Zhang Feng is no longer open.
Including the choice of revival, he did not return to the beginning, but deliberately chose to return to two seconds before.
For now, everything seems fine.
It's just that I was too impatient, and currently have almost no strength, so I can't understand my own bodily functions more clearly, leading to so mistakes.
These are all small matters, all within my control.
After all, since I have margin for error, and currently the significance of revival is not very big, I should definitely give it a try.
If not, what would the margin for error be good for?
"Cough, cough..."
Zhang Feng hurried on, thinking, occasionally letting out a few suppressed coughs, feeling very uncomfortable.
But he tried just now, and his lungs couldn't be moved.
Then let the cough be suppressed.
Feeling suffocated in the chest, let it be for now.
Perhaps this lingering state can put up with a bit more ti.
Thinking this, Zhang Feng recalled many worlds.
Many elderly people with lung and heart disease went for so open-chest treatnts.
So were cured directly.
So, after surgery, were so badly hurt that it would have been better not to have it.
To put it bluntly, not having surgery but instead conditioning could also prolong ti, giving more chances to see children and grandchildren.
But no one can see through the future, making it hard to say right or wrong.
Because the intention to heal is absolutely correct.
It's just that Zhang Feng has the chance to revive, otherwise, he'd be like the latter, having little ti left after the surgery.
This is also the last big gamble in life.
The stake really is one's life.
Honestly.
Zhang Feng, experiencing being old for the first ti, finally understood this complex emotion.
This feeling is bewildernt, reluctance, many unspoken words, and the unspeakable fear of expectation.
It is not a simple emotion.
Now Zhang Feng, while walking, couldn't tell if it was his lung disease making it hard for him to breathe or the psychological repression.
Such a life realization.
Zhang Feng actually would rather not have it.
Even though Divinity Transformation increased by 3%, completing so complex emotions and psychological thoughts.
But Zhang Feng wasn't happy.
The thought rooted in moral beliefs made Zhang Feng feel that gaining such realization was wrong, akin to spending the ti of a dying old man.
Yet, such realization also made Zhang Feng understand many things.
Moreover, his Federation Utopia is a world that has entered 'disguised zero death'.
Now, there's no such thing as dying of old age.
The lifespan of the elderly has been infinitely extended under the aid of dicine and high-tech.
For an old person like himself, whose lifespan is nearing an end, if he could reach his 'kingdom'.
The first three days are for conditioning, using nanorobots and drugs to pull constitution, pull life extension.
The subsequent day is for pre-surgery examination, along with simulated surgery in the Virtual World.
By the fifth day, the body can be revitalized, the lifespan once again extended.
Even if the telores have shortened to nothing, the Federation's biotechnology can perform artificial synthesis of human cell replacents.
The disciplines of neuron and genetics can activate the brain, eliminating brain nerve diseases.
Lifespan extended by another fifty years is absolutely no problem.
Then recuperate, living to three hundred is a small feat.
Currently, the only thing that can limit human lifespan is the brain.
Aside from that, synthetic hearts and such have already appeared in the Federation.
It is fully possible to take a patient's cells, cultivate so internal organs as hardware replacents.
In the Federation's average lifespan, based on the calculations in Virtual Structures, if a person accepts the Federation's technology from the start, theoretically they can live to five hundred years.
Then wait for the brain or soul technology to be perfected.
As long as the soul does not suffer loss during grafting and transfer, it would be 'disguised eternal life'.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng felt sowhat relieved, and put down this suppression.
However.
Although his mood improved.
After half an hour, Zhang Feng sat by the roadside filled with yellow dirt.
He was truly too tired.
And his joints ached, including his right lower leg, which he could barely lift; there were even signs of cramping, like a spring suddenly tightened inside his leg.
Zhang Feng felt it and knew this body also had arthritis and osteoporosis.
These illnesses accumulated over the past few years while 'he' searched for old friends, coupled with aging.
More calcium is needed.
Thinking about it, Zhang Feng slowly straightened his calf, using a special technique for massage, promoting circulation and removing stasis, while also relaxing the muscle groups.
"Cough, cough..."
Sitting there, phlegm also rose up.
Zhang Feng was a bit depressed but had no choice, just had to try resting for a while.
And hopefully, maybe a carriage headed for the city might pass by.
He still had two taels of silver and over three hundred coins in his little bag.
At that ti, he would observe the other party's face and subtle actions.
If they are good people, give a little money to take him along.
There were over twenty li to the town.
If relying solely on his legs, it would likely take a day.
While Zhang Feng was contemplating this.
About ten minutes later.
Clatter—
The sound of hoofbeats and carriages ca from behind.
"Old man, are you alright?"
At this mont, Zhang Feng looked back and saw a lean horse-drawn cart approaching.
The driver was a young man wearing coarse cloth.
Although he seed full of concern, his gaze frequently darted to the little bundle in Zhang Feng's arms.
"Thank you, young brother, for your concern. This old man is fine."
Zhang Feng glanced at him, instantly realizing the man bore ulterior motives.
So he pretended to have a robust voice, putting on the air of soone who had road the world for many years.
Like an old hand in the jianghu.
Usually, they hold so skills, especially old n in their sixties.
People who have seen and experienced much, and wandered the world for many years, still alive at this age, surely have so skill, telling others otherwise is simply deceitful.
Zhang Feng relied on such simple logic, aiming to scare off this 'initial crisis'.
Based on his movents.
His Constitution was as high as [87]
87, robbing an old man is really absurd!
At first glance, he was the most inelegant small-ti bandit.
But now, Zhang Feng truly couldn't withstand the situation.
Their killing and robbing, it seed justified.
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