Unlike modern medicine, which can be treated with money, and even modern Chinese where diseases can be cured, medicine has been passed down since ancient times and has always had rules.

The Hippocratic Oath was passed down from generation to generation in Western Europe, which demanded that the teacher be regarded as a father, that his peers should be given free assistance, and that abortion should be banned.

Here in China, if it is inherited from Bian Que, there are three incurables, no treatment for willful and reckless behavior, no treatment for light body and heavy wealth (unwilling to spend money, no health), and no treatment for not respecting the doctor's advice.

So are the gods. For God, if he wants to bless mankind, he must cut his favor into small portions and throw away everything else, so that mankind can be blessed.

Moreover, if you don't have the ability and don't have fate, you can't take it.

It's like, a tornado has brought you a sperm whale down, if you don't have the ability to deal with it, then not only will you not be able to get rich, but you will also be prone to a plague because the whale's remains rot. It's like dropping a golden meteorite on your head when you hit the top of your head, and this small stainless steel basin for eating is full of 100 kilograms of heavy metal, and you really can't afford to turn around.

After all, there were only 13 disciples of the dove who claimed to love the world, and then the last one became a traitor.

It is true that Hagia Sophia cannot save humanity, at least not on the planet. The divine means can only be applied if the earth is shattered and the human race is not dead. Emperor Shang can be saved, in the end, the problems on his body can be classified as "curse", and God can indeed raise his hand to break it according to the rules. But the disease of the human organism itself is called a helplessness.

"I save?"

"Hmm."

"According to modern medicine, isn't it the death penalty?" Emperor Shang pondered what he had learned.

You can't save your ancient medicine.

The dancing god can't solve the problem of growing plants on the organs.

Do you think that soybeans sprout in ear holes and come out with a clamp?

"Don't take medical means. Moreover, let's talk about it when we come to China. Saint Sophia put her arms around Emperor Shang's head and rubbed it a few times, "I won't let you do what you can't do, and besides, you were rescued by me, and I won't harm you." ”

"It's just right now, let's give us a place to live."

"It seems that I said before, the house within three kilometers of the university ......"

One thing it turns out is that as long as you have money, you can ignore a lot of things.

For example, renting a house.

After the meter showed four zeros behind 12, the right to live in an independent small villa with more than 300 square meters was handed over by the landlord who called by phone very happily, and it was also the usual thing to look at the eyes of the gods.

Half a year, 120,000.

Don't say you're a rich second generation, college student, you're a brute, and you won't offer this price.

What is the concept of this number? Multiply by four, and you'll be on the edge of a Porsche, and you can drive out and put out the fire of schoolgirl moths who have never seen the world.

From beginning to end, these small coins that shimmer with dazzling brilliance are paid by St. Sophia. The well-informed landlord can also see that this income is obviously not something that Emperor Shang, who is full of childishness and looks like a contemporary college student, can get it.

The breath of a non-rich child flashing from the bottom of his eyes can be called a rush for the landlord who has rolled a lot of business.

But from another point of view, Emperor Shang is also a real bull.

Professional-level, no, a god-level little white face.

One thing to say, if the rich woman were Saint Sophia's appearance, my landlord would be willing to live thirty years less.

Little white-faced landlords are seeing a lot, after all, as time goes by, there are more and more rich women. But most of those women who are in their fifties and have shed heat for the country, such as Saint Sophia, who has a goddess-level appearance and figure, but are in a relationship with Emperor Shang, who is not qualified for a little white face at all, is really incomprehensible.

I've been in society for so many years, and you're the first guy I admire.

About half an hour after the landlord signed the contract and left. Hagia Sophia didn't use it much in the villa, but the kitchen was still as clean as a mirror, fumbled around to make a small half table of dishes, and served them in front of Shang Di.

Very home-cooked stir-fried greens, scrambled eggs with leeks and sweet and sour tenderloin. And I don't know how to stew it, it should generally be more than 40 minutes, and about an hour is the best pickled chicken porridge.

The taste of all the dishes is extremely grasping the taste buds of Shangdi.

If it weren't for the extremely slight difference in taste, Emperor Shang even suspected that Hagia Sophia had secretly learned to cook with her mother when she was a child.

"How?" Saint Sophia simply drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and then looked at Emperor Shang with a smile on her face, "It's okay to be idle here, so I found an acquaintance to learn some skills." ”

"It's so good that I panic a little bit, and I think I'm not worthy." Emperor Shang looked at Saint Sophia and couldn't help but come out of his heart.

Many years ago, there was a joke on the Internet, called what is the ultimate goal of life? Live in the house of the American emperor, invite Filipino maids, use Chinese cooks, and marry Japanese wives.

If you retreat to the second, you can go to Maozi.

What does that mean, that is, a man's dream is to want a wife who is both virtuous and good-looking. Most of the time, when you dream, you can only choose one or the other.

Since you choose one of them, then choose the good-looking one and you're done.

Hagia Sophia's goddess-like appearance is easy to be ashamed of herself, and she is so good, so gentle, and has the same craftsmanship as her own mother.

Emperor Shang really didn't know who else could match her, even if he was her personal choice.

"It's not interesting to say that, Mr. Shangdi." Saint Sophia approached Emperor Shang and scraped the tip of Emperor Shang's nose with one finger, "Eat well." ”

"Hmm." The perfect face and the extremely impactful curves of the chest that were close at hand impacted Emperor Shang's gaze. Emperor Shang couldn't help but nod.

"That's fine." Saint Sophia's hand gently caressed Emperor Shang's face. "By the way, I suggest you finish this meal in about 15 minutes."

"What will happen?" Emperor Shang was stunned.

"Some innocuous little trouble." Saint Sophia smiled faintly.

It took Emperor Shang about ten minutes to finish the meal cooked by Hagia Sophia. When he put away the dishes and chopsticks, he heard the shouts of half of a prehistoric beast from far and near.

It was a powerful diesel engine whistling.

Nowadays, most cities are using electric vehicles for hygiene and cleanliness. Even gasoline cars are not very useful, let alone diesel cars that breathe black smoke. Moreover, the only diesel vehicles you can see in the city are tractors, which have been banned from entering the city since the beginning of the century.

Who drives so unrestrained?

Even if he is a living prince, he has to have this stubble at night, right?