July, fire flows, and in September, clothes are given. I have already worn the gown, can I dispense with the vest?"

"You are weak and cannot bear the cold. The vest is made of cotton. I will tie it for you."

Xu Guangping seemed to be taking care of an old child, coaxing him to do it himself. However, he didn't expect that his children would be busy with their ink, and he was trying to find a loophole to get through.

"Hai Ying, please don't act nonsense. If you have guests at home, please be more careful."

"Who is here? Is it Xiao Jun?"

The little man with a mustache held his waist and lowered his head to look down.

"Two young men, claiming to be students from Fudan University, came to see you after hearing about your illness and even brought gifts."

When a man straightens his clothes that have been messed up by a child, his expression is always calm. Perhaps his expression changes suddenly when he is angry.

The woman led the child to the study room, found a piece of white paper for him to practice calligraphy, and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

The little man was already extremely thin, but fortunately he wore thick clothes so nothing could be seen.

But you can't cover your face.

Seeing that he always walked with his back straight, when he entered the living room and saw He Shen, he actually showed doubts.

He Shen took the initiative to say hello: "Mr. Zhou is taking the liberty. He is not a student in the lower building. He only knows how to wield a knife and a stick."

After shaking hands with my idol and introducing myself, I felt very happy.

"Mr. Zhou, my name is Lin Huiyin. I majored in architecture. I am a scholar with some knowledge of literature and calligraphy." Lin Huiyin was a bit reserved. In the early years, she was very close to the Crescent Sect, and Lu Xun once fought against the entire Crescent Sect single-handedly.

"I know, you are Liang Yinbing's daughter-in-law. What is your relationship with Mr. Duan?"

A man and a woman visiting hand in hand would easily be misunderstood in this era, let alone a married woman.

"This is my personal doctor. Today I am visiting and asking for consultation. Can I let him take a look?"

She couldn't understand the meaning of Lu Xun's words, because she had a clear conscience, so there was no need to worry about it.

He Shenlaiyi made it clear in the car that he was afraid of being rejected by Mr. Lu Xun with slight words, and hoped that she would come forward to deal with it.

And because she also suffered from lung disease, this is even more convincing.

"What disease can a martial artist cure? I guess he is in his early twenties, unreliable! Unreliable!" Lu Xun waved his hand, then touched his pocket to find cigarettes. After all, he loved to ride in the clouds.

Lu Xun lit his cigarette, and when he saw the hopeful expressions on their faces, he sighed: "Sit down, everyone. You have good intentions, but I also have difficulties."

You are really stubborn, but future generations like your stubbornness. He Shen motioned to Lin Huiyin to let her try harder.

Always do your best when entrusted by others.

"When I was teaching in the Northeast a few years ago, I couldn't stand the weather there. I contracted severe lung disease. I could barely get up. I kept coughing up blood every day. My wife was heartbroken when she saw it. I visited famous doctors at home and abroad but still had little effect. Later, I transferred to He was nursed back to health in Peiping and received treatment from Union Medical College Hospital, but the result was that he was still bedridden and weak."

Having said so much before, Lu Xun kept smoking and frowning as he listened without interrupting Xu Shi's feelings.

Lin Huiyin continued: "After several years of nursing, I was short of breath every day, and my condition became torturous again and again. But in April this year, I met Mr. Duan. He is proficient in martial arts Qigong, which can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, nourish the internal organs, and strengthen the body. body."

Lu Xun became serious and stared at the young He Shen.

He has short hair, wears a suit and leather shoes, has fair skin, handsome face, and is tall and powerful.

A coaxing pretty boy and a charlatan.

But he has nothing to gain, so why would he deceive a person who has no wealth and no color.

Regardless of ulterior motives or not!Only by knowing his origins can we deduce something.

"Young man, where are you from? Are you Chinese?"

Lu Xun narrowed his eyes, and the smoke between his fingers flew into his messy hair, making him look even more lazy.

He Shen stood up suddenly, too lazy to explain any more nonsense. He faced Lu Xun and said, "Hearing is false and seeing is true. Mr. Zhou, please judge for yourself."

As he spoke, He Shen took off his suit jacket, casually put it on the back of the chair, unbuttoned the two sleeves of his white shirt, and slowly rolled up the cuffs, revealing only his bare palms.

Pointing to the Western-style dining table, he asked, "Is it very precious?"

