Yes!

Zhang Wenliu got up from the ground suddenly, looked down and saw that his hands were slippery and greasy, and they were actually blood.

What is this place?

Zhang Wenliu touched his body, felt weak, and touched his forehead, as if he still had a little fever.

As far as the eye can see, blood is stained all over the ground, there are still a few pork fans hanging in the air, and the air is filled with a thick bloody atmosphere, like purgatory on earth.

He was standing in what resembled a workbench with a sharp knife for dissection on the ground.

"I've crossed over to the slaughterhouse?"

Zhang Wenliu muttered, and then asked the system, "Why is there no prompt for this crossing?" ”

[System: This time through the world is "I am not the God of Medicine", the time is 2002.

Location, Magic City.

Due to the overlap between the world and the real world, some items cannot be used.

Note: This crossing is a soul crossing, and the body is the body of Peng Hao in this world, please explore it by yourself. 】

Task 1: Change the fate of Peng Hao's death.

Task 2: Protect Cheng Yong from being caught by the police

Mission 3: Change the fate of the current mission world where Lu Ying hanged himself

Task 4: Protect Zhang Changlin, a counterfeit drug dealer, and make him escape justice

Task 5: Earn 1 million through legitimate channels within one year (note: no illegal crimes)

System [After completing the above tasks, you can return to the real world]

Zhang Wenliu looked at the pork on the board with a dull expression, "Nima, there are so many tasks, Lao Tzu is going to be developed this time!" ”

"Huang Mao, someone is looking for you!"

Just as Zhang Wenliu was still excited about a large number of tasks, a worker opened the curtain and walked in.

The man was wearing the same black leather apron as himself, with sleeves on his arms.

The lights in the factory were dim, and Zhang Wenliu couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"Who's looking for me?"

Zhang Wenliu was a little puzzled.

He watched this movie twice, and the yellow-haired Peng Hao is his favorite character, he left home at a young age, got leukemia, worked to make money, raised a dog, had no money himself, robbed Cheng Yong's medicine and distributed it to other leukemia patients.

Ordinary people like Huang Mao have learned this experience a long time ago, but Huang Mao didn't, he made money with his own hands.

He belongs to a chivalrous man, and he does what he does, and he follows his heart.

If you treat me as a soldier, I will repay you as a soldier.

He walked out of the pork factory with squinted eyes, his head was chaotic, and he knew that he had a fever caused by chronic myelogenous leukemia.

After all, working in a slaughterhouse, bacteria are flying all over the sky, which is undoubtedly worse.

"Peng Hao!"

At this moment, two men broke in directly, "You little thief, dare to rob me of my medicine, I think you are tired and crooked." ”

Cheng Yong! Lv benefit!

Zhang Wenliu looked at these two stars in reality, and had a feeling of time and space disorder.

Especially Cheng Yong, who has long hair, almost recognized Wang Han.

Seeing that Zhang Wenliu was dumbfounded, Cheng Yong became even more angry, and slapped him, seeing that he was about to hit him on the head, Zhang Wenliu instinctively raised his arm, "Bang-"

"Oh, dare you fight back?" Cheng Yong has a short temper, beats his wife at home, and goes out to fight a lawyer, which belongs to the mix.

He slapped his backhand again, and "snap-" was blocked by Zhang Wenliu again.

This time Cheng Yong was completely alive, jumped up, and kicked Zhang Wenliu's lower abdomen, this time the momentum was strong, if he was kicked, he had to urinate blood.

If it was Zhang Wenliu's own body, he would have been beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

It's a pity that Huang Mao's body is too weak, sick, and can't lift his strength at all, he dodged and dodged, lowered his head and hugged Cheng Yong's waist, "Big brother, I was wrong, don't fight." ”

Cheng Yong picked up his arm and smashed it on Zhang Wenliu's back, "If you know it's wrong, let it go!" ”

Zhang Wenliu was hit a few times, feeling heartbroken, and when he became angry, he stumbled under his feet, pushed his shoulder, and Cheng Yong suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhang Wenliu clenched his fists and shook it in front of Cheng Yong: "Do you recognize what this is?" ”

Cheng Yong fell on his back, and before he could recover his senses, he scolded and scolded: "Little red guy, I'll kill you!" ”

"Kill me? I'll let you see first, what is a big fist in a casserole. Zhang Wenliu punched Cheng Yong in the nose as a face.

With a punch, the blood burst out, as if a soy sauce shop had been opened, and salty, spicy, sour, and sweet all rolled out.

Cheng Yong was beaten with gold stars in his eyes, and scolded in his mouth: "Little red guy! ”

Zhang Wenliu punched again, "Scold again!" ”

"Little Red Guy!"

"Scold again!" Zhang Wenliu is not used to him, in the real world, he has been scolded by the coastal locals for being a little red guy, and he has long held his breath.

Now that he met Cheng Yong, a native of the magic capital, he used him as an outlet.

After three or five punches, Cheng Yong was out of breath when he was beaten, his speech was slurred, and he couldn't scold.

Lu Yingying was frightened and wanted to help, but he was taken by Zhang Wenliu's ferocity, so he had to beg for mercy: "Don't fight, don't fight, if you fight again, you will die!" ”

Zhang Wenliu felt that it was almost over, and stopped at the tip of Cheng Yong's nose with his fist horizontally, "Have you taken it?" ”

Cheng Yong reluctantly opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood: "I'll take it...... I'll serve your grandma! ”

Smack - Zhang Wenliu didn't use his fist this time, but changed it to a slap.

