As a veteran employee in the quick transmigration world, An Jingzhi's mission is to change the lives of those whose lives were ruined by scumbags.
Note: Not saving the scumbags!
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Lin Tai suddenly opened his eyes, still a little frightened, and the bloody mouth that had just appeared in front of him flashed in his mind.
He could even hear the sound of his bones being chewed and feel the pain.
The old man in military uniform quickly walked to Lin Tai's side.
"How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
After taking a few breaths, Lin Tai said, "Commander, there's nothing wrong. I just feel very tired."
Ma Jiquan took the initiative to explain: "This is all normal. Although your bodies are not moving in there, your brains are constantly active. This is a life-or-death situation. It's okay, just rest for a while."
Lin Tai asked in surprise, "Is this really a virtual world? I can still remember the feeling of being devoured by a monster."
"Of course it's a virtual world, otherwise, can you still stand here safely and ask me?" If it weren't for someone like Lin Tai, no one would be able to bear the feeling of being swallowed up. Ma Jiquan thought that after the evaluation, he still had to activate the brain protection mechanism.
Next, the soldiers inside were eliminated one by one, and each person was taken for a series of questioning and record keeping.
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An's private kitchen.
“Why does this dish taste different?”
“Not only does the taste change, the rules have changed too.”
"The menu is out? I remember there was no menu before."
"You might not know this, but for the past few months, the shop was run by the boss's grandson, but before that, the boss himself ran it. Now that he's better, he's back to run the shop."
There were quite a few customers during the opening days. Although it was not as lively as when An Jingzhi opened the restaurant, it was still very popular.
"The taste has changed a bit, but it's still delicious. I'd be even happier if the boss came back to open it."
"Old An's cooking skills have improved. This pickled Chinese cabbage is sour and crispy, and quite refreshing."
"Hahahaha, I've asked around. After Old An recovered from his illness, he became an apprentice. I heard that his ancestor was a royal chef, and now he cooks for the leaders."
"Then we can be said to have experienced the treatment of the ancient emperors."
These people only knew that An Changyou was sick and hospitalized and could not be cured, but they didn't know what the specific illness was.
There were not enough seats in the restaurant, so several tables of customers had to sit at shared tables.
“Although the taste is not comparable to before, I feel that it is not much different from that of a high-end restaurant.”
In the kitchen, An Jingzhi hired several kitchen helpers for An Changyou, and he was mainly responsible for cooking.
At An Jingzhi's strong request, he could only open for dinner a day, otherwise the old man would not be able to handle it given his physical condition.
Listening to the discussion of the guests outside, An Changyou felt like he was injected with a dose of adrenaline, and he became more and more excited.
…
With the help of the country, in just two years, An's Private Kitchen has become a national chain of private restaurants.
Due to health reasons, An Changyou gradually cooked less and less himself.
But he is happy to teach his apprentices. Most of the chefs of An's private dishes in various places came from him, and a small number were hired from outside with high salaries.
In the past two years, Du Ruo has been continuously developing special cancer drugs.
The pills used to save An Changyou were made of a lot of precious materials. If they were really to be sold, probably only the rich could afford them. For ordinary people, it would be a sky-high price.
Taking advantage of the time acceleration of holographic projection, Du Ruo spent two years in the real world, which was equivalent to ten years in the holographic projection world, and finally found a substitute for the medicinal material of the cancer drug.
In an ordinary residential area.
"Grandpa, it's my turn after you finish watching the news broadcast. I want to watch cartoons."
The old man said, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you after I finish watching the news broadcast. I don't know how your grandma is doing in the hospital."
"Grandpa, it's already 7:30, why hasn't the news broadcast finished yet?" The little grandson rolled on the ground, trying to grab the remote control, but the old man's face became more solemn.
"Stop making noise!" After the old man scolded him harshly, the little grandson lay on the ground in a daze, not daring to cry anymore.
The news broadcast usually lasts for 30 minutes. If it exceeds 30 minutes, it means that something big has happened.
If it were something else, the old man wouldn't be so nervous, but what was being reported was a special medicine for cancer.
The old man stared intently at the director's camera in the news broadcast as it turned to a certain place.
The news anchor was interviewing an old man with white hair and beard.
"Yes, the cancer-specific drug has already undergone clinical trials..."
"Although the price is a bit high, ordinary people can afford it..."
The old man stared blankly at the scene on TV.
Cancer conquered?
Can cancer be cured by taking medicine?
Even if cancer is in the late stage, can taking three effective drugs save the patient?
"grandfather?"
The little grandson stood beside the old man's knees, looking carefully at the old man who was trembling with excitement.
The old man didn't have time to care about him. He immediately stood up, hailed a taxi downstairs, and hurried to a hospital.
At this time, the hospital was filled with laughter and joy.
"When will our hospital approve it?"
"Mr. Du Ruo is truly a compassionate Bodhisattva!"
"Yeah! It's on the news, so it must be true! All the cancer patients in the hospital have been saved!"
"This medicine is not cheap, and Mr. Du doesn't make a cent. All the money he earns will be invested in the research and development of new drugs."
When the old man came to a ward with a stick, he saw another kind-looking old lady lying on the bed, looking at him tenderly.
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