"Old things given by others are not worth much."

"Then please open your eyes!"

He Shenjie concentrated his energy and performed the Turtle Wave Qigong. He stretched out his left and right index fingers and counted points in the air on the table. He saw several holes instantly appear on the half-inch thick solid board. Each hole was as thick as a finger, but uneven.

This move shocked Lu Xun to sit up straight, threw away the cigarette butt, and reached out to touch it.

The entrance to the cave was slightly warm, but not hot to the touch, and there were no signs of fire.

The other thing is the sound, whether it is the sound breaking through the air or hitting the table, it is very quiet, which is incredible.

No matter how unbelievable it is, he waved his hand and pointed at the glass screen behind him: "Try this, if it still breaks through, I, Lu Xun, will apologize to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Shen stretched out his hand and the air-breaking energy immediately condensed into a very fast sharp blade, easily penetrating the glass and leaving an oval hole.

Fortunately, the distance was relatively close, no more than ten meters, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

Even though you just use your true energy to make a few random holes, the consumption of your internal energy and mind far exceeds that of other uses of true energy.

At this time, He Shen didn't have much Qi left in his body, so high-speed long-range fixed-point attacks like the Turtle Shock Wave consume extremely terrifying amounts of Qi.

Lu Xun pushed away the chair, walked to the screen, touched the unbroken glass, and finally showed horror in his eyes.

"What a wonderful skill! Are there really talented people in this world? They can make things unreachable and unimaginable for ordinary people." Looking back at He Shen, he no longer had any intention of looking down upon him, and said to him: "Are you an expert in the immortal way? ? Zhou was negligent, but what I have learned in my life makes me not believe this is true."

"Is it true or false? You need evidence to tell. You can't prove it is false. Even if you have doubts, you should give it a try."

"That's true. I can't find any evidence, but there must be someone in the world who can do it. Why not let you take a look now!"

Then he sat back at the table, stretched out his right hand and asked, "Is it taking a pulse?"

"No need for this, just hold our hands." He Shen stretched out his hand on the table, held his right hand and started to circulate Qi.

In an instant, the true energy spread to all parts of the chest, causing Lu Xun to complain about something strange. When his breathing became smooth and his whole body became strong, he was shocked and turned pale with joy.

After a while, He Shen took back his true energy and his face turned dark and scary.

According to his observations, Lu Xun not only suffered from severe bronchitis and emphysema, but also suffered from fatal tuberculosis, and suffered from exudative pleurisy in his right lung, and he might suffocate to death at any time.

Qi can only improve body functions and delay the disease appropriately, but it cannot eradicate the disease.

In this era without penicillin and streptomycin, this disease was considered a terminal illness.

No matter which country or hospital we go to, we can only try to prolong the patient's life, but cannot cure the pulmonary syndrome.

There were still six years to go before large-scale mass production of penicillin; there were still ten years to go until streptomycin was widely used.

Sulfonamide drugs are available, but their effects are not obvious and their side effects are very serious.

Lu Xun and Lin Huiyin had been waiting for He Shen to tell the result. Seeing his ugly face, they couldn't help but feel uncertain.

"My little friend, it doesn't matter. Zhou's illness lasted only a day or two. Countless people have taken the medicine and seen it. I can bear any result." Lu Xun was very open-minded. He was not indifferent to life and death, but I think I won't die.

After all, he studied medicine in his early years and did not think that a mere lung disease could kill him.

"Mr. Zhou, there is only one method that can be tried reluctantly, but whether it works or not depends on God's will."

"We don't talk to God, but if you have something to say, just say it!" Lu Xun hated the dregs in traditional Chinese medicine. He often did not clarify the cause of the disease for patients and rambled on, ultimately delaying the patient's treatment time.

In fact, the theory of traditional Chinese medicine is very rich and involves all aspects, but when applied in practice, the effect is not satisfactory.

What I'm talking about here is not an accident, let alone an exception. Even the ancestors and sages of medicine would often fail when faced with difficult and complicated diseases, or even get by. Everything depends on God's will.

Perhaps it will come back to the issue of treating the symptoms and treating the root cause.

However, emergency treatment is the most important thing; if it is a chronic disease, it is often to treat the symptoms first, and then slowly cure the root cause.

He Shen didn't want to tell anyone about his condition and directly proposed a treatment method.

