MTL - After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain-Chapter 163 163

163 / Fanwai - Time‌ (Part 1)

Because Tang Xun'an unexpectedly resurrected from the dead, the memorial service was not held successfully.

But the organizers were very happy.

It stands to reason that Lu Yan's social relationship is relatively simple. The guests invited for Tang Xun'an's funeral and wedding are actually similar, and the wedding can be held directly. However, the site of the memorial service is more serious, and in the end, it can only be abandoned.

However, Tang Xun'an and Lu Yan lived together. Yu Zhizhi's custody was also returned to Qiao Yu.

That huge silver moon has become a hot topic of discussion recently.

Most people don't understand why, after all, the appearance and disappearance of pollution diseases are unreasonable, and they can only sigh a miracle. March 17, when the moon appeared, was designated as the "Apocalypse Day", and the world would have a three-day holiday simultaneously.

But there are still people who have deduced something from the Black Dragon Chasing the Moon.

Ji Wen came to prepare a wreath for Tang Xun'an, but now the wreath is not needed, so he has to carry the flower basket on the road.

Halfway through, I didn't feel quite right, so I turned around again and brought Xiao Bing with me.

Ji Wen specially instructed: "Remember to wash the tail clean."

Xiao Bing replied sternly: "Comrade Lu Yan has not pinched my tail for a long time. We are innocent colleagues!"

Ji Wen felt that this was impossible. Regardless of whether Lu Yan cared or not, they should still do things well.

He knocked on Lu Yan's door.

After a while, Tang Xun'an opened the door: "Ji Suo, what's the matter?"

Ji Wen was speechless and asked, "Where's Mr. Lu?"

Tang Xun settled down: "I haven't woken up yet."

For some reason, Tang Xun's face was expressionless, but Ji Wen still felt an inexplicable pride from it.

Lu Yan was indeed sleeping. However, he slept lightly, and when Tang Xun'an moved away from him, Lu Yan woke up.

His body was sore and swollen, but it wasn't uncomfortable, but the support below was too wide, and he always felt that Tang Xun'an was still there.

When Lu Yan changed his clothes and came to the living room, the tea was already brewed.

Xiao Bing stood up from the sofa, his expression full of joy: "Mr. Listen!"

Lu Yan nodded slightly and sat down opposite them.

Ji Wen crossed his hands and thought about a lot of beginnings, but when he saw Lu Yan's calm expression, he felt that the routines were a bit redundant.

"Is that moon you?" he asked.

Lu Yan thought for a while and replied, "Yes."

He doesn't like to be loud, but he's also not humble either.

Although I had expected it in my heart, I guessed that it was different from Lu Yan's personal affirmation.

Ji Wen's hands trembled, Xiao Bing's eyes widened.

Ji Wen: "Then... do you want to be on the news? The news network is also fine."

Lu Yan: "No."

In the end, Ji Wen and Researcher C walked away with a dreamy look on their faces.

After a period of time, the Tianqi Forum updated the announcement.

[Good News] Warmly celebrate the completion of the [S-level mission - Silver Moon Project], and thanks for the contribution to the prevention and control of pollution diseases in the world.

——The Headquarters of the Pollution Disease Prevention and Control Center · Propaganda

Tianqi Forum masses: ? ? ?

Subject: Has anyone discussed, the latest announcement

Landlord: ...is that what I meant? Silvermoon plan? ? Silver Moon! ! It's the silver moon! !

1st floor: I don't know where to start with a thousand words. Thank you, Emperor Di.

2nd Floor: Can this be summed up in one imperial character? Thank you goddess.

3rd Floor: How to do it. Teach me, teach me.

4th Floor (Is there 1): It's only been a few months since I haven't seen her. Has my husband become something I can't stand up to... [This account has been warned by the administrator]

5th Floor: Yes, there is no other moon that is silver.

6th Floor: Truth - listen - are you watching? I! Love! you! This is my contact information*****! [This account has been banned by the administrator]

...

Floor 234: Thank you, God, for coming down to earth. Speaking of which, what is listening to in reality?

Many of the Special Operations apocalypse are on the verge of losing their jobs because of the recent sharp drop in the number of pollution diseases around the world.

Fortunately, most of them have earned several lifetime wages while working, so they are not particularly panic.

It's like a dream come true when the goal of life's struggle is completed.

The prevention and treatment center recently established a new organization called the Laid-off Apocalypse Training and Reemployment Center.

Although it sounds miserable, in fact, it is the Apocalypse who chooses the profession they want to pursue, and then the prevention and treatment center assists in completing it. Many dreams still spend a lot of money, so this department is also called the "Apocalypse Dream Center".

Like Michael.

After knowing that his fans were fake, he needed CPR for a moment.

Fortunately, the liaison officer immediately took out a thick career planning book and planned Michael's online celebrity career for the next two years.

He finally got his wish and became a real internet celebrity. It became popular all over the Internet overnight, and I heard that the headquarters spent 30 million on marketing.

Michael broadcasts a live broadcast at 8 o'clock every day, telling about his days of fighting against pollution, and he has recently published an autobiography.

As a friend for many years, Tang Xun'an will naturally support Michael's live broadcast career.

I just don't know why, as soon as I turn on the tablet at home, the live broadcast platform automatically logs in to the account.

Tang Xun'an opened it and saw that this account was also called "Supreme VIP", with 20 million krypton in the past 30 years, and all the attention targets were beautiful anchors who danced spicy dances.

He was slightly puzzled, and accidentally slid into the live broadcast room he was following.

