"Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~"
A hand stretched out from under the covers, fumbled for a mont, turned off the alarm on the phone, then withdrew back under the covers.
After another ten minutes...
"Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~"
Quiz, what has the following functions: deprives you of thought, incapacitates you, restores your energy, provides pleasure, hypnotizes, and seals your body?
The answer is a blanket.
In the incessant ringing, ng Lang reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed, turned off the phone, ruffled his ssy hair, and yawned as he walked into the bathroom...
a.m.
Facing the morning sun of early day, the energetic young man put on his headphones and jogged out of the neighborhood with a brisk pace, heading toward the nearby Tantai Lake Park.
A healthy soul in a healthy body needs early to bed, early to rise, plus a morning run.
Starting today, besides grains and vegetables, he also needed to pay attention to the weather forecast...
[This sumr
marks a new beginning
Try reaching the summit
and your soul will transform
At this mont
cross mountains just to et
the belief in my heart
Embrace the world, embrace the blue sky
Oh~ Blink and years pass, firm in the love within
Oh~ Dreams of youth, let’s achieve them together
Going all out to show you the world
That tiny dream is the best commoration
Youth must break through its own limits
The path we’ve walked is our test...]
Amidst the music, the scenic views on either side of the park’s health trail unfolded like a scroll.
The most beautiful ti in the world is May, at the end of March in early spring, which already had the blueprint of the most beautiful world.
Ancient bridges, pavilions, wildflowers, and exercise-loving ladies...
The park wasn’t large, but it triumphed with a serene environnt, pleasing to walkers and harmonious with singing birds.
If you’re talking about Su City’s calling card, it naturally belongs to its gardens.
There’s an old saying, Jiangnan gardens are the best under heaven, and Su City’s gardens are the best in Jiangnan.
Su City, known as a "City of Gardens", had over 200 gardens at its peak, though it’s a pity that only about 50 are well-preserved today.
The classical gardens of Su City, which blend estates with gardens, are admirable, visitable, and livable. Zhuozheng Garden and Liu Garden, representing Su City’s classical gardens, are hailed as "recreating the universe within a tiny space" and stand proudly in Chinese garden culture.
The place ng Lang loved most in Su City was its beautiful Jiangnan scenery...
"Tap, tap, tap~" Two slim, youthful beauties ran past, their ponytails swinging engagingly like the flirty youth of years past.
"Coming out for a morning run... truly brings joy to body and mind..." ng Lang couldn’t help but quicken his pace slightly.
Morning running is a lifestyle, what matters most isn’t how fast you are, but how happy you are.
...
Ten minutes later...
"Huff~ Huff~" ng Lang, out of breath, sat down on a bench beside the road.
"I must have run about two or three kiloters, right?"
He opened the fitness app on his phone to check.
Emm...
1.5 kiloters, just a quarter of the way around the park.
"Truly, ti makes one grow old..." ng Lang sighed.
He rembered that back when he first started university, he could run four or five kiloters in one go, but then the tis he exercised grew less and less frequent.
Intermittent full of ambition, sustained idleness.
This is a common state among many university students.
Passionate gas, beautiful senior students, adorable junior students, and the endless series of novels to follow...
The temptations of university life are so plentiful that one often wouldn’t consider sleeping before two or three in the morning.
Regaining a healthy body isn’t sothing that can be accomplished overnight; it requires long-term perseverance.
"Health Maintenance Plan", definitely a fundantal national policy that needs steadfast execution for the long-term...
Watching the joggers who occasionally ran past, ng Lang’s thoughts drifted to the future again.
Should they try to stop the pandemic?
From the perspective of a resident of Beihu Province, he definitely didn’t want to see his hotown beco a breeding ground for the virus.
But how to stop it?
Early warning?
If it’s anonymous, no one would believe it, and he might even be tracked down by the cyber police. He would likely end up in jail the next day for "spreading rumors" and "disrupting public order."
