"Damn it! I didn't apply for this major, cao!" The irritability in his heart made him curse unconsciously.
Zhang Yi's mother, Xu Yun, contracted a strange disease nine years ago. No matter where she went for treatment, no diagnosis could be found. Zhang Yi's father, Zhang Guangxian, went bankrupt in order to treat his wife's illness and went to countless hospitals. The final answer was
Same - can't check.
In the end, the originally prosperous life became ruined, and even the business handed down from the ancestors was destroyed. Now, the family of three rents a house in Mazhen, a suburb of Youzhou City.
Zhang Yi used to be a naughty and mischievous boy, with average academic performance at best. However, because his mother's illness could not be cured for many years, he made up his mind to be admitted to medical school and become a doctor in the future to treat his mother.
sick.
Zhang Yi has studied hard since junior high school, and his grades in the district's key high schools are still excellent. However, now, the admission notice for the college entrance examination has hit him deeply. He originally applied for an undergraduate degree in clinical medicine, but because he checked
I obeyed the transfer and was transferred to the major of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
"Traditional Chinese medicine? Health maintenance is good, can it cure my mother's disease? So many big hospitals are helpless, can Chinese medicine be effective? If I learn this, can my mother get better?" Zhang Yi was full of doubts and resentment. In his opinion,
, it is okay to rely on traditional Chinese medicine to maintain health, but it seems to have little effect on treating diseases.
Of course, this is the current thinking of some people. However, they do not know that China has a civilization of more than 5,000 years and Chinese medicine is profound and profound. Compared with Western medicine, which treats the symptoms but not the root cause, it is many times better. Today, the phenomenon that Chinese medicine cannot cure diseases is just a
Because there are fewer and fewer people who truly understand Chinese medicine, and many people who don’t even know the names of medicinal materials can just put on a white coat and work as doctors in hospitals.
This is also the reason why traditional Chinese medicine is gradually declining and becoming more and more depressed. In fact, some descendants of traditional Chinese medicine families are still quite skilled in medical skills. However, there are fewer and fewer such people, and various rules and regulations have restricted the number of people.
Really famous doctors have gradually been overshadowed by some 'quack doctors'.
Poor classmate Zhang Yi felt that the decoctions of traditional Chinese medicine were more effective than a shot of medicine, and he felt depressed because he failed to pass the examination for clinical medicine.
"Alas!" With a heavy sigh, Zhang Yi walked out of the net.
He came here not to play games, but to check the admission results. Since he was renting a house, there was no phone installed at home. After Zhang Guangxian’s cell phone broke, he was reluctant to buy a new one. He had no choice but to go online.
Inquire.
If you find someone to use the Internet here, you can save 20 cents on the public phone. There is no way, the money is saved every penny. For the future life, saving must start now.
Ma Town is close to the development zone, so there are many migrant workers renting houses. The population is dense and it is very lively.
In addition to the bustle, there is also a mixed bag of good and bad people here. There are all kinds of hooligans, sauna bathing, painless abortions and so on. Of course, there are more scammers, and all kinds of deceptions can be encountered in Ma Town.
Zhang Yizheng was walking home when a middle-aged man in his fifties, with dark skin and wearing a greasy Tai Chi uniform, walked over with a solemn face.
"Young man, your hall is dark, and there is a faint look of blood. I'm afraid there will be a disaster of blood in the near future!" The expression of this middle-aged man is simply lifelike, anxious, anxious, and there is a trace of unexplained worry.
If he were not an advanced young man who advocates science and rejects superstitious ideas, he would probably be frightened into believing it just by seeing his vivid expression.
Fortunately, Zhang Yi was not superstitious, so he said "cut" with disdain and continued to move forward.
However, the middle-aged man persevered and followed Zhang Yi, constantly talking about "bloody disaster" and "eliminating disasters and solving problems". He just followed him for fifty meters, still talking non-stop.
"Hey, let me tell you, if you weren't older than my dad, would you believe that I would have kicked you aside?" Zhang Yi was already upset, but now he is even more upset, like a childish ruffian.
It appeared again and pointed at the human being.
