[Comprehensive British and American] Acacia Ancestor Transformation System

16.

Yu Chunchang is a lunatic.

Brushing his teeth, Strange looked at himself in the mirror.And fell in love with the strange iris disease, facing the unobvious light in the morning, the colors in his pupils were strange.

The blue and black at the moment are also very obvious.It's just that the beard is well trimmed, the flesh has grown back a lot, and the hair is also neat.

He exhaled, bared his teeth, and promised himself, probably not much less.Stupid, crazy.

After spitting out his mouthful of foam, Strange took a towel and wiped his mouth.With half of his face covered by a towel, he looked sideways at the oval pea-blue porcelain box on the sink.

Raising his hand, the mottled post-operative scars are shallow, and if you don't look carefully from a distance, you will not find that his hand has undergone surgery recently.He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and found the photo he had taken of his hand before.Putting them together, in fact, you don't need to compare, you can clearly see the effect yourself.

Because in a short period of time, [-]% of the scars have shed.

Putting the phone back, he lifted the lid of the box and picked out a spoonful.According to this effect, in about three days, the scars on my hands will completely disappear.Put the light beige paste with a faint bitter fragrance in the palm of your hand, and when the creamy paste turns into a slightly transparent mist, rub your hands together to spread it evenly.

After wiping, Strange looked at his hands, they had really become very... white, tender and soft.It's a 'side effect', he's sure.

Another 'side effect' is the aroma.I apply it six times a day, and the fragrance of the paste itself is long-lasting. I have been soaking in this smell for almost a month.

Not too masculine taste.

Strange thinks that this thing named 'Huiyuan Cream' is a box of scar-removing functional hand cream with complex ingredients, three-none but long-lasting fragrance and extraordinary effect.

Referred to as 'removing scar cream'.

He guessed that if this hand cream is released on a large scale, probably... the supply will exceed the demand.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to go out.I have been working in the current company for more than four months, the salary is good, and his classmates have not treated him badly.The reputation he had accumulated in the past, and the solid foundation he exposed from time to time also gradually convinced him.

It's just that this is the feeling that gradually came to him after he neurotically accepted Yu Chunchang's conditions.

In the first month, even if no one underestimated him, even if he was not in the original circle, the degree of intersection was very high.So no matter how much he told himself not to care, focus on the present life.Just because he went crazy after less than a month and a half, found Yu Chunchang when he turned around, and accepted his conditions almost without thinking, he knew how desperate he was.

It can only be said that fortunately, Yu Chunchang did not make any request in his imagination...

Thinking of the incomprehensible mental preparations he had made... I don't know how many times Strange felt that his brain had been damaged. He suppressed the strong shame and put on his clothes.He patted the neckline and tidied it up.Walking out of the bathroom, there is also a box next to the bed.

When Yu Chunchang learned that he agreed, he just laughed and never mentioned the treatment.I was embarrassed and angry, and after getting angry, I left.Although he felt that Yu Chunchang was playing with himself, he didn't have the face to ask him.

What's more, he is now quite similar to a nine-to-five office worker, with a numb work and life schedule.

One and a half months later, he suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar number.The content is to ask myself to go to Yu Chunchang to get the prepared things.I guessed it was Yu Chunchang, so like the previous number, I was blacklisted and didn't reply.

Three days later, another text message asked for my address, it was still Yu Chunchang, still blocked.

Three days later, the courier arrived at the door of the company, **.

Inside is 'scar cream'.The attached note explains the usage, and after adding one sentence, you are ready to receive the next round of treatment.Other than that, nothing more.He didn't say what was good, nor what the next round of treatment would be.I didn't ask myself why I disappeared, I didn't ask myself why I blocked him, and I didn't ask anything else.

Strange, who threw things into the trash can, ran back to the company after get off work, narrowly saving the 'garbage' that was almost taken away by the cleaning lady.

Three days later, another identical courier arrived at the company.

Once every three days, he received a total of five boxes.The mood went from ridiculous and angry at the beginning, to speechless later, to complicated later, and finally became... moved.

