At the same time as Yan Feng spoke, a white light shot out from the cross sword, and Yan Feng also felt a tingling in his head, which was a side effect of extracting life skills.

Immediately, Yan Feng remembered again, the last time he drew Future Technology, it seemed that he fainted directly, if he drew Future Technology for the last time, wouldn't he faint in the toilet? But it seemed to be a little late now, and the crosssword had begun to spin again.

And Yan Feng secretly scolded himself for being stupid in his heart, he must not be so impulsive next time, he wants to draw a lottery, go back to his home, close the door and lie on the bed, in that case, he can faint for as long as he wants!

Yan Feng is very conflicted now, looking forward to drawing some kind of technology to cure leukemia in the future, but also a little worried that after drawing the future technology, he will fall headlong in the toilet, and when the time comes, it will be the laughing stock of the whole company, so it is better to draw a future product!

Maybe Yan Feng's prayer has had an effect, the third lottery, the cross sword pointer also stayed in the place of the future product, but seeing the names of "2013 electric bicycle" and "2022 wireless mouse" are flashing one by one, Yan Feng is still the first time to see this situation, can he really draw good things?

Finally, the text of the future product area was fixed: "Leukemia special agent in 2033".

Next, Bai Long said: "Get three copies of the 2033 leukemia special medicine." ”

Immediately, Yan Feng saw a flash of white light in front of him, and there were three more small medicine bottles in his hand, and there were some transparent liquids in the bottles, which were somewhat similar to penicillin medicine bottles, which should be used for injection, and Yan Feng was about to jump up with joy.

Clenched his fists fiercely, Yan Feng said, "Great, Xiao Lulu is saved!" ”

Next, Yan Feng said: "Exit the lottery space." ”

As soon as Yan Feng's voice fell, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, but in an instant, Yan Feng returned to the toilet that didn't taste very good, and then Yan Feng directly put the medicine bottle in his pocket, and then he glanced at the book in his hand again.

Then he directly tore off the cover, threw it into the paper basket, and then kicked the book to his chest, if he hadn't drawn these three bottles of medicine, Yan Feng estimated that he would really throw this book into the toilet, but because of the three bottles of medicine, Yan Feng was in a much better mood, so he decided to keep the book for the time being, of course, whether to read it or not is another matter.

Yan Feng, who was finished, walked out of the toilet happily and relaxedly, when he went in, Yan Feng was nervous and excited, and when he came out, he was happy and relaxed, such a big expression gap, it was really like being held by feces and urine for a long time, and suddenly got a relieved expression!

Back in the office, Yan Feng sat down, the joy in his heart was overflowing, after all, with this potion, Lulu would not have to face the threat of death, such a cute little girl, in the future, she would not have to face chemotherapy, surgery, and death in advance, Yan Feng really felt for the first time that she was about to do a great thing!

It is said that helping others is the foundation of happiness, and sure enough, Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel a little strange when she saw Yan Feng's expression, and muttered in her heart: "Let him go to the toilet so happy?" Did you just suffocate? ”

If Yan Feng knew Zhou Qing's thoughts, I am afraid that he would be wronged, and when it was time to get off work, Yan Feng, who was in a good mood, also bought a lot of meat for Da Bai at a nearby food store, and then went home with the bag.

took the elevator to the seventh floor, Yan Feng directly rang the doorbell of Lulu's house, and then the door was opened, and Zhou Li said: "Xiaofeng, are you off work?" Come and pick up the big white? ”

Yan Feng listened, nodded, and said, "Yes, Dabai, it's time to eat!" ”

Yan Feng said, shook the meat in his hand, Da Bai listened, ran over to this side, and put his head against Yan Feng's calf, but he was not interested in the food in Yan Feng's hand.

Zhou Li saw it and said with a smile: "Dabai has already eaten a lot just now." ”

Yan Feng listened and said, "Have you already eaten it?" I said, okay, let's go back to the house first, and if Lulu wants to come over and play, let her come over. Zhou Li listened and nodded, while Yan Feng went back to his room with Da Bai.

Entering the house, Yan Feng opened his luggage, and immediately put his supplies on the table, but soon, Yan Feng felt a little incongruous, such a luxuriously decorated new house, his own bedding and pillows and the like, looked so incongruous with the things here.

There is also Yan Feng's antique-like laptop, placed opposite a forty-eight-inch rear projection large color TV, as if a dirty ugly duckling was placed in front of a beautiful white swan, how awkward it looks like, and Yan Feng is also annoyed to look at.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Feng put away all the rags he had used for four years in college, for the sake of these things that had accompanied him for four years, Yan Feng did not discard them directly, and he didn't mention any feelings at this time, like these ordinary daily necessities, it is estimated that most people like to use new ones, and they wish to change their sets every day.

Now that there are conditions, how can Yan Feng continue to use that old and second-hand notebook?

Immediately, Yan Feng was a little worried, how should he inject Lulu with medicine?

Explain directly to Zhou Li and his wife? I guess if it weren't for my own personal experience, I wouldn't have believed it, let alone others.

And if Lulu is directly called over and then injected, it will be troublesome for Zhou Li and his wife to misunderstand, even if the child is cured, he can't please himself, and maybe he will have to go to prison for a few days.

For a long time, Yan Feng couldn't think of any good way, so when he was bored, he took out the collection of representative works of Nobel laureates and looked through them boringly.

This collection is the representative works of the Nobel Prize winners from 2000 to 2020, and each person has about three representative works, which are also their most classic and highest-value works.

After looking at it for a while, Yan Feng found that in the past 20 years, only the winners of the 2012 Nobel Prize were Chinese, and the other 19 years were all foreigners.

And in such a country for 20 years or even longer, there is only one Nobel Prize winner, and the Chinese literati are too discouraged, and then Yan Feng's eyes are on the works of the next Nobel Prize winners from 2013 to 2020.