Just when Zhang Zicheng wanted to go further, the phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a video call from Lu Youpeng.
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in Zhang Zicheng's heart, and he hung up without even thinking about it.
I just hung up and before I could block the other party, he sent me two pictures.
In the first picture, the other party took a picture of his big face from bottom to top from a dead angle, and his grin was so ugly.
But behind the big face is the residential building where he is renting.
The second picture is a pathology report taken by a mobile phone, and then a message is sent: Brother, I have cancer.
And at the end there is an emoticon of covering one’s face while crying and laughing.
Zhang Zicheng paused as he blocked the opponent's hand, and frowned.
If this medical record was sent by another friend, Zhang Zicheng would never say anything, directly ask the other person's location, and then meet with the other person.
But the person who posted this picture is Lu Youpeng... This guy is a video blogger. Can you believe what the video blogger says?
Especially the videos are funny.
So he texted back: "You are sick, why did you come to me? Why don't you spend more time with your family?"
Lu Youpeng quickly replied: "I'm just afraid that my family will be worried, so I don't dare to tell them."
"Then you dare to tell me?"
"Don't you know that I'm the one who took the video? You must have been suspicious the whole time, so you wouldn't be worried about me."
Indeed.
These words really sounded like the other party was ill, but Zhang Zicheng still thought, what if it was Ya's "I predicted your prediction"?
At this time, I went back to look at the first selfie. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Zhang Zicheng felt a bit haggard from the ugly face of the other person.
After thinking about it, Zhang Zicheng shook his head and sighed.
Forget it, anyway, the low-dimensional things have come to an end for the time being, the Huangtian system has started to run automatically, and the transportation for opening up the new world has not yet been built, so it happens to be a little idle time.
The time when he sent the message was a coincidence. Regardless of whether it was true or false, it was indeed dinner time in the evening and he 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 this kind of thing, you will pay for all the dinner expenses for the next year."
Lu Youpeng: OK
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Zhang Zicheng met Lu Youpeng after two weeks, and found that it was not an illusion, he was indeed quite haggard.
He is obviously still a little puffy, but his eye sockets are sunken, and his face is covered with red pimples caused by anxiety.
As soon as the other party met, he cheerfully spread his hands and said, "Look, I don't have the equipment to shoot videos."
Zhang Zicheng carefully looked at the other party's body and couldn't find anything like a pinhole camera. Finally he couldn't help but said worriedly: "You kid, are you serious about coming with me?"
After all, the relationship between the two is 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 person's character was not bad.
When Lu Youpeng was in college, he was willing to help some children in impoverished mountainous areas online. But because he didn't have much money, he was repeatedly entangled among several children. He was afraid that helping one would cause the other children to lose hope, so he asked everyone in the dormitory to watch those children together.
Children’s information and analysis of who needs the money most.
The final result was that one person in the entire dormitory sponsored a child. Because of this incident, although everyone worked hard on different paths after graduation, spending less time together and more apart, the relationship between them was still maintained well.
Lu Youpeng smiled coquettishly and said: "Hehe, actually I have a camera in the dark just to take pictures of your expression. The audience misses you, you are the face of our channel."
Zhang Zicheng said angrily: "I'm not a good-looking person. Have you ever seen any little girl look at me when I'm walking on the street? Stop being so arrogant and show me the case."
Lu Youpeng shrugged and said, "Didn't I send it to you? Why should I bring that unfortunate thing with me when I go out? I don't plan to put up a QR code on the street to beg for food."
As he said this, he waved in one direction: "Let's go have a drink."
Zhang Zicheng followed him and frowned: "Can you drink in your state?"
Lu Youpeng said cheerfully: "I can't, so I'll watch you drink."
Zhang Zicheng was simply convinced: "Are you sick? I'm going out to eat and drink alone. Why am I celebrating?"
"It's true."
Now the roadside stalls are open, and the management in the suburbs is not strict. Around ten o'clock, it is the time when the grilled skewers and spicy hotpot business is good.
But considering that Lu Youpeng didn't know whether it was a real or fake illness, Zhang Zicheng chose a more formal restaurant and ordered a few side dishes without ordering wine.
During this period, Zhang Zicheng did a little research on the medical records sent to him by Lu Youpeng.
