abc-du-gratuit Chapter 237 Selfless Love
Chapter 237 Selfless Love
The crisp sound of porcelain clattering came from the back kitchen of the pharmacy.
Pierre came out carrying a large bowl. The dark brown medicinal soup sloshed in the bowl, with a fine layer of foam floating on the surface.
Caramelized sea salt jujube seed soup.
"I drank it." Wang Minyu tapped the solid wood counter.
Sun Qiang stared intently at his phone screen.
The ticking time in the upper right corner of the screen became the only measure of his life.
Her fingers twitched, resisting as she reached for the bowl.
Guan Shan stepped forward, his rough hands clamping down on Sun Qiang's jaw, his thumbs gripping the masseter muscles on both sides.
The chin was forced open.
Pierre held the rim of the bowl and poured the warm medicine into it.
Gudong.
Swallowing is a purely physiological reflex.
Sun Qiang choked and coughed violently.
The sweet and salty caramel flavor explodes on the taste buds first, followed by the heavy bitterness of jujube seeds, and the coolness of anemarrhena rhizome slides down the esophagus into the stomach. Several extremely conflicting flavors collide in the mouth.
The warmth coming from my stomach forcibly awakened my parasympathetic nervous system.
Sun Qiang's back, which was originally taut like a bowstring, began to collapse uncontrollably.
The keyboard typing on the second floor stopped.
Su Qing leaned half her body out from behind the wooden stair railing. "Implantation complete. Based on the underlying timestamp tampering of the TCP/IP protocol." She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses. "I intercepted the handshake signal between the client and the server. From now on, for every second the UI time displayed on his phone advances, 1.5 seconds will pass in the real world."
Sun Qiang looked down at his phone.
The countdown timer in red at the center of the screen changed its pace.
The previously cramped, breath-squeezing countdown of seconds slowed down.
"Tick-tock—"
"Tick-tock—"
Between the two jumps, there was a chance to catch one's breath.
This 0.5-second margin is an absurd luxury for riders who have long been used to divide their time into milliseconds by algorithms.
"The human body has the meridian flow, and naturally there are spring, summer, autumn, and winter." Wang Minyu played with the beads of the copper abacus, the crisp wooden clinking sound echoing in the room. "The data network built by capital has robbed people of their rhythms. You use the excessive wear and tear of your bodies to fill the gap in server computing power. This is not work, this is called living energy supply."
Sun Qiang opened his mouth as the medicine began to take effect.
Sour jujube seed nourishes the heart and liver, calms the nerves and reduces sweating.
The turmoil in the blood vessels was forcibly suppressed by the herbal molecules.
He found himself able to sit quietly for more than five minutes.
"Go to the backyard." Wang Minyu pointed to the back door with the blue cloth curtain hanging on it. "There's a group of people there, learning how to be good people. Go and teach them."
The sun is scorching in the backyard.
The loess soil at the primitive life experience camp was baked dry and cracked.
Shen Wanshan, shirtless, was struggling to tie two bamboo poles together.
The rough hemp rope left red marks on the fingers of this billionaire capitalist.
Fatty Zhang squatted to the side, chopping firewood with a rusty machete, sweat dripping down his layers of fat.
Sun Qiang stood at the door, still clutching the slowed-down phone in his hand.
"New here?" Shen Wanshan wiped the mud off his face, looked up and examined Sun Qiang's yellow rider uniform. "Go help Old Li with some mud. The pigsty roof just needs a little finishing touches."
Wang Minyu walked between the two and threw down a huge black plastic bag.
Inside were five hundred unfolded, cheap takeout boxes.
"Mr. Shen, you're very good at calculating return on investment." Wang Minyu kicked the bag with his toe. "Now, within ten minutes, fold these five hundred boxes into shape and close the lids."
Shen Wanshan put down the hemp rope in his hand and glanced at the pile of corrugated cardboard: "Repetitive assembly line work. This is the least efficient way to consume production capacity."
"If they don't finish folding, they won't get lunch." Wang Minyu left with those words, then turned to Sun Qiang, "You'll be the supervisor. If they fold a corner wrong, or go over time, you can kick them."
The inversion of power is happening in the muddy backyard.
Shen Wanshan, Zhang Pangzi, and several other business tycoons formed a circle and began clumsily folding cardboard boxes.
The edge of the cardboard cut Shen Wanshan's thumb.
Fatty Zhang pressed too hard and crushed the lid.
Sun Qiang looked at these people.
