Therapeutic Survival [End Times]

In the reserved laboratory, Fang Xiaoyan who arrived first saw Song Yichi immediately showed a happy smile, stepped forward and took his arm affectionately and said, "You are so slow, why are you so late?"

"The professor is delaying the class." Song Yichi replied indifferently, and put the heavy textbook on the operating table.

"Could it be Professor Wang? In the whole department, he always procrastinates after class. He has never been on time." Fang Xiaoyan propped up his hands, jumped to sit on the operating table, and happened to be at eye level with Song Yichi who was sitting on the chair, and said excitedly A bunch of people from M City Medical College said, "Oh yes, I saw that the incubator was empty just now, how did you do with the previous RX cultivation project?"

"Forehead……"

"Failed again?"

"It's because I didn't do it." Song Yichi couldn't remember what it was after the countless cultivations he had done, but it didn't matter, he had already decided to quit anyway.

Fang Xiaoyan's smile faded after hearing this, and his face was full of impatience: "You! Song Yichi, why are you always like this? I don't want to do anything unless I look at you. If this continues, when will our first-stage experiment be completed!"

Song Yichi shrugged without rebuttal, and admitted unhurriedly: "I really don't want to do it."

"You..." Fang Xiaoyan opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Song Yichi has been trying her best to help herself since the relationship. Even if she was not interested in the experiment, she never objected and said she didn't want to do it. She secretly had a bad feeling, " I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, but I have been doing academic exchanges with the professor in City M for more than a month during the summer vacation, and there is no way to do cultivation experiments, so I wasted so much time..."

"Xiaoyan." Song Yichi raised his hand to interrupt her unfinished sentence, "I want to spend more time with my family, and I can't continue to help you in the laboratory."

"Don't be in a hurry to quit." Fang Xiaoyan rubbed his eyes, jumped off the console and walked back and forth a few steps, trying his best to calm down his dissatisfaction, and said patiently, "You know, Yichi, this exchange in M ​​City There will also be many pharmaceutical companies and institutions of higher learning. Professor Zhang of the M Municipal Medical College is very optimistic about this project, and their college is a specialist in this field. If we can enter the second stage, we can apply for research funds, and even be admitted to the Municipal Medical College. If all goes well, this may be published as a doctoral research topic in the MDC journal."

Song Yichi listened to Fang Xiaoyan's beautiful plan for the future without saying a word, but listening to it for the second time today was no different from the first time in his previous life. He still couldn't understand the vision she described, and shook his head lightly .

"Why..." Fang Xiaoyan felt that Song Yi was unreasonable for the first time, but she didn't want to give up.

"Because I don't want to do scientific research."

"Song Yichi, why can't you explain it!" Fang Xiaoyan was disappointed, but inexplicably felt a sense of indignation, and couldn't help raising his voice, "Do you know how many people want to do it but can't do it, and you obviously can't do it?" If you have the ability, why don’t you do it? I have to remind you of everything, and I’m very tired! Well, since you don’t want to do it, don’t do it. If you are willing to stay in a small place, feel free to do it. I will complete this project by myself, and I will do it in M ​​City can go!"

"Good luck." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Song Yichi felt the weight on his shoulders suddenly lighten, turned around and picked up the book, and left the laboratory that had trapped him for ten years without hesitation.

Since my father died of illness, the burden of the family was on my mother alone. I couldn’t help when I was a child. I only knew to study hard and don’t let her worry about herself. Most of my previous life was spent in schools and laboratories. Let his mother worry about it, but he has almost failed to take care of him. This time Song Yichi decided to spend more time to make up for it.

Saying goodbye to Fang Xiaoyan, putting an end to all the entanglements in his previous life, he went straight back to the dormitory, and his roommate Sein Fei, who was playing games, was amazed when he saw it, "Oh oh oh, the research madman actually came back during the day, did you see me?"

Song Yichi couldn't laugh or cry, raised the book in his hand and gave it to him: "Correction, I'm not a scientific research madman, and I won't be in the laboratory in the future."

"Eh?!" Hearing the news of the explosion, Song Fei didn't bother to call back, called out the menu to pause the game, and dragged the chair to Song Yichi with a gossiping face, his eyes full of curiosity sparkled, "It's Miss Fang who finally can't stand you Did your laziness get you fired?"

No wonder roommates are so curious. Song Yichi used to be in the laboratory except for class, and never came back until the lights were turned off. He and Fang Xiaoyan are a well-known scientific research team in the whole college, and they are the best couple in the eyes of many people.

Living together for two years, with the same surname from the same family 500 years ago, Sein Fei felt that his roommate, who was so unpredictable, might win the Nobel Prize in the future.Such a person suddenly announced at the beginning of the new semester that he would never go to the laboratory again. Seinfeld felt that the soul of gossip was burning.

"Forget it." I wasn't very interested at first.Song Yichi silently added in his heart.

He didn't intend to say more, he looked like a basin of cold water, "Shuh", poured out Seinfeld's gossip thoughts, and went back to continue playing games, but he was thinking secretly in his heart that maybe the two of them were quarreling and angry, in a few days Enough.

Facts proved that Seinfeld was wrong. A week later, someone in the department began to say that the best couple broke up for some reason. Fang Xiaoyan and a few others continued the project. It is said that there is still some progress.