The night he received the fifth box, he opened the beautiful, extravagant china box.After two days, the results are excellent.

Strange felt extremely complicated.At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep, found out the person who had been blacklisted, and sent a message that he had already received it.

Did not receive the sixth box the next day.Another subtle feeling.

The scar is almost healed.Five boxes, full count, used up a box and a half.

As for the so-called next round of treatment...

Strange suddenly smiled. All the miracles in this world are actually man-made. Gods will not grant miracles, and neither will devils.In other words, miracles are 'fake'.

His newly rented apartment is in the fringe area of ​​Brooklyn, a little far from the company in Manhattan, but the public transportation is very convenient.

Standing unsteadily on the subway, Strange opened his bag and glanced at his resignation letter.Beside the milky white envelope was an out-of-place porcelain box, one in the bathroom, one by the bedside, one in the office drawer, and the other was sent to the laboratory. I just received the test sheet last night.

This is in the bag with you.

The results of the test made him very confused, because all of them were plant ingredients.Comparing the ingredients, he looked for the names of the plants, but looking at the flowers and plants, he might not be able to remember all the letters, so he quickly gave up this meaningless move.

Among the hundreds of ingredients, the only chemical agent that he is familiar with is a coagulation effect, and the only herbal ingredient that is familiar to him is a spice.

I don't know because he was afraid that Yu Chunchang's so-called miracle was really just a joke, so he threw himself an exclusive hand cream because he felt sorry.I am still afraid that after the last glimmer of hope is cut off, I will no longer be able to pick up my life again and move forward.

Hope and despair intersected at the same time, which made him superstitiously follow Yu Chunchang's "doctor's order" at the beginning, while procrastinating not to use the most trusted method to test the composition of the ointment, and not to go to the hospital for reexamination and filming.

This illusion accidentally kept me in a very safe mood for a long time, as if I had a hope, and then I had more strength to regain my life.

I stayed up all night with the test sheet last night.Close your eyes for a while, then open them again.Strange looked at himself reflected in the subway window, and the hand that had been casually placed outside and no longer retracted his pocket.

His scar cream can really remove scars, the one in his hand is.

The same is true in the heart.

It just had no effect on healing the nerves in his hand.

Strange looked at himself for a moment, then smiled.

Yu Chunchang forged a miracle for himself, he was saved by Yu Chunchang, no matter the reason, process or result.

So I had to meet him and tell him that I hadn't become trash.

17.

"drop--"

Strange frowned and stood downstairs in the apartment building. He rang the doorbell for the third time, but no one answered the phone he was holding.

"Who—" A hoarse voice that was by no means friendly came from the intercom.

Strange became anxious: "Um, I'm looking for Yu Chunchang, Mr. Yu, I mean, Ms. Yu."

"She doesn't live here anymore!"

His heart went numb, and he supported the wall: "Then, do you know where he is?"

"Moved to the basement floor of the building next door."

"Underground!?" Strange clenched his hands slightly, suppressing his impatience, "Well, thank you for interrupting."

He hurried to the building next door. There were no pagers installed on floors b1 and 2, so he sneaked in while others were entering the building.I hurriedly got on the elevator, only to find that I walked up the elevator, after all, no one would like to live underground.Strange looked anxiously at the elevator climbing up floor by floor.

Swinging his legs, he reached the third floor. Seeing that there were still elevators waiting for floors 4.7.12, he ran out.Go straight down the stairs.

In the bar, I knew that Yu Chunchang had resigned for a long time, and I also heard that he moved to the basement floor.Strange was full of thoughts about whether something happened to Yu Chunchang, and when he got to the place, he walked out but got stuck.

Indeed... it was moved to the basement level.

A whole layer.

Strange licked his lips and looked at the meshed iron door in front of him.Pressing his forehead, he... where did he get the money to rent this entire floor! ?Even if it's the second basement floor, it probably won't be easy.What's more, he is just a cook, at most he can mix a little wine.

Ring the doorbell.

"Who—" Through the door, the voice was vague and equally unfriendly.

"It's me." Strange breathed a sigh of relief, and settled down only after hearing the right sound.