These people who set rider rankings, designed penalty algorithms, and used PowerPoint presentations to decide the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people can't even handle the most basic takeout box right now.
"That's not right." Sun Qiang walked over and snatched the box from Shen Wanshan's hand. "You need to press the creases in the opposite direction first so the buckles can lock. If you put the soup like that, it will definitely spill when you go over speed bumps."
He skillfully flipped the cardboard, his fingers flying across the paper.
In three seconds, a perfect packaging box is formed.
This is an instinct he developed through muscle memory over three years in order to save time.
Shen Wanshan looked at Sun Qiang's hands, remained silent for a moment, then picked up a new piece of cardboard and began to press it, imitating Sun Qiang's movements.
"The corners aren't aligned. Do it again," Sun Qiang pointed out bluntly.
An absurd scene.
A chairman worth billions was scolded by a food deliveryman for folding cardboard boxes.
As the sunlight shone on Sun Qiang's back, he suddenly felt that the cell phone that had been threatening his life at that moment was no longer important.
The punishment mechanisms written in the code lost their effectiveness in this backyard filled with the smell of mud and sweat.
Wang Minyu stood in the shadow of the eaves, watching coldly.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon.
Five hundred boxes were folded. At that moment, Sun Qiang's phone vibrated.
It wasn't a notification to expedite the order, but rather a notification that my salary had been deposited into my account.
He didn't complete any orders today, but Su Qing tampered with the backend data, creating the perfect illusion of online order taking.
Looking at the extra two hundred yuan in his card, Sun Qiang leaned against the red brick wall of the pigsty and slid down.
Three years.
He runs for eighteen hours every day.
To save money on rent, they slept in cement pipes under overpasses.
To save time, he ate bread nearing its expiration date every day. He became a mere plug-in driven by a barcode scanner.
He took out his phone and dialed his wife's number back home.
The phone rang three times before being answered.
The background noise is the ticking of medical equipment in a hospital ward.
"Hey? Qiangzi, why are you calling so early today? Aren't you busy with food deliveries?" His wife's voice sounded tired.
"I didn't go out today. I took the day off." Sun Qiang picked at the dry mud on the ground. "Has Ni'er's fever gone down?"
"It's cancelled. The doctor said you can be discharged after two more days of observation. Don't worry about the money; the money you sent back is enough. While you're out there, buy some meat for yourself and don't just keep eating dry food."
Sun Qiang's eyes suddenly became bloodshot.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he desperately tried to push the sob back into his chest.
As time slows down, the emotional gaps are reopened.
The debts I had accumulated over the past three years to my family, along with my wife's unconditional tolerance, washed away the cold shell of indifference that had been cultivated by the rules of calculation.
There is no grand narrative, no world-saving drama.
Just for a dose of fever-reducing medicine for his daughter in a hospital bed far away, and for a word of advice from his wife.
This is the most humble, yet the most resilient thing.
Wang Minyu, who was sitting behind the counter looking through medical books, stopped what he was doing.
From the direction of the backyard, an extremely intense golden sphere of light shot into the sky.
It contained no resentment, no fanaticism, only pure and unadulterated sacrifice and dedication.
The system's star panel popped up automatically. The sixth six-pointed star slot emitted a beeping sound.
[Ultimate fundamental emotion: selfless love, collected.]
[The six origins of extreme emotions have been gathered. The prerequisites for Project Mending the Sky have been met.]
[God-level Leek Gardener System, 100% unlocked permissions.]
[Reconstructing a higher-dimensional physical barrier...]
Fine ripples appeared on the surface of the water in the teacup on the counter.
The dried herbs that Old Cai had hung on the door frame moved swiftly without any wind, their leaves making a rustling sound.
The system upgrade lacked any fancy audio-visual effects.
But in Wang Minyu's perception, this dilapidated Renxin Pharmacy had been completely stripped from the coordinate system of three-dimensional space on a physical level, becoming an anchor point independent of the rules.
Sun Qiang wiped away his tears, stood up, and walked to the front hall.
"Dr. Wang, I'm cured. The registration fee was 10,000 yuan, and I still owe you 9,800 yuan. I'll go to the construction site tomorrow to carry cement to pay you back."
Wang Minyu put away the Starry Sky panel.
"No need. You take those five hundred boxes from the backyard to the scrap yard and sell them; the money is yours. From now on, you can work a maximum of ten hours a day. If you work even a second less, I'll make sure you suffer from insomnia for the rest of your life."
Sun Qiang bowed, then turned and pushed open the glass door.
Outside the door, the sky over Changxiang City had changed.