Inside the tablet, the sweet voice of a beauty came: "Welcome Xiaotian brother to the live broadcast room~~ Brother, you finally come to see me?"

Xiaotian guiltily picked up the dog leash, ready to go out and sneak away on his own.

It did tell Tang Xun'an that it wanted to spend some money online, but it didn't say how to spend it.

And Tang Xun'an obviously didn't have the habit of checking accounts.

Earn too much to check.

The account "Xiaotian" has funded many out-of-school anchors to return to school, and was returned to the workplace by domestic violence housewives. On the Internet, he is not only a stupid and rich big brother, but also a famous angel investor.

It never associates with female anchors privately, and many people suspect that "Xiaotian" is impotent. But there are also many anchors who thank it for changing their lives before quitting the network.

Tang Xun'an flipped through the pages, but didn't particularly care.

the other side.

Lu Yan was in the hospital, when he suddenly heard a sneer from the system: [Ah, man. Yesterday, I used a box of condoms, and today I am still in the mood to watch the beauty live broadcast. ]

[But there is one thing to say, my sister is really good-looking. ]

After life returned to normal, Lu Yan returned to the familiar hospital. One day shift every three to five.

In the lobby of the hospital, a new outpatient staff list has been hung up. Lu Yan's headshot is in the first row.

He is now not only the youngest department director in the hospital, but also an expert number of 400 yuan. It can be fried up to ‌3000 in the hands of scalpers.

Because of Lu Yan's unique identity, most of the patients who came to him were carefully selected.

Lu Yan looked at the test report in his hand with a slightly puzzled expression.

On the opposite side, the patient's expression suddenly became extremely nervous: "Doctor, am I helpless?"

This patient was once an apocalypse.

Although the disease has been controlled because of the arrival of the silver moon, its own distortion has not improved.

Most of the Apocalypse's distortion directions are ugly.

Apocalypse who have good-looking wings and conform to public aesthetics like Michael are only a few.

Therefore, in order to better integrate into society, many apocalypse people spare no expense to cure pollution diseases.

The middle-aged man in front of Lu Yan was one of them.

The direction of his lesions was a turtle, not only was his face somewhat distorted, but he also had a heavy shell on his back.

It was fine before, after all, he only needed to complete the task and remove the pollution. But he recently applied for a game planner, and because the shell is too big, he has injured three colleagues in a row.

The middle-aged man originally wanted to resign, but the boss refused to let him die, saying that he had a shell and was still an apocalypse. Recently, the "Caring for the Reemployment of Laid-off Special Action Department's Employees" has attracted much attention. If there is a problem with the game, the planner can be blamed.

Lu Yan came back to his senses: "Yes."

"Great doctor, when are we going to have surgery?"

Lu Yan: "If you are in a hurry, you can do it now."

The system roared: [Tang Xun'an - watching the female anchor! ! He is not virtuous! ]

Lu Yan rubbed his temples: "Don't fan the flames."

The system knows it, and so does he.

He even knew that Tang Xun'an clicked in and watched it for 14 seconds. And Xiao Tian swore to Tian that he would never use Tang Xun'an's ID card for real-name verification online.

In order to assist Lu Yan in the operation, the hospital has equipped him with a special duty team, who is always on call 24 hours a day.

This shell was a bit hard to get, and it took Lu Yan six hours to get out of the operating room.

After transformation, this Apocalypse will grow a new shell, but not in the form of a turtle shell, which is much more convenient than the original.

The dean rushed in with a pennant in his hand: "Director Lu! The patient who was discharged from the hospital last time gave a pennant! Where do you want to hang it for you?"

Although Lu Yan has only performed less than ten surgeries since he started his business. But he has already received hundreds of pennants.

In many cases, the hospital can receive a dozen or so a day, and the 80-square-meter wall of the consultation room is already covered with red flags.

Lu Yan glanced at it, and this time the pennant said "God loves the world" and signed "Patients with pollution in the five districts who do not want to be named."

Somewhat ridiculous.

Lu Yan's daily life happens to be in an area that is respected by others, but will not be interpreted with excessive attention.

He likes this kind of life.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lu Yan finished the operation, took off his white coat, and was ready to go home.

He was changing clothes here when suddenly there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside the window.

Lu Yan was taken aback, opened the window, and jumped directly from the fifth floor.

He fell lightly to the ground and smelled a strong smell of blood.

[Good guy, a puppy dog ​​dragon fell from the sky? ]

Lu Yan looked into the bushes.

Twenty-nine-year-old Tang Xun'an fell to the ground and fell unconscious. He was covered in tragic, post-battle scars.

There were wounds all over his body, and a few sharp thorns almost pierced through Tang Xun'an's heart.

Lu Yan stepped forward, picked him up, turned and walked towards the operating room.

Tang Xun'an opened his eyes slightly, his golden eyes filled with confusion.

He opened his mouth, and the contaminated, black-red blood flowed out, wetting Lu Yan's shirt.

Lu Yan heard his muttering: "Lu, Lu Yan..."

"I am here."

He grabbed Lu Yan's hand and repeated it again and again, "I really want to see you...for ten years, Lu Yan...I love you..."

Tang Xun'an was still performing his mission and was seriously injured. With the last of his strength, he moved from the past to the present.

He felt that he was going to die, and he probably couldn't wait for the future with Lu Yan. So I just want to take advantage of now and finish what I want to say.

The puppy doesn't care about words like licking the dog at all. The puppy has always held its head high and is a generous lover. *

Lu Yan: "No."

System: [...Don't say it, I know, you are hard again. ]