"Go out for a walk after you've eaten. Everyone's been quite worried about you these past few days."
Sang Ning hummed in agreement, tidied up the room, and then left with Mo Nainai with their plates to meet someone in the entertainment area.
When they arrived, the men and women were playing mahjong in groups of four.
Sanning, "???"
"What's this?"
Sang Ning stared in disbelief.
"Mahjong."
Fimmonloa threw out an 8-wan tile and asked her, "You don't know mahjong?"
"···"
Sang Ning naturally recognized mahjong, but she never imagined that this national treasure of the Chinese nation would still be preserved in this interstellar era nearly ten thousand years after her time.
What happened to the claim that human history has serious gaps in continuity?
The mahjong set is still there, so what's the big deal about a gap?
She said with a somewhat complicated expression, "Human history is almost at a break, so why has mahjong been preserved?"
"!!!"
No one could answer the question; everyone was stumped.
Lampson exclaimed in shock, "Mahjong was invented by the Chinese?"
"Yes, not only mahjong, but also poker, Dou Dizhu, Zha Jin Hua, leaf cards, and Ma Diao cards, are all products of our Chinese nation."
Sang Ning asked in an even more shocked tone, "You don't know the origin of mahjong?"
A group of people shook their heads; how would they know?
Anyway, mahjong and playing cards have existed since they can remember, but I doubt that if you ask the elders in your family, no one will know the origin of mahjong and playing cards.
After all, no one would bother to delve into the history of the entertainment products that appear in our lives.
This is something only professionals do; non-professionals just need to know how to have fun.
There's really no need to know too much else.
However, none of that matters. What matters is—
"Ningning, do you know how to play mahjong?"
Mu Tao said as if she had seen a savior, "If you know how, replace Da Ya Zi. This guy's card playing skills are terrible."
Luo Tianya didn't want to come either, mainly because he didn't want to sit at the same table as Louis; that guy was too infuriating.
So when Mu Tao said his skills were bad, he wasn't angry. Instead, he stood up and said, "Ningning, you come here. I'll step down and give way to a more capable person."
"That's not how you use the word 'abdication'."
Sang Ning complained, but instead of taking Luo Tianya's place, she spread her hands helplessly and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to play mahjong."
I really don't know how.
Mahjong is the only game she can't seem to learn. She gets confused as soon as she sits at the mahjong table. She once carried soil for her senior brother, and she had a "glorious record" of winning every hand she played, only to have no tiles left to win because she played all the tiles she needed to win. She also had a "glorious record" of deliberately giving away points.
Thus, he earned the title of "bad card player".
She glanced at the cards on the table and said, "You guys still have gambling money here. If I, someone who can't play, go on the field, I'm afraid I'll lose all my clothes. You guys play by yourselves."
As she spoke, she pulled Monet and said, "Come on, let them play cards, and we'll go see a movie."
"That's a good option."
Monet plays cards, but she has no interest in it.
It feels like it's too taxing on my brain cells.
Therefore, upon hearing Sang Ning's words, she immediately followed Sang Ning and ran off.
Mu Tao and Luo Tianya shouted for them to go back, but Sang Ning and Mo Nainai ran even faster and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.
Louis scoffed, "Are you coming or not, kid?"
"Who are you calling a little kid?!"
Luo Tianya couldn't stand Louis's provocation. Upon hearing this, he immediately slammed his fist on the table and said fiercely, "Come on then! If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll change my surname to yours."
"Okay, I look forward to you taking my surname!"
Louis remained noncommittal, his words laced with disdain.
Luo Tianya, "..."
Holy crap, so annoying (“?′)=3
I really want to give that bastard Louis a good beating.
However, they couldn't beat him.
So, Luo Tianya could only sit in his seat angrily and start the next round of mahjong, but he vowed in his heart to beat Louis to a pulp.
Sang Ning and Mo Nai Nai had already arrived at the movie room. After some searching, they chose a medical film.
In this world, holographic technology is incredibly advanced. During the movie viewing process, you can choose your perspective for an immersive viewing experience, meaning you can directly enter the film through your mind and become the male or female protagonist, or even a supporting character or extra.
Of course, you can also choose no one and use God's perspective.
Those with weak psychological resilience but strong empathy tend to choose the God's-eye view.
Sang Ning also chose the God's-eye view. Her purpose in watching medical films was not simply to relax, but to learn about the medical technology in this world.
It would have been better if I hadn't looked at it; once I did, my mind went completely blank.
The reason her mind was foggy was simple: she lacked basic medical knowledge of this world, let alone intermediate or advanced levels.
Therefore, all the medical technology in this film is too advanced (fake) and unrealistic for her.
To put it bluntly, I saw it but didn't understand it, and I heard it but still didn't understand it.
"It's so beautiful."
Monet, with tears streaming down her face, exited the protagonist mode and exclaimed, "Thank you to these medical workers for freeing us from the troubles of viral radiation."
Sang Ning remained silent.
She was still feeling frustrated that she couldn't even understand a movie, and wondered if she should take a class to learn the basics of this world's medical technology.
"Ningning, what do you think of this movie?"
After expressing her feelings, Mo Nainai nudged the silent Sang Ning and asked when Sang Ning looked over, "Can your traditional Chinese medicine also achieve this level?"
"They are all techniques for treating and saving lives, there's nothing to compare."
Sang Ning did not want to belittle traditional Chinese medicine, nor did she want to belittle the world's medical skills.
Traditional Chinese medicine has no effective treatment for cancer, while the medical practices of this world treat cancer like a common cold.
However, some diseases that can be cured by traditional Chinese medicine, such as rheumatism and dislocated arms, require the removal of skull fragments to be treated using the medical techniques of this world.
It was quite unbelievable and shocking to her.
Just like when Emmanuel and the others were shocked that she could easily handle problems like dislocations and diarrhea.
"Traditional Chinese medicine has its advantages, and modern medical technology also has its advantages in certain aspects."
Monet nodded, agreeing with the idea. "So, do you think it's good? Shall we watch another one?"
Sang Ning frowned. "I don't know if it's good or not, because I didn't understand any of the medical-related parts of the film."
"Where did I not understand?"
"Did you understand?"
Instead of answering, Sang Ning asked a question. Mo Nainai paused for a moment, then cleared her throat guiltily and said, "I understood the plot, but I didn't understand the medical-related knowledge points."
Sang Ning sighed, "Is the professional knowledge in this film very solid?"
"It's very solid. When this film was being made, top figures in the pharmaceutical industry were overseeing the process."
After a pause, Monet dropped a bombshell, "I forgot to tell you, this film is more of a medical documentary than a movie."
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