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More than 10,000 years ago, in the far Atlantic Ocean to the west of the Mediterranean, there was an amazing continent. It is adorned with countless amounts of gold and silver, and produces a sparkling metal called oralcum. It has well-equipped ports and ships, as well as objects that can fly people.

Excerpt from the Dialogues of the ancient Greek philosopher Plato

The above text describes the legendary continent of Atlantis. It is said that when the mainland sank to the bottom of the sea due to an earthquake, some of the Atlanteans fled by boat, and finally settled in Tibet and India. The descendants of these Atlanteans founded splendid civilizations in Central Asia, and some of them migrated to the northwest and south, becoming the ancestors of the Aryans and Indians, respectively.

In the middle of World War II, some Nazi experts claimed that the Atlantean civilization did exist and that the Aryans were the ancestors of the Germanic peoples, and believed that the Aryans had only lost their ancestral powers because they had later united with mortals. Himmler, the leader of the Nazi Party, believed that once it was proved that the ancestors of the Aryans were gods, they would be able to create an invincible Aryan army with supernormal abilities by means of racial purification such as selective breeding. So, in 1938 and 1943, he personally organized two expeditions to Tibet to find the legendary "axis of the earth" that could change time and create an "undead army". In 1945, when the Soviets conquered Berlin, KGB agents discovered a Tibetan lama who had been shot dead in the basement of the German Reich State Building, making the Nazi covert operation in Tibet a difficult mystery in World War II.

When the girl walked into the clinic, Lin Xuan was reading a book.

It is a dictionary of Tibetan medicine published in Hong Kong, which records more than 4,000 kinds of medicinal materials produced in Tibet, and explains the origin, medicinal properties and pharmacology of each medicinal material clearly. As a doctor with a strong interest in Tibetan medicine, every time he picked up this dictionary, he forgot about the time and just read it all the way.

"Dr. Lin, is it?" The girl asked.

Lin Xuan looked up and saw clearly that it was a young girl wearing a leather coat, leather pants, and leather boots.

"I am." Lin Xuan put down the dictionary.

The girl has a good complexion, a pair of big and bright eyes, as if she can speak, revealing endless wisdom. In Tibet, it is rare to see such a beautiful and neat Han girl. Lin Xuan judged by the other party's accent that the other party should be from Hong Kong.

"Is Miss here to see a doctor?" Lin Xuan asked gently.

The girl shook her head: "No, I'm here to buy medicine."

"What kind of medicine do you want?" Lin Xuan stood up, walked around the Eight Immortals table, and prepared to lead the girl to the medicine cabinet on the opposite wall.

He had to go into the mountains once a month, climb high and low, and pick up the castles from the rocky cliffs, and then dry and chop them up alone. These medicines are provided free of charge to Tibetans, and their doctors come from the great pharmacists of several major shrines in the Ali region.

The living environment in Tibet is harsh, and apart from chanting sutras, Tibetan medicine is the only way they can rely on to fight their illness.

"No, what I want is this" The girl put down her hiking backpack, took out a photo from under the zipper of the mezzanine, and handed it to Lin Xuan with both hands.

It was nearly dusk, and the glow of the setting sun reflected on her side, forming a slender silhouette on the floor of the clinic.

In the photo, it is a plant with dark green leaves, red rhizomes, and pale yellow fruits. It grows in a snow-covered crevice, and with the soft seven-star cigarette box next to it as a reference, it can be judged that the height of the plant is about 30 centimeters.

What really attracted Lin Xuan's attention was the extremely peculiar fruit. It hangs from the diagonal branches of the main stem of the plant, and the top is covered by a green leaf, as if to put on a dark green straw hat. Beneath the leaves, there is a fleshy fruit that resembles the image of a seated Buddha. There are two short and thick roots in the middle and bottom of the fruit, two in the middle, hooked left and right, and two at the bottom, overlapping each other, like the hands and feet of a sitting Buddha.

"I want this herb, have you ever seen it?" The girl asked.

Lin Xuan groaned for a while and shook his head slightly.

The girl showed a disappointed expression: "It's a pity, the pharmacists of many temples in the Ali area say that you are the most diligent medicine collector in the local area, and your footprints are all over the 'Holy Lake' Mapanyongcuo, the 'Ghost Lake' Laangcuo, and the 'Mountain of the Gods' Kailash Peak." If there really is such a medicine in the world, you must have seen it. But now, ......"

Lin Xuan shook his head apologetically: "I'm really sorry, not only have I never seen this plant, but I haven't even heard of it, can you tell me its name?"

The girl smiled bitterly: "If I knew the name, I would call him by his name, why bother so hard to follow the map?"

She let out a tired sigh, retrieved the photo, and put it in her backpack.

The water in the electric kettle boiled, and the lid began to "chirp".

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Lin Xuan couldn't bear to see this beautiful girl so disappointed, and wanted to give her some compensation to express his apologies.

The people who come to Xiongba Village are all tourists from afar, tired from the wind and dust all the way, drinking a cup of tea, at least to warm their stomachs and rest their feet.

The girl hesitated, put down the backpack she had already carried, and nodded slightly.

On the tea brew, a faint fragrance of jasmine suddenly wafted in the small clinic.

"Good tea." The girl gave a thumbs up.

Tea is good tea, thousands of good leaves, the best roasted tea master has mastered, and then the latest and most tender jasmine buds are selected to smoke. If this kind of tea like the one in his drawer is sent to the stable, the unit price of a catty will exceed 10,000 yuan, and it is difficult to find a tea.

Good tea needs good water to brew, and the holy lake in the south is the best water in Tibet.

Of course, good tea also needs to be shared by good friends, and the girl with a tired feeling in front of her is the most beautiful one Lin Xuan has seen in the past few years in Tibet.

