Taunting, mocking, reproaching, and seemingly endless laughter, Duncan's mood was both low and agitated—though it seemed impossible to do—and he began to suspect that Qin Lang, O'Connor, and Rachel had rushed to the hospital so quickly for the sole purpose of mocking him, not to visit his injured friend. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's how it should be. Duncan thought that was quite in line with their usual style......

"All right, ma'am, and gentlemen." Qin Lang suddenly announced, "It's okay to stop, don't embarrass our patients too much." ”

The laughter was gone, immediately.

The natural result: Qin Lang has absolute authority in many things. But Duncan didn't feel good at all, because Qin Lang's tone and what he said made him feel that this embarrassing thing had not completely passed, and Qin Lang still had something to say.

Mockery, blame, and then necessarily admonishment, because it is always so......

But there are exceptions.

Qin Lang made a gesture to get Jimmy out of the ward, closed the door, and then said to Duncan: "The cause of the car accident was not originally something we intended to mention, it has passed, and we will settle it" - meaning that when the police announced the results of the investigation, the responsibility for the accident would be borne by the hapless young man. Duncan knew what he meant, every time - "Actually, I'm not against limiting the speed of a car, of course, not the one you propose." Thirty-five miles per hour, I think that's the appropriate limit. ”

This equals no limits. Duncan raised his head and was about to argue, but Qin Lang stopped him with a gesture.

"That's not the point, Duncan, the point is, what you want to achieve will never be achieved." "We can make laws, we can make the police enforce the law, we can have judges punish those who break the law, and the incidence of traffic accidents will really be lower, and that's all violence," he said. You have to understand that people don't shy away from something that could endanger their lives, like war, like speeding and drunk driving, like smoking—"

"Smoking?"

O'Connor was very successful in drawing everyone's attention to him. With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, a match in his right hand and a matchbox in his left hand, he made a gesture of preparing to light a fire - obviously, he was about to get one, but Qin Lang's words made him stop.

"What are the dangers of smoking?" That's what he cares about.

Qin Lang's expression became extremely serious. "The danger of smoking is that it puts you at a high risk of developing lung cancer, bronchitis or other incurable malignant diseases."

O'Connor took the cigarette out of his mouth. "So?"

"You're going to die from these diseases."

"I've never heard of it...... Never said that from a doctor. Qin, is this true? Still, he threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash.

"I can assure you, Sean, although the current medical establishment has not found a relationship between cigarettes and those diseases, and will not admit it." Qin Lang said in a tone that was by no means joking, "But they do have a relationship. ”

"How do you know?" Almost immediately, Duncan realized that the question was too stupid: what Qin Lang didn't know?

At the same time, Qin Lang was also regretting what he had just said: if he didn't pay attention, he said too much. No matter what era or country, "you know too much" will always bring trouble and danger to people. But now, for the sake of his personal image, he had to answer Duncan's question—and no doubt it was Rachel and O'Connor's—and thankfully he was able to find a reason that seemed appropriate to perfunctory the past, as he had done in the past.

"I once experimented on rabbits with chemicals extracted from cigarettes......"

Rachel, O'Connor, and Duncan didn't listen to what he had to say, for at different times, on different occasions, and in different ways, they had seen the festering, dead rabbits that Elizabeth had used in her experiments. When Qin Lang mentioned that word, they immediately reflexively remembered what they saw, and Qin Lang's explanation became reasonable.

Duncan's body shuddered. "Maybe we should have the medical establishment publish the results immediately."

"That's impossible, Duncan." Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders, "As a chemist, I only need to prove that the chemicals contained in cigarettes are lethal enough, but medical institutions, they must figure out the principle and probability of those chemicals causing malignant diseases, conduct countless clinical experiments, and then publish the results, otherwise it is irresponsible." ”

Rachel snorted coldly and added, "Even if the medical establishment finds out, the cigarette company will pay them to shut up." ”

"And like I said, people don't quit because of that." Qin Lang squeezed out a smile on his lips, and at the same time said in his heart, but someone will use smoking as an excuse to endanger their health and file a lawsuit against the tobacco company involving huge compensation.

Money, and money, and always money.

He commented happily, watching the reactions of others, both expected and unexpected.

"At least I will." O'Connor pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash. "I don't want to die of my own stupidity."

