Liu Zhonghua is 70 years old this year, and he is one of the few doctors in the township who has been to the provincial capital for further study and worked in a big hospital, although it is said that the only active internal medicine operation in the so-called "big hospital" where he stayed is "appendectomy", but this does not prevent Dr. Liu from returning to his hometown to open a clinic after retirement, and is respected by the villagers.

It's just respect for respect, and the business of his small clinic has not been very good, which makes him often sigh for a long time.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come back......"

Due to the sharp decline in fish resources in the river, almost all the young people in the small fishing villages have embarked on the road to work, and the big cities are always in need of labor, so the small fishing villages are deserted.

This place is southern Xinjiang, and there are not many diseases such as typhoid fever, and ordinary people with a little experience in minor illnesses can even self-medicate, and Lao Liu's small clinic often has no patients for half a month.

As his income became lighter, Dr. Liu felt more and more that he should have been cheeky enough to stay in the city, even if it was better to sit on a cold bench in the hospital than to go back to the countryside to open a clinic.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world to take, and since he has already returned, it is difficult to go back.

Lao Liu felt that his life was like this, fortunately, his wife went early, and there were no heirs under his knees, no worries, sighing and sighing, and the cynical set had not yet been studied by him.

On this day, Dr. Liu got up from bed as usual, and was about to wash up, then went to open the door of the clinic to say hello to the surrounding neighbors.

"Who?"

The bridge section of 'trotting all the way, even dropping a shoe, and opening the door for visitors' did not appear on Lao Liu's body, he just walked slowly through the atrium and walked to the gate.

"Doctor Liu! Doctor Liu!

Outside the door, there was an old voice.

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Outside of Xijing, the railroad is hidden by a collapsed mountain.

"Woo ......"

The cold wind rises, like a ghost crying.

"This thing...... We can't hold it down on our own......"

The rescue team that arrived overnight had been busy at the scene all night, and due to the darkness of the night, it was difficult to transport large excavation tools, so their work progress this night was very worrying.

The edge of the railway, which was hidden by the collapsed mountain, was covered with plastic sheeting, stretching for 100 meters, like logs piled up in a lumber yard, and a middle-aged man wearing a hard hat lifted the corner of the plastic sheeting at the front, and a foul smell came to his face.

Covered in bloody corpses under the plastic sheeting, they had rotted and stinked in just one night in the subtropical climate.

He looked at the corpses with neither fear nor anger on his face, let alone sadness or anything.

He just looked at them faintly, then put the plastic sheet back on.

"It's really a nuisance...... Those guys ......."

He grumbled, with only a troubled look on his face.

Turning, without glancing at the corpses of his compatriots on the ground, he climbed up the collapsing mountain, and in a short time he reached a relatively high position.

Condescendingly, he saw hundreds of workers in yellow hard hats like him busy among the rocks, moving layer upon layer of rock, digging through layers of dirt, and finally lifting corpses from the green wagons buried under the mountain.

Twenty-four hours ago, lives that were alive and well were massively wiped out simply for witnessing events that civilians should not have known about - no, it would be more appropriate to say 'massacre'.

That's right, it was not the so-called 'earthquake' or 'landslide' that took their lives, but just someone's words, a look, and a wave of their hands.

There was nothing more chilling down the spine than what was in front of him, and the middle-aged man stood on the hillside, and when he looked down from his height, the things on the ground shrank as if they were in water. The workers who were busy at the scene of the unruly accident were like a group of ants running around, and standing on a high place, he was only the stronger of these ants who did not have to run by himself.

He stood on the hillside, standing quietly, thinking quietly, waiting quietly.

He didn't know what he was waiting for.

Maybe it's the big digging machine that he said will arrive this morning, maybe it's a guy who is higher than him and can take command from him, or maybe it's a boot that fell from the sky because he was tired of the ants' low efficiency.

He was looking at the scenery, but he didn't know that standing on the hillside he was already the scenery in the eyes of others.

"Cultivator...... It's a nuisance, just like the sun. ”

A black shadow hovered high in the sky, and the morning breeze carried the sun, making the figure tremble slightly.

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The huts built in Linjiang are far from the market, and it takes at least half an hour to make a round trip, and the legs and feet of the old people are not as sharp as those of the young people, and this time is probably doubled.

The bucket next to the bed was half empty, and the towel in Lulu's hand was not idle.

"Hizz~"

The cold water was smeared on the red-black body and made a soft sound, and little Lulu inexplicably thought of the scene of the ordinary fire when the unburned charcoal fire was stretched into the water to extinguish the fire when it was annealed after cooking rice, but now white steam came out of the man's body, and what came out of the charcoal fire was blue-gray smoke.

When I think of charcoal fire, something that is closely connected to charcoal fire naturally springs up from Little Lulu's head.

If there is a charcoal fire, then there is a pot, and the pot cannot be empty, and there must be Lulu's favorite fish porridge in the pot.

The thought of the fish porridge made little Lulu drool, and her little belly began to stir slightly.

She hadn't eaten anything since last night, and at this time, she was either still in bed or had already eaten breakfast.

It doesn't matter if you don't think about it, this thought makes Lulu feel that she is very hungry, and the sour water rushes straight to her throat.

She threw the towel into the bucket and got up to look for something to eat, but there was nothing in the cupboard.

The climate in southern Xinjiang is warm and humid, and it is difficult to put the meal on the next day, not to mention that Xiao Lulu's family is poor, and there is nothing to put down.

Little Lulu searched left and right, and finally found only rice in the rice tank and fish in the water tank.

There is only one bottom of rice, and there is only one fish, which is suspended listlessly, which is all the old man's harvest last night.

Little Lulu looked at the rice in the tank, and did not dare—or could not bear to move, she picked up the fish from the tank, and the fish only symbolically struggled in her hand and did not move, and little Lulu thought about it and put it back again, and then grabbed a handful of rice from the rice bowl and poured it into the pot.

She wasn't tall enough to reach the stove, so she took the time to move a small stool to put under her feet.

Just as she was about to add water to the pot and go to the back of the stove to light the fire, a voice disturbed her.

"Hmm!"

The young man lying on the bed suddenly groaned, and then somehow kicked on all fours and rolled out of the bed.

"Plop!"

He knocked over the bucket next to the bed, and in an instant the water flowed to the ground.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Little Lulu was startled and almost fell off the stool, but when she turned her head, she was startled a second time.

The young man who fell to the ground still had his eyes closed, and one of his arms pressed against the plastic bucket, and suddenly bursts of green smoke came out of the bucket, and the bucket changed shape and had a tendency to burn.

"Ahhh

Little Lulu jumped off the stool and tried to save the only bucket in the house, however, her movements were slower, and she had been delayed too much time before, and now the temperature on the young man's body had accumulated to a terrible level, and the plastic bucket had evolved from 'one' to 'a puddle' in the blink of an eye, and the slightest flame came out along with the smoke.