"Who are you?" came a more hostile voice.

Strange paused for a second, and suddenly recalled the person who was full of black air last time he saw him.Yu Chunchang—Are you angry about getting up?

But it's already three o'clock in the afternoon, take a nap?

"Strange."

"..."

"Stephen Strange, the doctor."

"...Get in here."

Strange looked at the open door, touched his nose, and took a deep breath.

Upon being welcomed through the door, Strange knew he was definitely not taking a nap.Whoever opens the door in the afternoon will hold a blanket, and the lights are not turned on at home.

I clearly remember the last time I went to his house, the atmosphere was still clean and cute.At this moment, there is an extremely cool air current, some strange, but not unpleasant smells, mixed with the dark environment, and those things that seem to be reflecting light in the dark, but they can't see what they are. Strange seemed to have stepped into some mysterious haunted house.

"Hmm—" Yu Chunchang seemed to have kicked something, but he didn't pay attention, and rolled down on the side sofa, with half of his body slumped on the ground and half on the sofa.

He looked even more haggard than himself...

Strange glanced at the person who didn't want to talk to him, and hesitated: "Turn on the light?"

"Open it yourself."

Strange closed the door sideways, it was very cold in here.He fumbled for the switch, and when the room lit up, he was dumbfounded.

The room was roughly divided into two empty rooms, with a thick plastic curtain hanging in the middle, and a huge and eye-catching bar-shaped table was placed in the open space outside, on which a complete set of professional extraction and distillation glassware was placed.

There is also a small table with some glassware on it.

Ventilation ducts jutted across it, silver pipes that snaked through the house like a fat snake and extended to the outside.After walking a few steps inside, he lifted the curtain and went in. The cooking utensils were complete, and there was a tall shelf next to it, with some plants placed on it by category.There are small half-wall cabinets on the side, and the small compartments are very similar to the medicine cabinets in Chinese medicine stores.

Walking out of the back room, he glanced at the only small square outside that looked like a home, where Yu Chunchang was slumped on the sofa.He held his breath for a moment, then swallowed.This place doesn't look like a normal person's home, it looks like a large, simple but not simple laboratory.

"You—" Strange's throat was a little dry, especially when he saw the so familiar pea blue porcelain box on the outside table, his voice became hoarse even more.

"Are you resigning to make drugs?" He really didn't know what to say, and Strange wanted to beat himself to death as soon as the words came out.

"I thought you would wait a few more days to come." Yu Chunchang pulled out his face from the sofa, rubbed his messy hair, picked up his phone from the carpet under the sofa, threw it away with a frown, and muttered that it was turned off unexpectedly up.

"It seems that you used it earlier than I thought." Yu Chunchang raised his eyes and glanced at his hand with a cold expression.

Looking at his expression, Strange moved his hands out unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "I'll do as you said, and it's almost healed."

Yu Chunchang climbed off the sofa, stood in front of Strange, and took his wrist to look at him.The expression seems to be quite satisfied, after all, it has eased up a bit.Then he pinched Strange's fingers and swung them around.

Strange's heart was very blocked, either it was sore or bloated, or it was very bulging.

"You guys—" Looking down at Yu Chunchang's movements, Strange finally spoke.

Yu Chunchang fiddled with his hands: "I'm making medicine for you. The prescription is not easy to come up with. When debugging the prescription, I accidentally found a lot of unexpected spiritual herbs... Er, cough, magical herbs. I asked a lot of connections, and then I'm addicted." Nunu mouthed, and he shrugged, "The tools here are really convenient, and the theory is also interesting, it just happened by accident."

Even though he said that, Strange still didn't feel a little bit of relaxation in his heart, instead... there was an indescribable feeling.Guilt is mixed with surprise and slight emotion.

Patting his hand, Yu Chunchang turned to leave, as if he didn't want to talk to him much.

"Sorry." Strange said hoarsely.

"Ah?" Yu Chunchang turned his head abruptly, doubting his ears.

"I said, I'm sorry." Strange gritted his teeth, then he calmed down and looked at Yu Chunchang: "I was too much before. You are for my own good, I—"

"I—I shouldn't think of you as just a cook, you and Palmer—are my friends."

"You've done a lot for me, but I just can't get myself together. I—"

Yu Chunchang raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands, looked at him, then squinted into his eyes.Strange was a little flustered, but he didn't look away.He said that his eyes were covered with dust and he didn't like it, and now he wants to know if Yu Chunchang still pays this evaluation.

Yu Chunchang laughed violently, and Strange felt relieved.

"You got it - your attitude is so intimidating, there is no reason to want to hate you in the future." Yu Chunchang pressed his head, rubbed his ears, and grinned, "You are just an introduction. , not just for you. Understand?"

"Besides, I'm not your friend. Didn't you agree to be my boyfriend?" Yu Chunchang smiled frivolously, walked up to him, very happy, and hooked his chin meanly.

Strange opened his hand abruptly, pursed his lips, and stared at him, his ears blushing.

Yu Chunchang froze for a moment, cleared his throat, and withdrew his hand inexplicably.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and Strange really wanted to dig himself a hole in the ground to get in. He must check if there is any ingredient in that garbage hand cream that can stimulate the secretion of estrogen!

What the hell are you doing.

"Well, you usually sleep here?" Strange frowned and looked at the only sofa.

"I'm sick, so I sleep here?" Yu Chunchang rolled his eyes, "I rented a room upstairs."

"Go up and sit down, just in time to discuss the next stage of treatment—" Yu Chunchang turned and walked out.

Strange glanced at him, opened his mouth behind his back, and then swallowed his own words, no, I know you're trying to get me out.Pursing his lips, he glanced at Yu Chunchang, his expression softened.

"But let me tell you, don't have too much hope," Yu Chunchang babbled, "If, in fact, there is still a chance. It depends on whether I can get myself out of trouble, just relying on the elixir, cough, the special medicine is not enough. Make sure nothing goes wrong.”

"Tsk, one year later," Yu Chunchang seemed to feel that he was too guilty, "One year later, I promise, I will make you heal!"

The corners of Strange's lips curled up. As a neurosurgeon, he didn't dare to boast that he was the best, but he knew that even though Yu Chunchang seemed to be burdened with many magical abilities, it was absolutely impossible to restore his nerves.

Knowing that Yu Chunchang had put in so much effort and effort, he didn't want to expose him anymore.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing." Strange withdrew his gaze, "I resigned."

"Ah?" Yu Chunchang turned his head, "You complained to me again, I'm not the bartender now."

"But you are my good friend."

"Tsk, good friends don't have this obligation, do they?"

"What about the boyfriend?"

"...Oh, you still use this to block me? Are you afraid that I will tell Dr. Palmer that you are crooked?"

"You go. I'll tell you you broke it."

"..." Yu Chunchang looked back at Strange with a strange expression.

Strange blinked, not looking directly into his face.I pinched my nose and changed the topic: "I have been planning to summarize the cases I have had for so many years and write an article about some of my own findings in recent years."

Yu Chunchang withdrew his gaze: "Well, I don't understand this, you can find Palmer."

Strange pursed his lips, glanced at Yu Chunchang, and then said in a low voice, "Palmer, I haven't apologized yet."

"Hurry up." Yu Chunchang urged.

For some unknown reason, Strange felt bored, blinked his eyes: "Well, I will go."

"Then you resign and do this for the time being?"

"Yeah." Strange curled his mouth, "I want to publish it as soon as possible, maybe I can catch up with the self-recommendation letter for my school."

Yu Chunchang was taken aback: "Are you going to teach?"

"I'm a doctor. I'm going to be a professor. What kind of books do I teach?" Strange raised his chin, "Although it's not clinically available now, but when it comes to theory, I'll put it second, and no one dares to say it first."

Yu Chunchang twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's ok, before it's cured, it's starting to groan."

"Isn't this the courage you gave?"

Yu Chunchang... the spirit is back, and the mouth is back, right?

owed.

"It can't be cured." Yu Chun made a serious face.

"That's fine." Strange smiled.

Yu Chunchang...well...it's a run on.