As for using his real na...
The virus might still be mutating in so remote corner of the world, so where would he get the evidence?
It would be better if others didn’t believe him; they’d just think he was a delusional patient. After all, when you’re deep in debt, you don’t worry about increasing it.
If they did believe him...what would he do if the pandemic really ca? How would he explain then?
Would he announce the next lottery numbers and perform the Great Prophecy Skill on the spot?
He didn’t know if they would treat him as God, but he was certain that international rcenaries, big consortia, military intelligence, the FBI, the KGB... would all be watching him day and night, wanting to slice him up as a "Prophet" to see what he tasted like.
His annual 365 "ng Lang monts" likely wouldn’t be enough.
If he ssed up the whistle blow, he might end up sacrificing himself instead.
ng Lang, being too weak, could only choose to go with the flow.
Even the United Nations might not be able to stop the virus at its inception, let alone a re insurance salesman.
All he could do was try to contribute a little during and after the outbreak of the virus.
"I still need to get the detailed information about the X virus, set a small goal, and live out a natural lifespan..."
A brainstorming session opened the door to a new world for ng Lang.
But embracing the new world was contingent on living long enough!
Feeling quite rested, ng Lang got up and resud his morning run.
His goal today was to run at least a full lap around the park to complete today’s "health preservation" check-in.
"I wonder if the future cancer drugs will be able to save ..."
The case of Mr. Sun the Saiyan teaches us that terminal illnesses can sotis be very mysterious.
Even if you have the power to split the Earth with a punch, if you’re ant to die of heart disease, you’ll die of heart disease.
This is not scientific, but ng Lang took note.
Even Super Saiyans know to bring back specific dicines from the future to save people; surely, he, having watched all 153 episodes of Dragon Ball, should know, right?
Drug therapy is Plan B outside of ng Lang’s "health preservation plan," double insurance!
Yet the foolish Earth people are still scrimmaging over tiny economic benefits, completely unaware of the impending pandemic, let alone achieving 100% perfect cures for cancer, making ng Lang anxious.
He didn’t want to undergo painful chemotherapy, go bald, and then hear the doctor say, "Sorry, we did all we could."
With his luck of being targeted by the world, this was almost certainly a likely future.
"Advancing human dical technology... is urgent..."
Watching the shapes of several young ladies ahead of him, ng Lang was concerned about his country and its people and wished he could draft a ten-year developnt plan for the United Nations.
He now could sowhat understand why those top tycoons liked to invest in biopharmaceutical companies as they grew older.
In their quest to live longer, their goals were definitely aligned!
Unfortunately, his current power didn’t allow it.
Even if he knew the molecular formula of the specific drug, how to manufacture it was still a problem; he couldn’t just make it with his bare hands, could he?
Even if he managed to make it, he couldn’t just experint on himself by taking it directly!
Even if he wanted to file a patent, he would need clinical trials, wouldn’t he?
Whether in response to a pandemic or from a "self-rescue" perspective, a biotechnology company with the capacity to manufacture and research drugs was exactly what he urgently needed now.
ng Lang had decided to give up the frustrating plan to buy a house and use his first pot of gold to contribute to the advancent of human dical technology!
But with just over ten million...
It might be enough to open a beauty salon, but to start a pharmaceutical company, that might not even make a splash.
And he had no experience in starting a company. An insurance salesman from a Chinese departnt thinking of opening a pharmaceutical company...
Such a dramatic career jump would probably not even attract any angel investors.
"ng Lang?"
He was deep in thought about life while running when a familiar voice suddenly ca from behind him.
Surprised, ng Lang turned around and saw Lin Haitang in her tight sports outfit.
"Is that really you? What a coincidence?"
With sweat on her forehead and slightly breathless, Lin Haitang looked at him with so surprise.
ng Lang imdiately put on a very calm expression.
"Yeah! Quite a coincidence, I often co here to run on weekends..."
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