ng Lang couldn’t help but cover his face.
Of course, I knew buying a house, location is very important.
But I only knew that choosing wrong could lose you money, not that it could cost you your life...
The first page of "Siege" was still a picture of the packed building.
In the photo were ng Lang holding a cellphone and a selfie with a strange woman.
Both were in hospital gowns, their faces worn but with a faint smile on their lips despite that.
Just like described in the book, she seed to be a quiet girl with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, and faint purple bruises could be seen on her face, marring the overall beauty of her facial features.
ng Lang had no idea how many continuous days and nights one had to wear a protective mask to cause such bruising.
But he did know it must have been many ceaseless days and nights...
He took out his phone and searched for "Wu City" and "Ou Lu" as keywords.
Soon, the search results popped up.
[Ou Lu: Female, master’s degree, intern doctor at the Third Hospital of Wu City, graduated from Qingbei dical Departnt and Qingbei Communicable Disease dical College, with a Master’s degree in Clinical dicine...]
There it was!
The Third Hospital of Wu City, huh...
Thanks to the omnipresent internet, ng Lang quickly found the hospital he was looking for.
Uh, sothing feels off saying it that way, this damned sense of temporal confusion...
In the search results online, there was also a professional half-body photo of Ou Lu wearing a white lab coat.
Compared with the photo in "Siege", Ou Lu still looked a bit naive, but it was clearly the sa person.
"An intern doctor? Looks like she must have just graduated not long ago. In 2 years, she should be able to advance to an attending physician, right?"
ng Lang looked at the vibrant and youthful Ou Lu in the photo and couldn’t help but sigh.
Without any accidents, this doctor who loved to sing, was cheerful and optimistic, and in the pri of her youth, would also...
...in that upcoming pandemic, et her fate.
"X-type virus... What kind of virus could cause such serious consequences?"
ng Lang’s hotown was in a small mountain village more than two hundred kiloters away from Wu City, and he also spent his four-year college life in Wu City, so he was not unfamiliar with the city.
One could say that aside from the ga-tropolises like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, Wu City and Su City, where he resided, were both able to rank among the top ten new first-tier cities in the country.
In addition to being the provincial capital, Wu City was also the only deputy-provincial-level city among the six provinces in the central region, located in the geographical center of the country and an important industrial base and comprehensive transportation hub.
Such a thoroughfare with a population over ten million.
It’s hard to imagine just how dire the situation had to be for the authorities to make such a decision.
Even during the 2002 outbreak of the f virus, there hadn’t been such a major response.
But ng Lang knew that the decision must have been a difficult and painful one.
This also indirectly indicated the terror of the X virus.
"I seem to rember, the first volu of ’Miserable Life’ also ntioned this incident..."
ng Lang recalled carefully.
[That year’s end, the child was born prematurely, a big healthy boy weighing 7.7 pounds, with blood type B.
The sky outside was filled with fireworks, as if the entire world was celebrating for ...
Even the outbreak of the pandemic the following year couldn’t dilute even the slightest bit of my joy...]
"Yes! That’s it!" ng Lang smacked his palm with his right hand.
"In just over a month, the situation has beco so critical. It seems that this virus spreads very quickly and is exceedingly harmful.
What’s unknown is just how long it lasted and the specifics of the casualties..."
Due to being isolated from the outside world, "Siege" didn’t provide many clues and even the developnts after the event were not clear.
But no matter, ng Lang said he had no shortage of one thing, and that’s people!
One "ng Lang" falls, but countless others follow relentlessly; now tell if that scares you.
Following a refresh rate of one update per day... in theory, I could produce 365 in a year!
No matter how many pitfalls there are, I can still fill them all!
If he wanted, couldn’t he simply send several "clones" deep into danger zones to easily obtain the intelligence?
That’s right, it’s sowhat costly to be so reckless with these "ng Langs."
"Strange, why has such a big event only been briefly ntioned in ’Miserable Life’ while other versions of my autobiography never touched upon it?"
He began to ponder this question.
’Miserable Life’ had a lifespan of 18 years.
’My Struggle’ had a lifespan of 10 years.
’Late Justice’ had a lifespan of 10 years.
’Living’ lasted only 3 months.
’Siege’ lasted nearly 2 years.
Based on the lifespans of the first three volus, it was entirely possible to have experienced the entire pandemic, so why were there only bits and pieces left behind?
Does this imply that the amount of information this book can convey is limited, hence each "clone" can only choose the most crucial ’intelligence’ of "this lifeti" to convey to themselves?
ng Lang stroked the copy of ’Siege’ in his hands...
Had the book... gotten thicker?
He reopened the book, "1, 2, 3... 2887!"
Counting the punctuation marks, there were a total of 2887 characters!
ng Lang carefully recalled that he rembered ’Miserable Life’ initially had just seven or eight hundred characters, followed by ’My Struggle’ with eight or nine hundred characters, then ’Late Justice’ with over fifteen hundred characters... up to nearly 3000 characters this ti.
In terms of length, this seed like an increasing process.
Could it be... that this "autobiography" isn’t just a "rare item," but a "growable equipnt"?
"Is it just a coincidence, or is it because the loopholes in space and ti are getting bigger, thus allowing the ’autobiography’ to ’smuggle’ more and more information over?
Or perhaps, because I have changed the future, the future’s spaceti smuggling techniques have beco more advanced, allowing the transmission of more information?"
ng Lang couldn’t figure it out.
However, he suddenly thought in the opposite direction.
What if this "autobiography" isn’t like squeezing toothpaste as he thought, and could transmit information without restrictions, then he could certainly pull off an extre maneuver!
What’s there to fear about a pandemic?
The next volu’s "" could simply survive for another ten years, then find a top-notch related dical paper, and just use copy ninjutsu to submit it to the prestigious dical journal ’Willow Leaf Flying Blade.’
Or say, live until the very end, just copy the formula for the miracle drug, start a pharmaceutical company, apply for a patent, and once it hits the market... world peace!
A win-win situation!
Who says a literature major can’t be knowledgeable in dicine? Who forbids from self-learning and becoming a cross-disciplinary "Sage"?
No, no, I’m still not thinking big enough, my steps are still too small!
If the length isn’t limited, then...
Who says my autobiography can’t update with a million words daily?
’A Hundred Years of Solitude’, ’A Thousand Years of Waiting’, ’Five Thousand Years of Chinese Civilization’, ’A Brief History of the Solar System’, ’Galaxy Chronicles’, ’The End of the Universe’...
He didn’t just imagine the next volu; he even had titles for the grand finale.
The only fear... by then, a single bookshelf might not be enough.
Should he rent a warehouse in advance to prepare?
If he really could create a future version of the "Complete Library" for himself...
History, humanities, arts, society, economics, technology...
My God, am I about to plagiarize the whole future of human civilization?
The longer I live, the more I can plagiarize.
Isn’t this too thrilling?
Could this be the correct way to use this "autobiography"?
I’m sorry, my forr self... I was thinking too small!
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