After handing over the training content to Tieniu, Jiang Fan stopped caring about the rest.
Instead, he returned to the house, said hello to Lin Wanru, and returned to his own world without staying in another world for dinner.
There was nothing going on in the other world for the time being. After the envoys from the Golden Tent Grassland left, the entire Heyang City entered a period of calm.
Jiang Fan estimated that at least until the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty actually started the Eastern Expedition, Heyang City, which had been experiencing turbulent undercurrents before, would be able to arouse those contradictions.
By that time, you should have some clues as to whether your idea can be realized.
Now, Jiang Fan is more concerned about the problem of the complete lack of contact between his own world and other worlds.
It is easy to understand that there is no signal when a mobile phone reaches another world. However, when it is in another world, it is directly cut off from its own world. When it is in this world, there is no way to know what is happening in the other world in time.
No matter how you look at it, it is very inconvenient.
Moreover, as time goes by, this kind of failure to contact will become more and more common. Even if you use the so-called mysterious team as an excuse, you can't hide it for the rest of your life without making mistakes.
It's easier to say that there are other worlds, but it's hard to guarantee that there will be no problems in this world.
What a headache...
Jiang Fan returned to his bedroom and scratched his hair in annoyance. With his knowledge reserve and brain capacity, he really couldn't think of any good solution.
The main reason is that being able to freely travel through other worlds does not conform to any common sense of physics.
If you use the science of your own world to explain it, you will never be able to find any suitable theory.
No wonder it is said that the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is theology.
During these days of constantly traveling back and forth between the two worlds, Jiang Fan, a *** person who was born in the new era, grew up under the red flag, never believed in any theories of gods and ghosts, and never had any religious beliefs.
, they all began to doubt whether ghosts and gods really existed in this world.
What's more, there are many unexplainable coincidences between the two worlds, as well as similarities that are terrifying to think about.
"Forget it, don't think about it anymore, let's take it one step at a time. At least for now, this ability to travel between two worlds does no harm to me. If I hadn't suddenly possessed such an ability, I would still be struggling for a job that could provide me with food and clothing.
Are you worried about your job?"
"As for girls like Jiayi, Zixin and even Sister Meng, they are definitely beyond my reach, let alone Wanru. No matter how you look at it, this is an inspirational story about reaching the pinnacle of life because of opportunities! However,
Speaking of which...can we bring living creatures to another world?"
Jiang Fan was lying on his bed, thinking about things that he had never had time to think about before, or that he didn't dare to think about in detail.
Talking to himself, he continued: "But since I am the one who has the ability to travel through time and space at will, it should mean that living animals can travel through time and space like this. How about... find some small animals in a few days?
, try taking it back and forth?"
Thinking about these things in his mind, Jiang Fan's consciousness became increasingly blurry, and he fell asleep within a short time.
She didn't know how long she slept. When Shen Meng returned home, she ran to Jiang Fan's bedroom as usual and took a look.
Finding Jiang Fan lying on the bed snoring slightly, Shen Meng smiled and turned around to prepare dinner.
When Shen Meng woke him up from a deep sleep, Jiang Fan still had a headache and felt a little uncomfortable, which made Jiang Fan a little confused.
In the evening, after eating dinner cooked by Shen Meng, I hugged Shen Meng in bed and watched online dramas most of the night. This uncomfortable feeling did not subside until just before going to bed.
So much so that Shen Meng, who originally thought Jiang Fan would continue to torment her, saw Jiang Fan's obviously uncomfortable look and was very worried whether Jiang Fan was sick.
It is impossible to get sick, Jiang Fan knows this very well.
So after comforting Shen Meng, he hugged Shen Meng and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, the physical discomfort became more and more obvious. In order not to worry Shen Meng, Jiang Fan didn't show anything wrong on the surface. It wasn't until Shen Meng went out to work that Jiang Fan came home in confusion. Try to move your body.
I am very tired, and it seems that the burden of moving my body is not small.
After a few movements, I actually felt a little out of breath.
This made Jiang Fan a little panicked. He didn't care about what he had promised to report to Han Yuanwei today, and went directly to another world again.
The moment Jiang Fan arrived at the wing where he lived with Lin Wanru, he felt a little more comfortable.
I don't know if it's my misunderstanding.
After leaving the wing, Jiang Fan saw Lin Wanru and Lin Wanqing sparring in the yard again. Jiang Fan was not in the mood to appreciate it for the time being and trotted directly to the big tree.
With a flattering look on his face, he approached Hong Qigong, squatted down on his bed, and said, "Seventh Uncle, I'm feeling a little unwell. Are you free? Can you help me take a look?"
In fact, it stands to reason that if you feel unwell, you should see a doctor.
But this feeling is the first time it has appeared since I bought it.
In addition, in martial arts novels, it seems that the peerless masters can understand all the conditions of your body with just one pulse. No matter how you look at it, they are more reliable than those doctors who still need instruments.
So Jiang Fan's first reaction was to come over and let Hong Qigong take a look.
Hong Qigong, who was lying under the big tree, took away the cattail leaf fan covering his face, glanced at Jiang Fan with his head tilted, then lazily stretched out his hand, and sure enough, he touched Jiang Fan's pulse.
Under Jiang Fan's expectant gaze, less than half a minute later, Hong Qigong suddenly turned over and sat up from the recliner.
The expression on his face was very serious. He stared at Jiang Fanzi carefully for a while, but he showed no intention of speaking.
"Seventh uncle... don't scare me, I'm timid..."
Jiang Fan's voice was trembling a little.
"Do you feel tired, have a headache, or even feel a little nauseous? You seem to have little energy. If you exercise vigorously, you will still be out of breath?"
Hong Qigong asked openly.
"Yes, yes, that's it! What happened suddenly yesterday has never happened before, and I don't know what happened. Uncle Seventh, is my problem serious?"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but nodded.
"Well, it's quite serious. You... are terminally ill."
Hong Qigong said seriously.
Jiang Fan was immediately dumbfounded.
Why am I terminally ill?! Why am I terminally ill?!
"What? You don't understand what terminal illness is? Then let me tell you, terminal illness means that medicine and stone are useless, and you can only rely on your body to cure it."
Hong Qigong still looked serious.
"Seventh Uncle, please don't make trouble...what's going on with me?"
Jiang Fan asked with a sad face.
"It's nothing. Just eat normally. To put it simply, it's just that your body doesn't absorb enough of what it needs. This is not a problem with the medicine. If you don't eat, it will only get worse, so it's a terminal illness."