8mi Chapter 239 The Legend Endures
Chapter 239 The Legend Endures
The petals of the towering tree exploded in mid-air.
Pollen is not a solid powder, but rather exhibits a faint bluish-green fluorescent glow.
They gather into clouds and spread high in the sky with the airflow.
Old Cai knelt under the tree, his hands clasped together, tears mingling with mud streaming down his face: "A miracle...this is a miracle from the plants!"
Pierre rushed out of the kitchen, holding a frying pan, staring blankly at the sky.
A rain of turquoise light fell.
The light pierced through the buildings and the leaden fog, landing on the skin of everyone in Changxiang City.
This is not a traditional pharmacological treatment.
The pollen contains the survival instincts of hundreds of thousands of people, which, after being filtered and purified by a system, are transformed into the purest "original code of life".
on the street.
The driver, who was slumped over the steering wheel, suddenly twitched and gasped for a breath of minty air.
He sat bolt upright, gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, and swore at the top of his lungs.
in the hospital.
The electrocardiogram monitor, which had stopped beating, started beeping again.
The elderly man in the hospital bed opened his cloudy eyes, ripped off his breathing mask, and asked for a bite of braised pork.
The will to survive triumphed over physical erasure.
Deep within human genes, the instinct to fight death was completely ignited by this bluish-green rain of light.
The lead-gray fog melted and dissipated quickly, like snow melting in a raging fire.
Changxiang City has come to life.
……
At the same time.
Deep within an unknown dimension.
The data center of Organization S.
The massive server matrix is emitting black smoke.
The red warning lights were flashing wildly.
The higher-dimensional consciousness that called itself the "librarian" was looking at the data being fed back on the screen.
"Error. Logical error."
"Unknown variable detected. Infinite mass. Unable to parse."
What was transmitted back from Changxiang City was no longer a single emotion, but a chaos so vast it was immeasurable.
Life and death, love and hate, greed and sacrifice.
This junk data, which was originally considered a bug, flowed back into the core database of the S organization through the physical channels through which the virus was released.
The order was completely overwhelmed.
The server's motherboard exploded one after another.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The higher-dimensional barrier has completely collapsed.
The computing power that the WeiS organization operates is rendered useless in the face of humanity's crude and primitive survival instincts.
"Connection interrupted."
The cold, mechanical sounds echoed through the server room, then fell into complete silence.
……
Three months later.
Renxin Pharmacy.
The renovation project of the pedestrian street has been fully completed.
The "Ecological Health Resort Center" led by Shen Wanshan has sprung up.
But the most central, dilapidated shop still retains its mottled walls and yellowed wooden countertops.
Wang Minyu leaned back in the rattan chair, holding the dented stainless steel teacup in his hands.
The system panel flickered at the edge of my field of vision.
The cosmic dimensional channel has been closed.
The higher-dimensional interface of Organization S has been destroyed.
The ecological cycle system is functioning normally.
[Host's current privileges: Creator.]
Wang Minyu casually swiped away the pop-up window.
"It's so noisy."
He stood up and walked to the counter.
Boss Liu was wearing his reading glasses and rapidly checking the accounts on his abacus.
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, the two apprentices, were picking out medicine in front of the medicine cabinet, and their skills were becoming more and more proficient.
Outside the gate, several black cars with European royal license plates were lined up in a long queue.
The butlers, dressed in tuxedos, were holding number plates and queuing up under the sun, sweating profusely.
Since the strange incident in Changxiang City, Renxin Pharmacy's reputation has become impossible to conceal.
Various powerful figures, financial magnates, and even overseas royal families have mobilized all their resources to gather information about this place.
They sought longevity and cure of disease.
Wang Minyu's rules were simple: he would treat patients, but not charge them money; he would only charge them for their emotional state. If they were cured, they would have to carry manure from the back mountain for three months.
A prince from a European principality, who refused to carry manure, is now eating raw radishes tied to tree bark on the back hill.
"Boss, all the appointments for today are booked up." Su Qing came down from the second floor.
She wasn't wearing that oversized black sweatshirt today.
She wore a well-tailored white dress, and her hair was styled up with a wooden hairpin.
Apart from still wearing those black-rimmed glasses, he looked less like a typical nerd and more sharp.
"I'll stop looking at them once they're all hung up. Let's take a break."
Wang Minyu placed the teacup on the table.
He turned and glanced at the pharmacy.
The towering tree in the backyard has had its form hidden by the system; to outsiders, it is just a rather lush, century-old banyan tree.
Guan Shan was forging iron under a tree, while Pierre was researching how to make pasta using banyan tree roots.
Wang Wei, holding a broom, was still calculating the best cleaning path.
Everything was noisy, everything was vibrant.
"Li Siyuan," Wang Minyu called out.
Li Siyuan ran over, still holding a handful of goji berries in his hand: "Master, what's the matter?"
Wang Minyu took off his white coat.
The white coat was faded from washing, and there were still stains left by traditional Chinese medicine on the hem.
He threw the white coat at Li Siyuan's head.
"From today onwards, you will be seeing patients. If anyone dies as a result of your treatment, you will be responsible for their burial."
Li Siyuan hurriedly pulled off his white coat, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Master? Where are you going?"
"Retire. Go farming."
Ignoring everyone's astonishment, Wang Minyu turned and walked towards the door.
Su Qing pushed up her glasses, closed the laptop she was holding, and quickly followed.
The two walked out of the pharmacy side by side, blending into the crowd queuing outside and the hustle and bustle of the city.
There was no farewell ceremony, no handover ceremony.
……
Thirty years later.
The old street of Changxiang City.
This area has been designated as a special cultural protection zone.
The surrounding high-rise buildings have all been relegated to the side, leaving only this group of antique buildings.
The lettering on the signboard of Renxin Strange Doctor Clinic has become somewhat blurred due to years of exposure to wind and sun.
Push open the heavy glass and wooden door.
Behind the counter sat an old man with gray hair.
His face resembled that of Boss Liu back in the day, and he was watching short videos on a tablet computer.
This is Mr. Liu's grandson.
A young man wearing a silver bodysuit and with the latest brain-computer interface chip attached to his temple walked in.
The young man looked irritable, and the brain-computer interface emitted a faint red light.
"I need to register. There's noise in the chip in my brain, and even the top repairmen can't fix it. I've heard you have a lot of folk remedies here?" The young man's tone carried his habitual arrogance.
Old Liu raised his eyelids, glanced at the young man, and then pointed to a black and white photograph hanging on the wall.
In the photo, a thin young man wearing a faded white lab coat holds a stainless steel tea mug in his hand, his eyes cold and scheming.
"Folk remedies? We only treat illnesses, we don't fix machines."
Old Liu tapped on the wooden cabinet, making a "tap-tap" sound.
"See that person on the wall? That's our ancestor."
"Back then, he made the world's richest man spend two months shirtless mixing mud in his backyard, and he made a European prince carry manure up the mountain for a year." Old Liu picked up his thermos, took a sip of water, and said, "Your chip is broken, go to the repair shop. If you feel life is meaningless, turn right and line up when you go out."
"That's a different price."
The young man stood there, stunned.
The wind outside blew into the room, bringing a faint smell of bitter medicine and the fresh fragrance of herbs.
In this era where data is quantified to the extreme and technology dominates everything, this dilapidated pharmacy remains like a hard nail, firmly driven into the cracks of logic.
The legend continues forever.
(End of the book)