Chapter 1 'Bean Sprouts' Teenager Zhang Chujiu
For a planet or civilization, a hundred years is just a short moment, but at some special moments, the passage of 100 years may also cause drastic changes, such as the last hundred years of Blue Star.
In the past 100 years, the 'Jianmu' of Eastern myths and legends, and the 'Mount Olympus' of Western myths and legends broke through the ground, went straight to Xiaohan, and inserted into a mysterious plane that was not in the same macroscopic universe as the Blue Star, connecting the two planes, causing countless void realms to appear in turn, and the ancient mythological era re-emerged.
Subsequently, there were extraterrestrial advanced life forms in this universe that detected the Blue Star civilization and accepted it into the big family of cosmic civilizations, which made this backward planet, which was originally in the early stage of the electric age, suddenly have earth-shaking changes.
It has gradually transformed from a 'technological civilization' to a so-called 'mythical and technological hybrid civilization', and has become a fifth-order member of the seventh-order civilization classification of the 'Galactic Alliance'.
A new era has begun.
In the year 39995 of the Milky Way Calendar, in 2018 of the Blue Star A.D. calendar, a small city called Jingnan County in Qilu Province, the hinterland of Asian China.
It was the height of summer, the weather was hot, and although it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, the outdoor temperature was still above 30 Β°C.
The first floor of the surgical building of the 'Jingnan First People's Hospital' built in the center of the county, the central air conditioning that exudes cool air from the ceiling blows vigorously.
In the corridor, among the doctors and nurses in white coats shuttling back and forth, and among the patients and family members with depressed faces, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old is neither tall nor short, not handsome or ugly, with a slightly larger head, but a somewhat thin body, looking at a teenager with a body shape like bean sprouts, sitting on a plastic chair outside the hospital department for people to wait for treatment, posing as paralyzed, and never moving again.
Walking with him was a young man of the same age and a shrewd face, and when he saw that his dead friend was in a bad posture again, he whispered dissatisfiedly: "Zhang Chujiu, you guy is pretending to be dead and selling life again."
Isn't it just for you to help pick up a few medicine bottles, you can be tired to death. β
"It's not tired, but it's too bad. Zhang Chujiu wiped his sweat profusely, and said weakly: "You kid picked up a drip bottle from the garbage can, poured water and sold it as glucose, and sooner or later he will be retributed, and I won't suffer." β
The era of mythology has recovered, and the religious power of the Blue Star has suddenly swelled, and now when it comes to the gods in the sky, whether people are superstitious or not, they are a little frightened in their hearts.
But the shrewd young man didn't seem to care, and said with a big mouth: "There are many things full of gods, who has time to repay me."
Besides, I poured pure water directly, which is sterile and non-toxic, so it has less sugar than glucose water, which is harmless to patients. β
Zhang Chujiu waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, Wang Tianyu, you can do it."
On such a hot day, it's hard to blow the air conditioner, I won't talk nonsense with you.
Hurry up and pick up the medical garbage, otherwise you will have to wait until your mother is on duty and catch you.
And it was truly retribution. β
When Wang Tianyu heard this, he angrily pointed at the head of the dead party and said fiercely: "Okay, Zhang Chujiu, you guy is following his grandfather, no one cares and no one asks, and the family also opens a temple, earns a lot of dead money, and spends countless dollars, so he teases us poor children who rely on their brains to eat."
Okay, okay, you can do it, when the retribution really comes, I will definitely drag you to be unlucky. Jumping to the side and began to secretly rummage through the trash cans placed at the door of the hospital department, picking out a drip bottle from time to time and putting it in the schoolbag.
At this moment, a group of young people with bare arms, dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their bodies, and a full of anger at the end of the day noisily rushed into the hospital.
The leaders were covered in blood, but they couldn't wipe it, and shouted urgently, "Doctor, doctor, come and save people..."
When the family members of ordinary patients saw this posture, they had already hid as far as they could, but the guards in the entrance hall were in the way of their duties, and they stiffened their heads and stepped forward, "Don't make noise, don't make noise."
If you see an injury, if you are sick, if you are looking for a doctor, you will have an emergency room to the right..."
Before he finished speaking, a young man who was being held by a group of fierce young people said with a smile: "The hospital is a place to save lives and help the wounded, don't make noise, and don't be nervous."
I'm just a little weak and want to poop in my stomach, nothing else is wrong. β
Hearing this, the unscrupulous young people around suddenly burst into laughter, and someone shouted: "It's still the boss bull, I overturned more than a dozen people, and I didn't fall down after dozens of iron rods, so I want to." βοΌ
"After this battle, our 'Red Shirt Club' can be regarded as famous, and in the future, we will follow the boss to eat and drink spicy, and it is not in vain that the brothers have done so many ruthless fights. βοΌ
"Hurry up and help the boss to the emergency room, quickly bandage, bandage, and after, let's go rub it." β... It was like a bustling rush into the emergency room.
When others saw such a strange scene of seeing a doctor, they naturally looked sideways and talked secretly, but Zhang Chujiu's eyes lit up and shouted at Wang Tianyu, "I forgot that I have to look at the shop for the old man today, so I will go first." Sayako ran out of the surgical building.
Out of the hospital, he turned into a side street built next to the internal medicine ward building, and came to an old doorway in the middle of the street.
The faΓ§ade is repaired in Chinese style, walking on the cornices, hanging a wooden plaque above the gate, on the book "Crane View" 3 big characters, but on both sides it is written 'Zhangjia Bai Shi Daquan', 'chanting, requiem, wrapping' advertising signs, the temple is not a temple, the shop is not a shop.
After entering the door, the front room area is not large, it is rectangular, and there is a road shrine opposite, which is for a statue of Taishang Laojun made of mud tires, which has been mottled by incense.
Behind the shrine are two glass counters, in which are placed several wreaths, ingots candles, shrouds, columbarium-style albums, and the back is full of folded wreaths and couplets.
Zhang Chujiu entered the door and saw that the front cabinet was not guarded, and he was not surprised, he walked directly through the front hall into the backyard and shouted: "Grandpa, is grandpa at home, I have a good thing." β
shouted a few times, and an old man with old age spots on his face and a bitter face walked out of the backyard side room, it was Zhang Chujiu's grandfather, Zhang Xiangang.
coughed and asked, "You usually have fun on vacation, why did you come back so early today, and what good things happened?"
"Grandpa, I just rubbed the air conditioner in the hospital," Zhang Chujiu said with a smile: "I met a group of brothers on the road who just came to the emergency department after a fight."
The eldest of them was beaten dozens of sticks, and there was not a drop of blood left on his body, but he felt that his legs were weak and his stomach hurt, and he wanted to.
Such a serious internal injury, under the medical level of our small county, it is a certain death, and it will have to be sent tonight at the earliest, and tomorrow morning at the latest.
A ruthless soul who died in the scourge of swords and soldiers is so plain to hand, you say that you are lucky or not, and you are not happy. β