The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

A blue arc flashed across Zhang Tong's fingertips. The electric sparks flicker very brightly. Even if Jiang Hua is not in the mood now, it is very easy to notice the changes in Zhang Tong's fingertips.

"This is what you told me last time, the weak electromagnetic ability you have?" Jiang Hua has automatically made up the electromagnetic ability that Zhang Tong didn't mention last time into a very weak ability.

Man is a terrible animal. Sometimes what he makes up in his own brain is considered correct. This effect is called the Mandela effect.

This effect was named after former South African President Mandela. When Mandela passed away in 2013, many people were surprised. Didn’t Mandela die early? Some people think Mandela died in the 80s, some in the 90s, and some think he was definitely dead in 2000. Then a group of people posted photos of Morgan Freeman and Denzel Washington on WeChat Moments to commemorate the passing of Mandela.

And the same brain supplementation also occurs in the common sense knowledge of many people's daily life. For example, the song that most Chinese people will sing wrong: fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers. But in fact his lyrics are 56 constellations and 56 flowers. The 56 ethnic groups are made up by everyone. How can there be 56 ethnic groups, there are no 56 ethnic groups at all.

There is also a common sense in most people's minds, that is, the so-called Copernicus was burned to death. However, the person who was burned to death was actually Bruno. Copernicus died. He published the heliocentric theory just before his death in old age.

The Mandela Effect profoundly affects everyone, and even changes the common sense that the world should be normal. Even if Jiang Hua is called the Queen of Gravity, it cannot change the brain supplement effect of human beings.

Subconsciously, she had made up Zhang Tong's electromagnetic ability into a very weak ability. I even imagined a plot where Zhang Tong was inspecting at the homecoming office, but he couldn't detect this weak ability no matter what. This kind of brain supplement memory is called human self-memory perfection.

Its role is to perfect those incomplete and logical memories in your mind. And this kind of self-brained memory will become more and more detailed with the passage of time, and the details will become more and more perfect, making the fake more and more like the real one. It has been perfected until even Leonardo, who is playing with a spinning top, cannot steal real memories from this illusory dream.

Now Jiang Hua has completely believed that Zhang Tong's electromagnetic ability is a very, very weak ability. And all of this was made up by her own brain.

Regarding Jiang Hua's brain supplement, Zhang Tong said helplessly: "Who told you that my electromagnetic ability is very weak?"

Jiang Hua waved his hand: "It doesn't matter whether you are strong or weak. What do you mean by showing this ability in front of me? Do you still have the ability to use electromagnetics to help people treat diseases in another world? Your surname is Zhang, not Yang."

"Using electromagnetic power to cure diseases, why do you believe in the surname Yang?" Zhang Tong was a little confused, but he quickly let go of this matter: "Anyway, let me tell you this, my electromagnetic power can be controlled to a very small level , capable of manipulating very, very small electromagnetic responses."

"Such ability can help your dad's operation." Zhang Tong said it bluntly at this time.

Because this is the time when human life is at stake, and it cannot be said that for the sake of secrecy, or something like that, it is deliberately concealed and nothing is said.

Because Zhang Tong knows too well that in this case, curing the disease is the second priority, and the first priority is to be able to stabilize Jiang Hua's mood. Then he further stabilized Jiang Aijun's mood.

Because many facts told Zhang Tong that many people did not die of illness, but were scared to death by themselves after getting sick. Not long ago, there was a living example. He still hasn't forgotten that Mr. Ji who urinated blood.

He is a typical example of a minor illness frightened into a serious illness. It is said that he has been arrested now, but because he is a little too sick, he must be released on medical parole. It seems that he will not live long.

So at this time, Jiang Hua must believe that he has the ability to help his father through this difficulty.

"I'm not going to tell you about being strong or weak right now, but about controlling my abilities. Look here is a banana." Zhang Tong took out a big banana from his trouser pocket.

"Watch." Zhang Tong held a banana with a serious face.

A big pale yellow banana slowly changed a lot in Zhang Tong's hand.

Half of the egg-yellow skin of the banana quickly turned black as if oxidized instantly, while the other half degenerated from yellow to cyan. It's like returning to the immature moment.

Regardless of whether it is yellow or black, various small characters began to appear densely on the banana peel. On the part of the cyan banana peel is small black characters, and on the part of the black banana peel is small cyan characters.

Jiang Hua took a closer look, and found that the small characters were composed of tiny dots that were almost imperceptible. After reading it carefully, Jiang Hua discovered that Zhang Tong actually carved the entire article describing the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge on the banana.

Zhang Tong actually wanted to be a little more aggressive and write articles like a thousand-character prose, but after he thought about it carefully, he found that he was apart from the mysterious universe and the wild. I can't remember the rest.

The only thing I can still recite in its entirety now is the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge that I learned when I was very young.

"Micro-level electromagnetic control?" Jiang Hua came to this inference after carefully watching what Zhang Tong did to this innocent big banana.

Because the small dots that make up the characters are very fine and dense, many times finer than hair.

Jiang Hua couldn't see it completely, she could only make a simple guess.

Zhang Tong nodded and shook his head and said, "Actually, it will be a little thinner. As long as Uncle Jiang's cancer cells don't spread throughout the body, I believe I can help Dr. Lin completely eradicate his tumor without leaving any traces. The opportunity for the lesion to recur. Uncle Jiang will definitely be cured."

Zhang Tong's words are very firm and decisive.

Jiang Hua looked at Zhang Tong: "Have you ever done surgery with your ability?"

"I've done a few."

"Successful?"

"It's still very successful." Zhang Tong thought of Mr. Ji who was urinating blood, and he didn't know whether to tell Jiang Hua about this personal case.

Jiang Hua is also very upset now. She grabbed a few hairs vigorously and messed up all the hair before saying: "Okay, Lao Zhang, I really believe you this time." Although people sometimes do some very outrageous things, they are still very reliable when they are serious. Since he said so, he is probably sure.

Although Zhang Tong's battery capacity is not strong, but with such high-precision control. Then it will indeed be of great help to the operation. He can help remove some lesions that even Lin Xiao may not be able to remove. Kill latent cancer cells directly with electromagnetic power.

Jiang Hua's mind is very confused now, he only thinks about his father's illness, and has no time to think about other things. Concerned about chaos, said is such a situation.

And Zhang Tong is much calmer than Jiang Hua now, because after Lin Xiao checked Zhang Aijun's body, Zhang Tong checked him with his electromagnetic ability. As Lin Xiao said, Jiang Aijun's problem is not serious. As long as the lesions are removed and some lesions that may recur are partially killed with electromagnetic power, the problem will not be too big.

So compared to Jiang Hua, who is now focusing on his father, Zhang Tong thinks a little further. He said to Jiang Hua: "I think Uncle Jiang Aijun is ill this time, it will be an opportunity."

"Huh?" Jiang Hua looked at Zhang Tong as if he saw a mental patient.

"What I'm saying is, at least this time, it can promote the reconciliation of the three old Jiang family brothers, right?" Zhang Tong said very seriously: "I know this matter is a little difficult for you to deal with, and you may not be in the mood now .Leave this matter to me. I guarantee that this time, Uncle Jiang will not only recover his health as if nothing happened, but also take care of the family relationship between your uncle and your second uncle."

"Are you serious?" Hearing these words, why did Jiang Hua feel so disbelieving?

"Of course it's true. I won't joke with my future wife." Zhang Tong blinked at Jiang Hua.

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