"This feeling of having one’s sovereignty declared by soone else..."
ng Lang returned to his rental and his head was still a bit muddled, thinking about Yan Weiwei’s slightly warning gaze...
So, am I being treated as a mistress by a woman?
The gender aspect is a bit ssy, a bit confusing, but... Is this the reason for the absence of a love story in the last episode?
If I could still spark any romance in this situation, even I would find it hard to resist telling "myself" one word—Impressive!
"What a sin!"
ng Lang couldn’t help but utter a lant similar to that of the bald manager.
ng Lang looked at the ti, 2 p.m., and pulled out his autobiography from his chest.
At a glance, the cover had turned to a black and red two-tone, the color much more vivid than before, giving a strong visual impact.
At the junction of black and red on the cover, "Scream" leapt off the page in wild cursive!
Just from the connected brushwork and unrestrained typography, ng Lang felt as though he could sense the author’s heart-wrenching roar.
"My life... Is it about to throw a curveball again?" ng Lang felt apprehensive.
"My Struggle" you turn into tears behind bars, and this "Scream" sounds full of indignation towards life, a complaint against reality.
Could that still be a cody?
With doubts about the title and a trace of trepidation, ng Lang turned the page.
[We are great because of our dreams, and all successful people are great drears.
Reflections on humanity’s future and concerns about my own health prompted , at the age of 24, to entertain the idea of abandoning the arts to pursue dicine.
Carrying the grand ideal of advancing human society and promoting dical technology, I embarked on the lifelong journey of struggle!]
Huh? This opening... surprisingly positive?
Continuing to read on.
[To enter the dical field and access various cutting-edge dical technologies, the best way was to join the circle!
Thus, under the bewildered eyes of all my friends and relatives, I quit my job at a Fortune 500 company and prepared to take the first step back into the ivory tower by attempting to enter Suzhou University’s dical school.
I successfully infiltrated a postgraduate study group and made a series of life advancent plans!
However, at the starting line of my dream, I encountered nurous obstacles.
First of all... dicine is not sothing you can study whenever you want...
As a discipline with strong professional requirents, it is nearly impossible for soone from a non-dical background to be accepted into a dical graduate program under current rules.
If I had to start from scratch at the undergraduate level... that would require to retake the college entrance exam...
Not considering the social suicide, and lacking the confidence to compete with post-millennials, I decisively chose to take an alternative path.
That is to beco an amateur scientist!
There are many paths to Ro, and my pursuit has never been about a diploma!
I began to frequent top dical forums and websites, subscribe to prestigious dical journals, and beca a VVIP custor of "CNKI" and "Wanfang Data".
I started collecting information on viruses and cancer from various channels.
I even breached the firewall to consult foreign cutting-edge dical papers.
Due to the barrier of language, I had no choice but to pick up English again, relying on an "English-Chinese Dictionary" and an "English-Chinese dical Dictionary" to doggedly swim through the ocean of knowledge.
According to the "10,000-hour rule," it takes about seven years for a person to go from novice to expert.
Being of average talent, it took two years to beco a sowhat well-known amateur scientist through frequent participation in many forums.
Because of my generosity, often throwing coins around in forums, I was given the nickna "ng Changjun"!
In short, on the road to my dream, I took a solid big step!
After all, to live a long life, a retirent fund is essential.
Two years later, the pandemic arrived...
And by then, I had finally managed to barely understand dical papers.
I began a new round of intelligence gathering.
From the publicly available data, the virus rapidly replicates and proliferates upon entering the human body, destroying lung tissue and preventing the alveoli from exchanging blood oxygen, affecting normal breathing function.
This leads to symptoms such as chest tightness, coughing, shortness of breath, fever, and fatigue in patients.
If they do not receive tily and effective treatnt, it can lead to sepsis, acute respiratory distress syndro, and clinical death.
This is a sly and exceptionally fierce virus.
Doubting my own luck and for the sake of safety, as well as not to disturb the normal world tiline, I almost never left the house.
Because surviving to the end is my life goal!
However, in such a tidal wave of the era, I beca lost...
When the news of Ou Lu’s unfortunate death ca, I realized that the direction of my efforts seed to be wrong.
Originally, I could have done more...
Yes, I beca an amateur scientist in dicine, but my initial dream was supposed to be a police officer.
Looking back suddenly, I realized that a lot had changed around as if only I had been marking ti.
Was everything I did aningful to ? To the people around ?
Is my life rely a moir?
Lost lives cannot be retrieved, and the youth that has passed never returns.
Even if my investnt returns have multiplied again and are approaching a minor goal, a balance that is close to nine figures still can’t fill the endless void in my heart...
Ti cannot be reversed.
Even if strands of my spirit may still cling to you in the bygone tis... what does it matter?
I am but a passerby in the annals of ti.
And you... are rely a spectator in the continuum of ti!
Whether you are poor or wealthy, with whom you spend eternity, where you are laid to rest—all these are your future, which has nothing to do with ...
Those patchy mories seem like nothing but a scream echoing in the soul.
A scream is necessary, even if only one person hears it in a lifeti, that echo will resonate far and wide...
I want to scream: my life is not your ga!
I want to thrive, I want to flourish, I want to see the vastness of the world, and then worry whether the breeze cos or not!
The next day, having realized my regret, I booked a ticket to Beijing...]
"emm..."
After reading, ng Lang fell into a long silence.
Although each autobiography has always shocked him,
this shock was not as intense as this ti.
The author of "Scream" was indeed complaining, but the target of the complaint... was actually ?
The key is...
What cos next?
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