"Thank you for the praise." Lin Xuan replied.

Tibetans drink more tea bricks, the taste is rough, and the big bowl is poured directly. People who survive in this kind of "wind and horse" land can't taste the jasmine tea cultivated in the soft mountains and rivers. At least among the people Lin Xuan knew, there was no confidant who could taste tea.

On the tea pour, the fragrance of tea in the room is even more fragrant.

"If I'm not presumptuous, can I ask where the picture came from? The person who took the photo must know the provenance of the plant. Lin Xuan asked. However, he could also deduce that the girl did not get the information from the photographer, otherwise there would not have been a need to go to the temple in the Ali area to ask questions.

"The person who took the picture is missing." The girl held the teacup in both hands and replied lightly, "He is my father, and the photo was sent to me by e-mail through guò." ”

Lin Xuan was a little surprised, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

The girl shook her head: "It's okay, he's been missing for half a year, and I've been looking for him." He used a satellite phone to send an e-mail, and the last address of the phone signal was roughly within the triangle of Mapanyongtso, Laangtso, and Kailash. I'm sure that if you find this strange plant, you'll be able to spot his tracks. ”

Lin Xuan is not a person who likes to brag, but he has been in the Ali region for three years, dealing with Tibetan medicine all day long, and knows a little about every plant in Tibet, but he has really never seen a plant bearing the fruit of sitting Buddha.

"Maybe you should call the police in the Ali area or ask for help from the Snow Mountain Rescue Team, they are the ones who are professional in finding and saving people, while ordinary Tibetans have a subtle rejection of people from outside the mountains because of their language barriers, and they can rarely help." What Lin Xuan said was the truth, because every year some people would be lost in Mount Kailash, and in the end, there would be no whereabouts, and it became a headless unsolved case. This is a snow-capped mountain, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, the temperature in the mountain is as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius after nightfall, and the terrain is complex, there are many dark ditches and broken walls, and altitude sickness strikes at any time, so any negligence will make people have no return.

The girl suddenly raised her head and sneered proudly: "Rescue team? When it comes to mountaineering adventures, those young people don't even deserve to lift shoes for my father! As soon as his name was mentioned, the explorers of the entire Tibetan region, Nepal, India, Bhutan, Sikkim and other places had to bow their heads and call out to their seniors. ”

At the mention of her father, the girl's eyes sparkled. From this, it can be seen that it must be a famous big man.

Lin Xuan smiled: "Disrespectful and disrespectful."

The girl realized her proud attitude, and immediately took a deep breath, and the cold arrogance on her face quickly disappeared.

"I'm sorry, but in my mind, my father is the best. But I also know that 'good swimmers drown', so I'm mentally prepared for bad news. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and she fell to her chest.

Lin Xuan took out a tissue and handed it over, no longer spoke, and quietly accompanied her.

When Pingshui met, the fate of a cup of tea floated like a candle in the wind, he was not delusional, and he could have any future intersection with this girl. So, he never asked her name.

As the sun sets, the twilight rises, and the cold air and wind of the Tibetan night gradually gather.

Lin Xuan's small clinic is located in Xiongba Village, next to Jiwu Temple in the Ali area, and tourists who come to see the holy lake and ghost lake often choose to stay overnight in this village. Throughout the year, the business of several hotels in the village is not bad.

Suddenly, a car came rapidly from the north and stopped abruptly at the entrance of the clinic, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was extremely harsh.

Lin Xuan often encountered patients seeking medical treatment in the middle of the night, and he was not surprised by this sudden braking situation, and immediately got up to greet him.

"Menba, Menba (Tibetan: doctor) ......" A middle-aged Han man in a half-worn Tibetan robe rushed in, shouting all the way, and when he saw Lin Xuan, he immediately changed his Chinese, "Doctor, come with me immediately, someone is dying!" ”

Lin Xuan took a step back and immediately asked the most critical question: "What disease?" Where?"

The middle-aged man replied: "Heart disease, in a hotel in Baga Township in the north."

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan quickly arrived at the medicine cabinet, first put on the old sheepskin medicine sac, and then grabbed four or five packs of medicine from the medicine cabinet, all of which were special drugs for treating heart disease. In the local area, heart discomfort caused by altitude sickness is a common disease, and if the rescue is not timely, it can easily cause complications of heart failure and put the life of Yan zhòng in danger.

"I'm going to see a doctor, you ......" Lin Xuan walked out and turned his head to ask the girl.

"I'll stay in a small hotel on the north side tonight, and I'll have a chance to talk again." The girl was very sensible and immediately walked out with her backpack.

Lin Xuan didn't have time to lock the door, so he got into the off-road vehicle driven by the middle-aged man and rushed north.

On the way, he asked the middle-aged man who was driving, "How old is the patient?" Is there a history of heart disease? What causes it? What are the symptoms?"

The middle-aged man didn't know: "I'm from the hotel, and I'm only responsible for coming to the doctor, but I don't know the situation, I only know that it's the old man who is sick."

It is only 10 kilometers from Xiongba Village to Baga Township, and the car is very fast, and it takes 10 minutes to arrive.

It was a Han Chinese-owned hotel, and the sign at the door said "Sunshine Hotel" in Chinese, Tibetan, Nepali and English.

Lin Xuan got out of the car, and a young man standing at the side door of the hotel greeted him.

"Where's the patient?" Lin Xuan asked.

"In the back." The young man replied in a low voice, then led him into the side door and turned right into the corridor, and after walking more than ten meters, another young man came up, took over his companion, and led Lin Xuan inside.

Lin Xuan was a little strange, because this way of greeting was like a "change of guard" between soldiers, not like an ordinary patient's family at all.

Finally, the young man stopped at the door of the most secluded room in the corner of the hotel.

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