"Dad...Mom...is that you...don't go...don't go..."
"Hey, isn't this the top student in our college? Why is he serving dishes in a place like this...?"
"Zhong Hao, you are such a wolf-hearted beast, my Mu family has raised you for so many years..."
"You don't have to act anymore. I know what you want. If you want to terminate the engagement, just terminate it. Anyway, I haven't cared about it..."
Perhaps because he was too excited and excited before going to bed, Zhong Hao had a lot of dreams this night, and he kept talking in his sleep, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
While waiting to wake up, Zhong Hao felt dizzy, his eyes were dry and bloodshot, and his whole person felt an indescribable discomfort.
"My head hurts so much. Hey, why didn't the alarm on my phone go off today... No, I'm going to be late..."
After his consciousness became slightly clearer, Zhong Hao suddenly opened his eyes. When his eyes fell on the clock, he couldn't help but smile a little more bitterly at the corner of his mouth.
The hands of the clock were already pointing to the ten o'clock position. Obviously, this was more than just being late. By the time he finished washing and rushed to school, I'm afraid school would have almost ended.
At this moment, Zhong Hao suddenly remembered that he left his mobile phone at Mu's house yesterday. He slept so late last night, and the quality of his sleep was not good. Without an alarm clock, he overslept in a daze.
.
"Forget it, let's go look for a house in the morning and then go to school in the afternoon..."
Zhong Hao also simply said that there was no point in rushing to school at this time. It was better to use this time to find a house first and solve the housing problem first.
What makes Zhong Hao a little regretful is that the three classes in the morning are relatively important. After going to school in the afternoon, he can only borrow class notes from his classmates.
After a brief wash, Zhong Hao picked up his wallet and left the room.
Before that, Zhong Hao had been preparing to leave the Mu family. He usually paid attention to whether there were houses for rent near the school and where the houses were cheaper.
So he didn't need to search aimlessly. After leaving the hotel, he directly locked in a place.
Behind Mingzhi Private College, there is an old community called Jinhe, attached to the right of Jincheng's most representative Martyrs Garden. It is said that the government has approved the demolition and reconstruction of this community in a few years.
, and included in the expansion of the Martyrs Garden.
Almost all the residents in the community have moved to resettlement sites that have been built by the government, and the houses they have vacated are basically rented out to students and migrant workers studying nearby.
Zhong Hao has already inquired about it. The houses in this community are very cheap. If it is just a single room, it only costs 120 yuan a month. Although it may be a little older, for Zhong Hao now, it is very affordable.
Couldn't be more appropriate.
The hotel is a bit far from Jinhe Community, but Zhong Hao enjoyed this trip very much.
Usually when riding a bicycle, he always felt that his feet were weak and weak, but now he felt much more relaxed, as if a person driving an Alto suddenly drove a super sports car like a Lamborghini. The difference was very obvious.
The journey that usually takes half an hour took him almost less than twenty minutes today. If it weren't for the old bicycle, he might have already arrived at Jinhe Community by this time.
Already.
From a distance, Zhong Hao saw one of Jincheng's landmark buildings - Jincheng Martyrs Garden.
With a history of more than 20 years, the Martyrs' Garden looks a bit old and even has a desolate feeling. This is one of the reasons why the government plans to build the Martyrs' Garden.
Zhong Hao also saw an old man standing outside the gate of the garden. The old man's eyes were looking at the towering tombstones of the martyrs in the garden from a distance, as if he was remembering something.
The old man was wearing a black tunic suit, his hair was pale, and his body was slightly bent under the influence of the years, giving him a feeling of sunset.
Zhong Hao just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. He wanted to finalize the house matter as soon as possible.
However, just as Zhong Hao was riding his bicycle through the avenue in front of the gate of the Martyrs' Garden, he suddenly discovered that the old man had collapsed to the ground without knowing it.
There was no one here at this time, and except for the passing vehicles, not even pedestrians could be seen.
Zhong Hao didn't think about anything, he directly adjusted his bike and rode towards the old man.
Since he didn't have a mobile phone, Zhong Hao couldn't make an emergency call for a while, so he leaned down and began to check on the old man's condition.
He has been self-studying medical knowledge since junior high school, and eight years have given him a certain grasp of common injuries.
The old man had passed out, his face was pale and there was no trace of blood, a few traces of blood could be seen faintly between his nose, and his breathing was very, very weak, as if he might disappear at any time.
Zhong Hao originally thought that the old man might be in a coma due to heatstroke, but after investigating, he overturned his judgment.
Judging from Zhong Hao's first step of inspection, Zhong Hao was almost certain that the old man must be suffering from some serious disease, and it was probably still in his brain.
"Could it be...cancer...brain cancer?"
This idea quickly emerged in Zhong Hao's mind. He remembered that when he was watching an information film about cancer tumors a few days ago, there were several brain cancer patients in it who were very similar to the old man at the moment.
If it was brain cancer, I'm afraid this old man's life would be in great danger. Moreover, he had just begun to come into contact with cancer-related medical expertise, and he didn't have any testing equipment in his hands, so he wouldn't be able to go deeper.
Prosecution.
"He must be sent to the hospital immediately..."
Zhong Hao didn't think about anything, and didn't care about his bicycle. He directly picked up the old man and ran quickly towards the roadside taxi stand.
The old man was very thin. He could almost be described as skinny. He could not feel any weight when he held him in his arms. Zhong Hao could tell that the old man must have been tortured by disease to become what he is now.
Fortunately, his body had just been strengthened. Before the strengthening, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold him.
Martyrs Garden is not located in the city center. Because it is relatively remote, the number of taxis here can be said to be very few.
Saving people was the most important thing, so Zhong Hao didn't care about anything else. As long as there was a car, he would reach out and stop it.
Unfortunately, as soon as the private car owners saw Zhong Hao holding an unconscious old man in his hands, they quickly accelerated the accelerator and drove away, as did two taxis among them.
This made Zhong Hao even more anxious. The old man's breathing had become weaker. If it dragged on any longer, it might be too late even if he was sent to the hospital.
"What to do, what to do..."
Zhong Hao's brain was running rapidly, and he was thinking of ways.
There was no way he could just leave the old man here and ignore him, which made him regret a little as to why he left his cell phone at Mu's house last night, otherwise he could have called the emergency number directly now.
Perhaps out of desperation, Zhong Hao was about to run to the hospital with the old man in his arms, when a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.
The psychic core not only has the ability to strengthen cells, but can also purify the pathogens within cells. Zhong Hao is the biggest beneficiary of this.
The strengthening last night not only cured his strange disease, but also directly purified some stubborn diseases in his body, directly expelling the virus-infected cells from the body.
If this old man really has brain cancer, can he first control the spread of cancer cells in the old man's brain through spiritual power, and even purify the brain cancer tumors?
Zhong Hao still has a certain understanding of tumors. Tumors are a group of neoplastic cells produced by cells. To put it bluntly, they fall within the scope of cells and are within the scope that the psychic core can strengthen and purify.
But, how can we transfer the spiritual energy transformed from the heart core into the old man's body, and at the same time, how can we control the spiritual energy to help others strengthen their cells or purify virus cells...
Thinking of this, Zhong Hao couldn't care less. With a sudden movement of consciousness, his whole body entered the core space directly.