He slapped his left and right, and one hand took out the sparks, Cheng Yong was just a green skin after all, not an iron beating, I don't know how many times he was beaten, and he saw that Zhang Wenliu had no intention of stopping.

Cheng Yong begged for mercy: "A good man spares his life!" Cheng is willing to serve! ”

Zhang Wenliu got up from him and rubbed his sore arm, this body is so bad, even his body before crossing is not as good, it seems that chronic myelogenous leukemia has destroyed this body enough.

Even if he was hit by a car and died like in the movie, it is estimated that he will not live to be 30 years old.

Seeing that Zhang Wenliu had stopped, Lu Ying hurriedly stepped forward and helped Cheng Yong up, the two of them were gray, and they turned around and were about to leave.

"Wait, shall I let you go?" Zhang Wenliu took off the leather apron on his body, and threw the blood-stained sleeves in front of the two.

Lu Ying said with a sad face: "Big brother, the medicine was robbed by you, and people were beaten by you, what else do you want to do?" ”

Zhang Wenliu reached out to pat Cheng Yong's shoulder, Cheng Yong thought he was going to hit him, so he dodged unconsciously, but he couldn't dodge.

Zhang Wenliu stopped Cheng Yong's shoulders and said with a smile: "Brother Yong, aren't you here to ask about the guilt, don't you want to know where your medicine went?" ”

With his memory, Zhang Wenliu took the two to the place he rented.

This is a slum in an urban village, and it is not a house at all, just a few huts made of plastic sheets, paper shells and iron sheets, which leak from all sides, and if there is a strong wind, these makeshift houses will be blown into the sky.

The slums are full of filth, and if it weren't for Zhang Wenliu's sharp eyes, he would have stepped on human feces and dog feces a long time ago.

The air was filled with a foul stench, and it was so smoky that one could not open one's eyes.

Cheng Yong is not a rich man, but he is a native of the magic capital, his old father lives in a nursing home, and there is a house in the magic capital.

He never thought that in a metropolis like the magic capital, there would be such a slum with a very poor environment.

Although it is only the magic capital of 02 years, there are signs of economic take-off.

In the narrow iron room, there are several bunk iron frame beds, and those lying on the beds can't tell if you don't look carefully that they are people.

Skinny skin and bones, and there is an indescribable rancid stench in the air, just like when I was a child, I wet my bedding and didn't dry it for dozens of days.

Cheng Yong found his smuggled medicine at the head of a bed, picked it up and looked at it, only half a bottle was left, "It's quite righteous, robbing the rich and helping the poor?" ”

"I worked hard and worked hard to get you such cheap medicine, and you did this to me?"

Lu Ying pointed to his nose and said, "You bleed." ”

"Really?" Cheng Yong wiped his face, his hands were bright red, "Is there any paper?" ”

Tear - handed over a piece of waste paper from the bed, Cheng Yong took it and took a look, it was actually full of mathematical formulas, of course, not all mathematical formulas, mixed with some instructions "This product may cause nausea, vomiting, rash, itching, ......"

This Nima is a medicine leaflet.

"Isn't there toilet paper? Or do you all use this kind of butt-pulling paper wipe when you go to the toilet? Cheng Yong said dissatisfied.

Zhang Wenliu snatched the manual from his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away: "If you want it, don't pull it down." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Cheng Yong took the manual, tore off half of it, rolled it into a vertical strip, and stuffed it into his nostrils, "Something is better than nothing." ”

His nose and face were swollen from being beaten by Zhang Wenliu, and his appearance was a little funny.

"Hero, I've seen it, I've seen it, we've seen it, we can go." Cheng Yong said with a smiling face.

Zhang Wenliu shook his hair: "What's the matter, don't you want the money?" Your medicine is not cheap, a bottle costs 5,000 words. ”

Hearing the other party talk about medicine, Cheng Yong felt a pain in his flesh.

He went to YD this time, so he brought back 100 bottles, and said that one bottle would sell for 5,000, but in fact it couldn't sell that much.

Liu Sihui's patient leaders, each of whom is 20% off, and his small team, take medicine for free, and then calculate the cost of going back and forth, this trip will earn a maximum of 3,000 yuan for a bottle of medicine.

Not to mention that there are people like Zhang Wenliu, who robbed the medicine and didn't give money, and Cheng Yong didn't dare to speak out.

What he did was smuggling + selling counterfeit drugs, and if he was caught, it would take 8 years to start, and the maximum was indefinite.

If he hadn't been cornered, he would never have done this murderous business.

"Hero, even if I give this medicine to you, it is also a good deed, but I am also a small business, and I can't make a few dollars, so you can raise your noble hand and let us go."

Cheng Yong has been in the market for many years, reselling Indian divine oil, and his face has long been so worn that he can't be punched by bullets, which can be regarded as bending and stretching.

He hunched over and raised his hands, bowed his head to admit his mistake, and raised his legs to leave.

Tie-up - Zhang Wenliu blocked the door, "If you hit someone, you want to leave, it's not that easy." ”

Cheng Yong also became angry, "I said Huang Mao, don't be embarrassed, I admit it wrong, I apologize, I don't take a penny from you who robbed me of my medicine, it's enough to be benevolent and righteous, what else do you want?" ”

"No, I want to borrow money." Zhang Wenliu rubbed his hands, "Of course, I will make an IOU." ”

"Borrow money?" Cheng Yong didn't expect the other party to say this, and said vigilantly: "How much to borrow?" ”

Zhang Wenliu stretched out a finger.