Qin Lang smiled, really. "You don't have to do that, Sean. You may be able to quit smoking, but other people are still smoking, so you will still be exposed to the toxic chemicals contained in cigarettes. But most importantly, the toxicity of cigarettes is not worth mentioning at all compared to the toxicity of the exhaust gases emitted by the factory. ”

He paused, and once again reproached himself for talking too much—but he knew there was no use in blaming himself, Rachel, O'Connor, and Duncan had heard it, and believed it to be true—and while it was, it shouldn't be brought up now.

Neither Rachel nor O'Connor is a problem, but Duncan ......

"You mean, we live in a world full of toxic gases," he almost cried, "and there are more and more poisonous gases in this world?" ”

Looking at Duncan, then at Rachel and O'Connor, Qin Lang reluctantly admitted: "Basically, it's true. ”

"Hell—"

"Relax, Duncan, you're a patient." Qin Lang frowned, and once again stopped Duncan's impulse, "No matter what you think, this is the case, and there will hardly be any change while you are still alive." ”

"How are you going to calm me down?" Duncan shouted, "Think of the rabbits in Elizabeth's lab! ”

"Believe me, Duncan, it's impossible to get the toxicity and concentration of the exhaust gases emitted from the factory to the level of mustard gas used in the laboratory, even if it is another century." He shook his head, "And what are you going to do?" Shut down all factories? ”

"If necessary."

"Then you will be torn to shreds by unemployed workers, if your proposal becomes true." O'Connor came to a rather tragic conclusion to Duncan's suggestion.

It is not the final conclusion.

"If his suggestion becomes true, I will kill him with my own hands." Rachel announced unemotionally, like she really would.

Of course, she would have done so, Duncan was convinced. It made him feel crazy, and O'Connor's attitude. "How can you be so calm?" He looked at them in disbelief, "Don't you care about living in a toxic environment!" ”

"We—"

Qin Lang used his eyes to make Rachel quiet for a while, and then asked in a gentle tone: "Tell me, Duncan, are you willing to live in a world where there are no electric lights, no telephone, no gramophone, no telegraph, no train and steamship, a set of clothes to wear for ten years, half a lifetime to get a pair of boots, and you can't live to be fifty years old, but the air is good and there is no toxicity at all?" ”

"Nope." Without any hesitation, followed by a pause. "Why can't I be a nobleman, so ......"

"Even if you are a nobleman, you still do not have electric lights, telephones, and gramophones, and cannot use telegraphs, trains, and steamships."

"Uh...... That's a bit of a bad thing. ”

His answer did not exceed Qin Lang's expectations, except for the speed of his answer, which was several times faster than he expected, without thinking, it was completely instinctive. Qin Lang had met many people like Duncan, of course, in the past, and he had not yet returned to the time of 1893. They are always advocating the protection of the environment, demanding the reduction of greenhouse gas emissions, and the economical use of energy, but all these requirements do not prevent them from using nearly 200,000 kilowatt-hours of electricity a year, or driving their own large pickup trucks with a displacement of 6.0 to the countryside on weekends and holidays - in fact, Qin Lang remembers a figure, in 2006, those Europeans who talked about environmental protection and clean energy all day long, and called on third world countries to reduce their total carbon emissions. The average person emits as much as ten tonnes of carbon dioxide, three times as much as China, which they blame for rising global temperatures, and a little more.

For these people, protecting the earth's environment is just a slogan, and material comforts are obviously the real needs.

In other words, these self-proclaimed environmentalists first fully satisfy their own needs on the material level, and then attain the spiritual realm of protecting the earth's natural environment - after all, someone once said that matter is primary, and spirit is only secondary.

Of course, this connection is not entirely correct, and it may be considered a misinterpretation, but Qin Lang thinks this is very good.

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Note: Those who care about the news should know who this environmental pioneer who used nearly 200,000 kilowatt-hours of electricity in one year (2006) is

PS: A dead eunuch told me yesterday that there was a copy of his book and mine, but he had told me about it before, as a joke, because the author of that book had forgotten to replace the main character's name when copying and pasting - of course, it seems to have been replaced now. According to what I went to observe yesterday, in the chapter I saw, the flaw remains: the author has his protagonist move a French-made M1897 field gun from the German arsenal in the 20s (no doubt this is the plot of the book of the dead eunuch, of course, the dead eunuch copied the American arsenal). I find it interesting - may I ask the author, don't you think it's very funny to get the artillery of the victorious French in the arsenal of the defeated Germans? (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )