[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

The debate between Fukuyama Zexia and Nanfang Ren on the topic of "changing history" did not get a satisfactory result.

At this moment, Miss Saki came out to greet the two of them to have dinner.

On the small dining table in front of the two of them was a large bowl of rice and... two small dishes that were almost negligible.

Nan Nanren just wanted to ask one question: "Only... I mean, only rice?"

"Eh?"

"Is there no side dish for dinner?"

"I'm sorry, although our family is the banner, we only have a salary of 150 stone a year."

Fukuyama Zexia took out a bag of mustard from his windbreaker pocket.

"I didn't expect that the mustard that the uncle in the convenience store gave me for dinner would be really useful."

After unpacking, she picked up a pile of mustard greens with one chopstick and put them on the rice, then held the remaining half bag of mustard greens in front of Nanfang Ren.

"Want to eat?"

"Thank you."

Nanfang Ren poured the remaining half bag of mustard greens onto the rice, and took a big bite with the rice——

"Wow, the rice cooked with firewood is really delicious."

Miss Saki looked at him curiously: "Is there a way to cook rice without firewood?"

Fukuyama Zexia almost choked to death on the rice in his mouth.

Rubbing his throat and chest: "Well, water, water!"

Miss Saki brought her a glass of water immediately.

Fukuyama Zexia took the cup and drank it down.

"Ah, saved."

"Ah, Doctor Fukuyama," Ms. Saki looked at Fukuyama Zeka curiously, "Are you wearing Western clothes?"

"Ah, this, um, yes."

Fukuyama Zexia nodded, and was embarrassed to tell Ms. Saki that this dress was not only an imported product from the West, but also a women's trench coat that would not become popular until the next century.

"Ah, it turns out that all foreigners in the West wear clothes like this."

Miss Saki seemed to be convinced.

Fukuyama Zexia and Nanfang Ren looked at each other, the other was still wearing a man's kimono that was dug out from someone else's house last night.

The two of them began to eat their food in silence.

After staying in Africa for so many years, when I go back to China, I can at most eat instant bento sold in convenience stores. The opportunity to eat such authentic wood-fired rice is absolutely unique.

But to exchange the opportunity to eat this rice with traveling to the cheating era at the end of the Bakumura... No matter how I think about it, I think it is too uneconomical.

Just as Fukuyama and Nanfang were half eating the rice, the mother of Tachibana Kyoutaro opened the paper door.

"Kyotaro has woken up."

"Oh."

Fukuyama Zexia raised his eyebrows and decided to re-estimate the physical fitness of the ancient Japanese.

Nanfang Ren had already put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and Fukuyama Zexia followed closely behind - when he left, he did not forget to take the medicine box with him.

She has gotten used to the practice of carrying a medicine box with her. Sometimes if you don’t pay attention, those patients who don’t understand medicine at all will steal the medicine box, hoping to find medicines to save their relatives or friends from inside, but many times , not prescribing the right medicine, or even giving half of the medicine he got to the other party, will only lead to regrettable results.

When Fukuyama Zexia was in Africa, he saw that someone gave half of his medicine to others, and both of them died in the end.

If the medicine can only save fifty people, but if there are one hundred people to be saved, then you can only save fifty people, and the practice of dividing the medicine equally is exasperating and sad.

If only there was enough medicine.

No matter what the situation, medicine is always not enough.

This desperate tragedy——

Fukuyama Zexia sat down on his knees and listened to Nanfang Ren and the mother of the Tachibana family discussing about medical expenses. Although such a small amount of money is useless, is it really okay for Nanfang you to refuse so easily?

As a result, you can see that not only the problem of the two of us not having a place to live was exposed, but even the identity of the two of us could not be made up ahhhhhhhh...

Fukuyama Zexia only felt a terrible headache, so he took a deep breath and started to make up: "Sorry, I really can't tell you the identities of Nanfang and I. When we left home, the elders in the family said, If the two of us leave here, let us never come back."

Nanfang looked at Fukuyama Zexia, who was seriously making up things, with shocked eyes.The three members of the Ju family interpreted his look as "Why did you say this!".

"I'm really sorry, the two of us are leaving now, for the interruption."

Then Fukuyama Zexia pulled the confused Nanfang Ren and left Tachibana's house.

After walking to the street, Fukuyama Zexia walked with Nanfang Ren in the forest that appeared last night according to his memory.

"Nanfang, do you remember how you got here?"

Nanfang Ren briefly shared with Fukuyama Zexia what happened before his time travel.

Yesterday—the modern day yesterday, he performed a craniotomy on a patient brought by an ambulance, and when he was about to clear up the edema, he found a baby-like deformed tissue in the brain of the other person.

Regarding Nanfang Ren's discovery, Fukuyama Zexia couldn't help admiring: "Oh, this is really amazing."

The two walked towards the forest from last night.

Nanfang Ren's narration continued.

Then the patient he operated on disappeared suddenly, and he was found carrying the baby's tissue in formalin and a bag—the orange bag next to Nan Nan Ren—and was about to flee.

When Nanfangren was arguing with the other party, Mr. Formalin and Bao fell down the stairs with the southerner. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he had come to such an era.

Fukuyama Zexia's explanation is much simpler: "When I was walking downhill near my home, I fell down holding the medicine box, and then--"

"So, in other words, did the two of us come to the same place through different methods?"

After Fukuyama Zexia thought for a while, he thought of a hypothetical possibility.

"Could it be that there were multiple space-time jumps at that moment?"

"Hmm...time-space jump?"

"I'm not very good at physics, and—"

Fukuyama Zexia touched his mobile phone from the windbreaker, and there was also a spare solar-charged mobile power supply by the way.

But it's better to come out where no one else is.

"It would be great if there were reliable information."

Fukuyama Zexia sighed.

In fact, she also knows that even if she has reliable information, she is not a scholar who specializes in this area, and it is impossible to have reliable research institutions and sufficient scientific and technological support in this era. effect.

Nanfang Ren suddenly thought: "Isn't it just a matter of finding Mr. Formalin?"

Although Fukuyama Zexia did not report too much expectation, the temptation to stay in this time and space to change history is far less than the temptation to return to modern times.

Inside the wallet in her pants pocket was a picture of the smiling African patients she treated.

This smile... For this kind of smile, she will go all over the place, bowing her head to those rich and powerful people to seek sponsorship of money and medicine.

"Go look for it."

The two came to the slope of the forest. Fukuyama Zexia took out the mobile phone from his pocket and found that it was not only "outside the circle" with no signal at all. He tried the phone number, but none of them could get through.

And what's more serious is that the battery of the mobile phone is only 60.00% left.

Fukuyama Zexia took out the power bank and SB cable from his pocket, put the power bank under the sun and started charging.

"Doctor Fukuyama, you actually brought this!"

Nanfang Ren was overjoyed when he saw the power bank and mobile phone in Fukuyama Zexia's hands.

"Don't be too happy. Although I brought a mobile phone, it is completely outside the circle, and I can't get through any of the calls. Now it can only be used as a file storage."

"Documents..."

Nanfang Ren looked at Fukuyama Zexia, and the latter replied without blinking: "The Internet is a good thing. I downloaded a lot of useful information illegally. I planned to pass the time...Damn it, why didn't I download it?" A modern history of Japan."

Now is not the time for Nanfang Ren to worry about Fukuyama Zexia's illegal downloading of things. Even if he wants to accuse her, such accusations are meaningless in this country where copyright protection laws have not yet appeared.

Fukuyama Zexia looked at the files stored on his mobile phone and turned off the phone.

"In the future, if you want to change history, this thing will be very important."

It is better to copy all the information on the mobile phone than the power bank that does not know when it will break.

But how to copy it down is a problem.

Just as Fukuyama Zexia was sitting on the ground, he began to browse the files on his mobile phone, picked out one of them and read it.

But Nanfang Ren was on the edge of the slope, looked down, and thought in his heart: "It is said that I jumped, maybe I can go back."

At this moment, a samurai wearing a samurai sword suddenly appeared and threw Nanfang Ren to the ground.

The two had a dispute about why Nanfang Ren wanted to die, but Fukuyama Zexia immediately put the mobile phone and power bank back in his pocket, and walked over quickly.

"Sorry, this guy is so homesick that he can't think about it for a while."

Fukuyama Zexia pulled Nanfang Ren and tightly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Really, don't be so overwhelmed."

The samurai who looked a bit downcast gave one last word of advice, and then Fukuyama Zexia nodded with a smile, and asked casually, "I don't know your name yet?"

"I'm Ryoma Sakamoto."

The other party announced his name carelessly.

Fukuyama Zexia could feel that the body of Nanfang Ren who was being held by him froze, and Fukuyama Zexia's own situation was not much better.

Oh, I didn't expect to see a legendary historical celebrity.

【Qianlue, Mother of Heaven, I met your favorite historical figure Sakamoto Ryoma. ] Such a sentence suddenly appeared in Fukuyama Zexia's mind in a funny way.

Fukuyama Zexia didn't think of saying anything, but just repeated the other party's name: "Ah, it's Mr. Sakamoto Ryoma..." To delay thinking time for himself.

Sakamoto Ryoma, who had no idea that he would become a well-known historical figure in future generations, wanted to say something to Fukuyama Zeka, when a few people dressed like samurai shouted in the distance: "Hey, come here quickly. Don't be careless Just leave the team, it's easy to get lost."

After Sakamoto Ryoma responded, he said goodbye to the two and left.

After Nanfang Ren got rid of Fukuyama Zexia's mouth-covering attack, he looked at her with shocked eyes.

"I didn't expect to see Sakamoto Ryoma."

"South, if you are worried about changing history, jump off here and commit suicide now. Because your existence in this world is equivalent to changing history."

Fukuyama Zexia used a theory of parallel time and space that he had heard to convince Nanfang Ren.

"History diverges because of a person's different choices. In other words, this is how the theory of multiple parallel time and space came about."

"The moment we came to this world, it was equivalent to establishing a new branch in the normal time and space process. Now, we can't go back."

Fukuyama Zexia did not tell Nanfang Ren the theory of "self-healing of time and space". The above theory alone is enough to make him think more.

"As a doctor, you have to cure diseases and save people. When you save people, do you care about the boring question of 'If I save him, how many people's fate will be changed?'?"

After speaking this question out, Fukuyama Zexia walked down the mountain side by side with Nanfang Ren.

Looking at the low-rise bungalows and streets in the Edo period, Jin Nanfang whispered to Fukuyama Zexia: "I know what you said, Fukuyama, is very reasonable, but I still need time to think about it."

"You think about your things, and I have my own things to do."

Fukuyama Zexia listed countless plans in her heart, and she was going to make a good sponsorship to get more money for herself.

"Fukuyama, don't go too far..."

Before Nanfang Ren finished speaking, the people nearby had already surrounded the two of them.

They asked the two of them various questions,

"Is this a new hairstyle?"

Zexia Fukuyama is happy from the bottom of her heart that she has only kept hair as short as boys since she was 14 years old for the convenience of washing her hair and saving time.

"Are you wearing Western clothes? Westerners always wear clothes like this?"

This kind of question is really overwhelming.

The two could only try their best to get rid of the crowd and almost fled in despair.

When being dragged by the enthusiastic dim sum shop girl to buy dim sum, Fukuyama Zexia could only pull out Nanan Ren who didn't know how to refuse this way of inviting customers with a serious attitude.

The two were walking down the street, not knowing which step to take next, when they saw that Sakamoto Ryoma again.

Fukuyama Zexia immediately thought of Sakamoto Ryoma, who was able to win the first merchant ship claim case in Japanese history. The trading company established by this gentleman later passed the law with a bunch of worthless things to claim (fish) compensation from a certain domain. (was) A large sum of money came back.

This gentleman is definitely a person who makes money and has a good way.

Although he is more famous in several other ways.

At this moment, there was a commotion from the crowd in the distance.

Watching this matter is really an enduring pleasure for the people from ancient times to the present.

"I heard that he was kicked in the head by a horse."

The whispering bystanders told the two doctors who rushed over.

It's not something the two of them can do to see death.

Rescue is rescue, and medical expenses and other issues are things that should be considered later.

When the two of them arrived, a young man who claimed to be a "doctor" was already observing the wound.

The patient who was kicked by a horse and injured her head was a middle-aged woman.

"With so much blood, according to my experience, I can't live."

This young man speaks about the medical condition of this age.But for the two doctors who come from the future and have modern western medicine technology, this is by no means a problem that must die.

Nanfang Ren immediately ran over and took over the work of observing the injury: "The branch of STA (superficial lateral head artery) is broken."

Fukuyama Zexia yelled at the people around him: "She must be carried to a place where the wound can be treated immediately, can anyone help?!"

"Move? Move to where?"

"It's not good to get the storefront dirty."

"It's very unlucky."

"Get out, get out!"

At this moment, a man came over carrying the door panel. He was Ryoma Sakamoto.

"Doctor, is there a place over there?"

Fukuyama Zexia nodded immediately: "Okay, please." Then she shouted to Nanfang Ren who was still kneeling on the ground, "Nanfang, let's go."

A few people helped lift the woman up to the door. Zexia Fukuyama, who had seen a stretcher simpler than this in Africa, was not picky. When they came to a relatively wide hall in a certain shop, she immediately knelt down. Going down, he took out gauze and alcohol from the medicine box he carried with him.

"I brought local anesthetics and medical sewing thread, but in terms of other surgical tools, I didn't bring all of you in the south."

"Ah, did you even bring amoxicillin?! And glucose..."

Looking at the medicines in Fukuyama Zexia's medicine cabinet, Nanfang Ren had to admire her preparations.

"Don't be stupid." Fukuyama Zexia yelled at him, "How much do you think I can bring, this little thing will be gone when it's used up. Do you still want to make yourself? Save as much as you can."

After the operation on the samurai named Tachibana Kyoutaro, he did not receive the treatment of amoxicillin.

"Besides, it's a powder injection. If you use it now, it can be used as a fart. Let's talk about it after the operation."

Fukuyama Zexia drove Nanfang Ren aside.

"You can perform two craniotomy operations in a row, how can you continue to perform this operation in this situation? Let me take a rest while resting."

Nanfang Ren immediately turned to look at Ryoma Sakamoto next to him. He didn't care whether the other party was a legendary historical celebrity, and said to him directly: "The tools used for the surgery are in the banner of Yushima Tree Valley - the Tachibana House."

"Hands, surgery means..."

"Tools that can cure him."

Fukuyama Zexia took off the windbreaker, washed his hands, put on the last set of spare surgical gowns from the medicine box, put on disposable surgical gloves, and said, "Start disinfection now."

"Please, Tosa."

Nanfang Ren took out the contents of the medicine box one by one.

He looked at all kinds of medicines neatly arranged in different categories, as well as various common tools for first aid, and admired Fukuyama Zexia's complete preparations from the bottom of his heart.

As for the question of whether the patient has money—

"Who cares if you have money or not! If you die now, you will die. After you are cured, return the money to me in installments."

Although this kind of installment, I don't know how long it will take.

When Fukuyama Zexia cursed at the patient, he had already injected the local anesthetic into the patient swiftly.

"She is so lucky that she can even use lidocaine (anesthetic)."

Fukuyama Zexia looked at the patient's condition and picked up the needle and thread for suturing.

Fukuyama Zexia looked at the patient and murmured, "Don't cause inflammation, ma'am."

I don't have that much amoxicillin and glucose for you.

After quickly suturing the wound and dealing with the last problem, Fukuyama Zexia heaved a sigh of relief.

"problem solved."

It is twice as fast as the normal sewing speed, and the sewing is fast and good.

"I have a lot of opportunities to exercise in this area."

Fukuyama Zexia checked his medicine box again, washed the surgical instruments in boiling hot water, wiped them dry with gauze, and put them back to their original places.

"Please, may I ask, which school of orchid doctors are you two?" asked the young doctor who stood up before, "I have never seen such a technique."

"JhHpkiiverit"

What Fukuyama Zexia reported was the name of the university where the medical school he studied in the past was located. This name confused the young doctor, and Nanfang Ren couldn't help coughing.

He didn't expect Fukuyama Zexia to have studied at the number one medical school in the United States all the year round.

Although when I first entered the hospital, I heard that Fukuyama Zexia had such a cold and arrogant personality, not only because her medical skills were exquisite enough, but also because her academic qualifications could make the dean admired by others outside. .

American medical schools are among the most difficult in the world, and she can even graduate early...

Nanfang Ren felt sincere admiration for this maverick friend from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, Ms. Saki, who was drenched all over while holding the package, came running out of breath.

"Ah, Miss Saki, you are late."

"Ah?! Could it be—"

"No, no, no," Fukuyama Zexia shook his head, "I've already had the surgery. How should I put it, the situation is much better than expected, so don't worry."

"That's fine."

There is no complaint at all, but I am sincerely happy for the patients.

"It's really a kind-hearted Miss Wu family."

After Fukuyama Zexia spoke in admiration, he couldn't help but see the blushing cheeks of the little girl.

She looked at Nanfang Ren, who looked at Fukuyama Zexia, and pointed at his hair.

The corner of Fukuyama Zexia's mouth twitched.

Holy crap, could it be that she was seen as a man?

Although there is nothing wrong with her looking like her father, and her height of 1.7 meters is enough to be proud of most Japanese men of the same generation, but she is really treated as a man...

How come there is such a sense of failure as a woman.