"First, he must quit smoking. Second, he must put down his work and be actively hospitalized to cooperate with the doctor's treatment. Third, I will use Qi every day to strengthen his body functions and delay the onset of the disease."

"If the above three points can be achieved, my husband should be able to live for a few more years, or even ten years. By then, there will definitely be a specific medicine to cure his disease."

Lu Xun didn't say anything. When Ms. Xu invited He Shen and the others to the restaurant, he went to the study to eat alone.

I'm afraid of infecting others, let alone a delicate beauty.

After everyone finished eating, they received a reply: "Thank you for your kindness. I can't quit smoking, I can't let go of work, and I don't want to trouble Mr. Duan. In this case, life or death is a matter of fate!"

He Shen stared at the fighter seriously, and inexplicably remembered that sentence: "I opened the history and looked it up. This history has no chronology, and the words "benevolence, justice and morality" are written on each crooked page. I can't sleep anyway. , I read carefully for a long time, and then I saw the words between the words, and there were two words written all over the book, which were "cannibalism"!"

China has a civilization of 5000 years, and there are countless poems, books, rituals, music, clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The most brilliant thing is "cannibalism"!
He is a sensible person, in the final analysis a mortal, but a mortal whom he deeply admires.

Lin Huiyin pulled He Shen to say goodbye and left the alley gate.

He Shen looked up to the sky and sighed: "This world is over, and the rest of my life is wasted."

"Inexplicable! Why are you saying these depressing words? We should respect Mr. Zhou's choice." Lin Huiyin greeted him into the car and ordered the driver to go to the Bund.

"I'll go back to BJ tomorrow. Go shopping with me on the beach today. Don't think too much. I'll give you what's due!"

He Shen heard the meaning of the words, his little heart skipped a beat, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Early tomorrow morning, He Shen personally sent Lin Huiyin to the ferry.

Standing by the Huangpu River, watching the beautiful woman go away, I didn't feel sad, but felt secretly happy, like a little mouse that had stolen cheese.

Back at the hotel, He Shen was ready to enjoy the singing and dancing in Shanghai and the people from all over the world.

After all, it's not a violation of the system's mission to have fun without getting married, not to mention that the engagement didn't trigger the alarm.

Speaking of Juxian, the concubine, she was not considered a husband and wife in the Republic of China. It should be more appropriate to call her a lover or a girlfriend, and she should not be called a mistress.

Because he and Shen played too much, only a month later, Cheng Dieyi shouted that he wanted to leave Shanghai, and threatened him to follow her?

How could you not follow!

A group of five people set out on the road again, this time He Shen planned to have a good stroll in the south.

The first stop is Jiaxing, rafting in the streets and alleys of Wuzhen; the second stop is Hangzhou, where the ten views of the West Lake are breathtaking; the third stop is Huangshan, where the mountains are high and the clouds are low, as if they were immortals.

Then JDZ, Jiujiang, Huangshi, and finally arrived in Wuhan in March 1937.

As the thoroughfare of nine provinces and one of the four gathering places in the world, the economy is naturally prosperous.

But he didn't expect to meet a woman on the Han River. Yes, it was Miss Gong Er.

The two stood side by side at the head of the river, looking at the Yellow Crane Tower in the distance. They had not seen each other for nearly a year, and neither of them spoke first.

In the end, Juxian explained: "If you want to blame, blame me. I was the one who informed Sister Ruomei. As early as when we were in Shanghai, we often exchanged telegrams. I didn't expect that she would follow this time."

"No wonder you, it's me who is looking for him." Gong Ruomei has changed a lot, and her temper has become even colder.

He Shen played with the jade ring in his hand and didn't want to pay attention to this woman, "What do you want from me? I haven't thought of the answer you want yet!"

Gong Ruomei's face remained stiff, as motionless as a popsicle, and her tone was calm, as if she didn't care.

"I have experienced a lot this year. I went to a city and met a man. That man was different from you. He took away his concubine and got married."

"Don't talk about your misfortune. I don't want to feel the same way, and I don't want to feel superior."

"That man talks better than you, but his martial arts skills are far inferior to yours." Miss Gong Er suddenly started to smile, because the answer she wanted had actually come to fruition.

"I'm not ugly, why have you never been tempted by me?"

"To be honest, I have moved, do you believe it?"

"I believe."

Gong Ruomei smiled even happier.

(End of this chapter)