"I'm telling the truth, it's true. I am the 88th generation successor of Ma Yi's physiognomy. I watch the stars to calculate the fortune of the country, and I can read the faces to know the life..." The middle-aged man had a sincere face, but he was somewhat misunderstood.
unwilling.
"cao..." Zhang Yi waved his hand feebly, and he also watched the stars, calculated the national luck, and knew his life by looking at his face. He didn't know how many years he had worn the clothes that he had not washed. Xiaosheng knew this field, and it was considered the first in ancient and modern times.
He was dead. So he quickened his pace and ignored this fortune teller.
Scammers are rampant these days. But it’s the 21st century, why are there still people who cheat by fortune telling? Besides, you should find a rich person to cheat people. How much money can I have if I dress so plainly?
I lied to you. You are not professional in cheating. You deserve to starve to death.
Zhang Yi murmured in his mind as he walked. There are many people like this, but looking for young college students to defraud, especially a poor student, may be the only one who poops like a scorpion.
"Young man, you are really going to suffer a bloody disaster." Seeing that Zhang Yi had walked away, the man still refused to give up and shouted loudly.
"Me! Wipe it!" Zhang Yi couldn't bear it anymore. He wouldn't curse people like this! He roared and turned around to curse. At this moment, a loud trumpet sounded from behind him. Zhang Yi quickly turned around, but
He saw a heavy truck speeding towards him. Pedestrians on the road heard the sound and fled in a hurry.
You can tell at a glance that there must be a malfunction and it cannot stop.
In an instant, the truck rushed in front of him. Zhang Yi jumped in desperation and ran to the roadside in two or three steps. There was an abandoned bus stop here. The telephone poles and stop signs had not been demolished, so it could be regarded as a place to dodge.
.But it doesn’t matter if I run away, I just happened to have an idea with the truck driver.
Because the car had a breakdown and couldn't stop or turn off the engine, the driver wanted to find a target to force the car to stop. When he got here, he saw no one at the abandoned station on the roadside, so he rushed over in one go.
But who would have thought that Zhang Yi was also nimble and nimble, turning the direction almost at the same time as the truck and choosing the same destination. When the truck rushed towards him, he happened to escape to the station.
At this time, it was already too late to hide. I subconsciously took a step back, and the truck had already hit me.
There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the stop sign was completely knocked apart, but the truck did not stop its progress and hit the telephone pole again.
There was another loud bang. Looking at the telegraph pole that was bent at that moment, Zhang Yi secretly said "It's over" and closed his eyes subconsciously.
As a result, the imaginary feeling of flying into the air did not appear. The truck engine made two unwilling beeps and finally became quiet.
There was silence all around. Zhang Yi slowly opened his eyes and saw the bent telegraph pole twenty centimeters in front of him. Knowing that this telegraph pole finally stopped the truck at the last moment.
Fortunately, the truck was not overloaded, otherwise the pole would not be able to bear the speed it was going at. Fortunately, this is an old pole from the 1980s, and it is full of materials. If it were the current shoddy project, Zhang Yi would have died tragically on the wire.
Not only that, but he was also crushed to death by a truck.
"Look, look, I said you are in a bloody disaster. I have a secret method that can crack it and help you eliminate the disaster." The magic stick ran over with a look of gloating on his misfortune, shouting as he ran. The man almost died, but he was very worried.
Happy.
"No matter how fucking poor you are, believe it or not, I will slap you?" Zhang Yi was already in shock, but when he suddenly heard this voice, he turned around and cursed.
The moment he turned around, the truck's engine suddenly made a strange "click" sound, and the car also sped away. Fortunately, it was blocked by a telephone pole and could not start. But this shock caused the car to be loaded with
Something shook out.
Just when I turned around, I saw an object the size of a DVD disc, as clear as glass, sliding down the slope of the front of the car, and landed on Zhang's head by accident.
Perhaps the 'disk' was too sharp, coupled with the acceleration of gravity, it was directly embedded in Zhang Yi's head.
A burst of severe pain came, and then everything went black, and I lay straight on the ground...
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