Song Yichi's life was not affected by this, and he didn't care what others said. He still went back and forth between the classroom, bedroom and library at three o'clock, and planned his academic courses in an orderly manner.

As for buying some storage space, he said that he was only a sophomore and his pockets were empty. The bonuses he got before were all at the student level, and it was the limit to buy food and clothing for a month. A year and a half is not enough.

The virus broke out when he was 32 years old, and now he is only [-]. Song Yichi thinks he has enough time to prepare slowly.Moreover, the studies should not be left behind. Medical University is already long, and it would be a waste of time to re-read it. He decided to read the books by himself and apply to the school for exemptions from some courses. He would get his bachelor's degree early, and then take the master's degree while working. In order to directly apply for the Ph.D. of Professor Li.

Professor Li is the clinical doctoral supervisor of the school, and he is an authority in God. Song Yichi always asks him for some experimental problems. He is very knowledgeable, cheerful, talkative, answering every question, and teaching students who are not under him to be equally patient. The tutor will definitely learn more, Song Yichi is full of confidence in his plan.

He allocated the time spent in the laboratory to studying and accompanying Song's mother. He was a top student in his previous life, but now it is not difficult to pick it up again. He soon rose to prominence with excellent grades, becoming the first student in the whole school to graduate early and complete all the master's courses by himself. A strange person.

Professor Li is also very optimistic, and cheerfully recommends him to practice in a directly affiliated hospital.The hospital is in the east of the urban area, and Song Yichi's home is in a small county town close to the urban area. It is very convenient to drive to and from get off work for more than an hour.

In this way, he started a regular life at the hospital and at home, and helped Song’s mother take care of the small supermarket during the shifts, enjoying the happy time of mother and child, and using the bonuses he got before and the hot monthly salary to do some low-cost work. Risky short-term financial management, earn a little money to enrich the inventory of the space.

Five years have gone by in a flash.

After the beginning of spring, the weather turns warm and cold, and after half a month, it is still so cold.The sun is often warm at noon, which makes tourists drunk. When the sun dips slightly, the cold air will come back immediately, allowing you to experience the coldness of spring.

It was February, just after the Spring Festival, and the number of busy people coming and going on the street gradually increased after the holiday. The red or gold ornaments in the shop entrances and green belts remained the same, and the strong atmosphere remained, which brought people a feeling. And send a good mood.

Suddenly, the sky became dark without warning, replacing the original sunshine, covered with gray veils that gradually rose, layer by layer, like clouds and not clouds, like fog and not fog.

People have become accustomed to the weather in winter when the sun says nothing, and they don't care, and they still bury their heads in doing their own things.Only a small number of people felt the cold attack at this moment, and couldn't help shivering.

The gray sky didn't last long, and was soon dissipated by the sunlight breaking through the clouds, and the city became bright again.

"Ah Choo—" Song Yichi, who was eating in the hospital cafeteria, quickly turned his face aside and buried it in his sleeve, and sneezed.

"Do you have a cold, Dr. Song?" Xiao Wang, who came to eat together, asked.

"Probably not." Song Yichi rubbed his itchy nose.

"You have to be careful this month. It's very cold in the spring. Don't take advantage of your youth and not care about your body." An older aunt at the same table couldn't help but interjected.

Song Yichi smiled politely: "Thank you, I will pay attention."

Unexpectedly, the impact of a small sneeze was more than that, it intensified at night, and he actually developed a fever.

Song Yichi rubbed his forehead that was throbbing with fever, and took out the cold medicine from the drawer to check the expiration date in one month. He was really weak, so he was too lazy to go downstairs to the convenience pharmacy.

It's not expired, so it should be fine, he gritted his teeth and took a piece while comforting himself, under the effect of the medicine, he soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next morning, Mother Song saw her son listless and listless, and worriedly stretched out her hand to touch it, "It seems a little hot, do you have a cold?"

"Maybe." Last night, after taking the medicine and sleeping soundly, Song Yichi regained some strength and his fever was not so high.Over the years, he has been paying attention to exercising and has never been sick. He doesn't know if it's really a sudden illness this time, or the medicine that is about to expire is not effective.

Turning around, she went to the kitchen to put two bowls of rice porridge on the dining table, and brought two plates of small pickles. Mother Song helped people stir the porridge with a spoon so as not to burn her mouth: "Can you still drive in this state? No, please take a day off to rest. .”

"Mom, don't worry that I'm fine. Eat quickly and don't get cold." Song Yichi took his mother's hand serving him, took a stick of pickled cucumber with chopsticks and put it in a bowl, his eyes curved, showing comfort smile.

After eating, my stomach, which was uncomfortable due to fever, was warmed up by Song's mother's breakfast, and it seemed that the cold would be cured soon.He put on his overcoat, fastened his scarf as his mother asked, and put on a mask.

After leaving the house, Song Yichi noticed that the morning peak congestion on the road was not serious today, and he arrived at the office 10 minutes earlier than usual. When he knew that many of his colleagues had asked for leave due to illness, he quietly suppressed all expressions, and the anxiety in his heart gradually increased. Constantly tumbling, slowly seeping out from the gap.