You can see it says: The patient has tumors of different sizes in some areas of the kidney, with clear boundaries, hard texture, and gray-white color.
"Kidney cancer?" Zhang Zicheng raised his head and asked.
Lu Youpeng ate the meat skewers and nodded: "Yes, fortunately it is in the early stage. The doctor said it is very likely to be cured. Otherwise, I would not be in the mood to eat in a small restaurant like this. I would definitely go to a high-end restaurant to have a decapitation meal."<
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Zhang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "That's good, and you have two kidneys. If you lose one during the operation, it won't affect your life."
"Go, go, my operation will be successful, okay?" Lu Youpeng waved his hand as if to drive away.
Zhang Zicheng asked again: "Since you have been diagnosed, why don'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 want to find someone to accompany me for the operation. You are the closest, so I came to find 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. It may take a week or two to prepare. In fact, I don't know what the surgery will be. Is it resection or chemotherapy? When the time comes,
It all depends on the doctor’s arrangements.”
After saying that, he smiled and said: "That's why I came here. Please go to the hospital to stay with me for a while. I want to tell my family after I'm cured, so as not to make them cry and look miserable." This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Zhang Zicheng nodded and said: "Okay, dad will definitely go and pee for you when the time comes."
"Thank you, Dad."
The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while. Normally when the two of them gather for dinner, they would chat about all kinds of things. They mainly talk about games and food, and imagine their lives after they have money or super powers.
But now, they are not in the mood to talk about this.
Zhang Zicheng suddenly fell into a trance, feeling like he was waking up from a dream.
The scene of chatting with Lu Youpeng is really too realistic.
Familiar scenes, familiar streets, familiar fireworks, and the shock of his friend's sudden serious illness all made Zhang Zicheng withdraw from the previous low-dimensional world, just like he withdrawn from the game to face reality.
Just like going to work.
Because of his fantasy habit, Zhang Zicheng likes to put the real world aside and the virtual world aside so that he can switch between them at any time without interfering with each other.
But because the experience of getting the golden finger was 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 for the entire world that has never happened in thousands of years.
With this in mind, Zhang Zicheng reached out and patted Lu Youpeng on the shoulder.
But he was wearing a coat, so Zhang Zicheng held Lu Youpeng's wrist again.
Lu Youpeng was stunned: "Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zicheng almost burst into laughter and said seriously: "Stop talking, I'll take your pulse."
As he spoke, he concentrated on controlling the super white blood cells in his body and moved them towards his fingertips without the aid of the screen.
Although he was a little uncomfortable at first because there was no systematic help, he soon found the feeling.
Sure enough, the dimension-enhancing mental power is still useful. Although it is very vague, Zhang Zicheng feels that with a little practice, he can control their position just like controlling internal forces in martial arts novels.
Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but feel hot inside.
If nothing else...if I could cure Lu Youpeng...
How much money can you make just by treating cancer?
Of course, Zhang Zicheng also knows that this matter is closely related. It is a market worth hundreds of billions, and he must not expose this ability casually.
At least, not until you have the strength to protect yourself.
So the fervor in my heart turned around and changed its goal: before making money, I must improve my personal strength as soon as possible!
At least we should not be afraid of conventional sniper rifles first, right?
There are many thoughts in my mind, but the super white blood cells all over my body are already ready at my fingertips.
Afterwards, Zhang Zicheng closed his eyes, blocking out the interference from the surrounding environment, and kept imagining in his mind that the white blood cells were elongating his body one by one, turning into a shape like a sharp needle.
At this time, the imaginary painting suddenly became very concrete in his mind, and Zhang Zicheng actually felt like he was "immersed in the scene".
He seemed to see countless translucent golden slimes, each one continuously elongating its body, like a tall tower, and then the top of the tower gradually became sharper and covered with layers of crystals.
This is the ability of the Evil God of Freedom and the Evil God of Justice.
Then it was probably the power of the God of Love that came into play. These super white blood cells swam extremely smoothly through the thick epidermis, and no cells could hinder them.
Zhang Zicheng's eyes suddenly opened. Although he felt nothing physically, he was extremely sure mentally.
Super white blood cells have entered Lu Youpeng's blood!