My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 154 - 128: A Man Remains a Youth Until His Death

Chapter 154: Chapter 128: A Man Remains a Youth Until His Death

[Report to the driving school tomorrow!!]

After putting down his phone, Meng Lang sighed in relief, realizing that going out indeed required friends’ help; his driving test should be in the bag.

However... a new problem arose.

Can I pass the second subject?

Even if there’s no issue with the second subject, what about the first one?

Knowing how to drive and knowing how to take a test are two different things; even seasoned drivers might not pass the theory test, so practice is still necessary.

One moment, Meng Xiaolang was contemplating how to save the world, and the next moment, he was already thinking about the rules of the road: larger vehicles yield to smaller ones, vehicles turning must give way to vehicles going straight, right-turning vehicles yield to left-turning ones...

Alas! Meng Lang couldn’t help lamenting in his heart.

In this peaceful era, even if you’re in a hurry to save the world, you still have to yield to pedestrians...

Otherwise... shall I ask another brother for help?

He stroked his chin, figuring it’s all up to him anyway, so who brushed up on it doesn’t really matter.

My precious time should not be wasted on the endless sea of meaningless questions; I’d rather spend the time coding more!

After all, what does one exam really count for in the span of a human life?

Inside the rocking bus, sparsely sat about a dozen people.

Seeing no one beside him, Meng Lang took out the latest issue to read.

Chasing Wind Youth

The elegant, flowing italic font was like a flag fluttering in the wind, inexplicably filling one with a sense of vigor and youthful exuberance.

Hmm... at least it’s no longer a horror and suspense genre...

Meng Lang turned the pages of the book with a sense of relief.

[After an uneventful journey, I stepped out of the car door and stood on the bustling train platform.

To the left was the exit, and to the right was also an exit.

I was briefly lost in confusion.

Because from this moment on, the road signs of life were no longer clear, just as chaotic as they appear now.

To walk to the left or to the right, perhaps the outcome would be the same, but the scenery along the way would be entirely different.

It wasn’t until I saw a familiar figure at the exit that I found some solace and emerged from my sense of loss.

In the river of time, across mountains and waters, amidst crowds of people, perhaps I’m just an inconspicuous one in your eyes, buried in the throng.

But I don’t envy you.

You might have everything, but not all at once.

My life may be only one, so I shall live it as a unique spectacle of fireworks!

If I can’t ensure a steady victory, then I’ll venture off the beaten path!

"Please use the most aggressive therapy!"

In the year 2035, after signing the "Informed Consent Form," I calmly made my sole request to become a clinical volunteer.

This move was met with strong opposition from conservative experts like Xiao Yu.

But I was more lucid than the others; if I couldn’t shake off Alzheimer’s, I couldn’t escape the fate that awaited me in eight years.

Any method that delays symptoms and prolongs memory would be fruitless!

Traditional delaying tactics had already been proven ineffectual against the onslaught of madman’s disease by the trailblazers before us.

If we can’t live until the world is free of troubles and everyone is safe, then let us die gloriously in a world filled with gunpowder smoke!

After over a decade of continuous and costly dedication, spearheaded by experts like Xiao Yu, with financial support from Changqing Biological and Mengshan Pasture, the special task force on Alzheimer’s disease had become a leading research team in the field within the country.

Under the persistence of its biggest backer behind the laboratory scenes, who was also the sole volunteer for this trial, the clinical trial adopted an immature technology with unknown risks, the "RNA Reverse Degrading Protein" aggressive stimulation therapy, which had the highest potential to completely cure Alzheimer’s disease.

This time, either I would forget everything and be reincarnated, or I would be reborn through nirvana with my memories intact.

Therefore, I named this radical and crazy experimental plan... "Naihe Bridge"!

In the third year after the injection of the experimental drug, I felt a completely different sensation.

The memory curve, which had been on the decline, miraculously started to trend upwards against the market!

Faster memory recall, sharper thinking, more active brainwaves... everything was developing in a surprising direction.

Clinical data showed that the special drug, which I personally named "Mengpo Soup," could enhance the SB protein content in neuron cells, stimulate neuron activity, and to a certain extent, show an astonishing effect of "youthful" neurons.

And in terms of the speed of nerve signal transmission, I miraculously strengthened it by over 30% more than the ordinary person.

This meant that I had a neural response speed that surpassed ordinary people!

All the data pointed in a direction that even I found hard to believe... had we succeeded?

"Hahaha!"

Inside the speeding convertible sports car, I laughed wildly, letting my laughter disperse in the fierce wind.

I found that I was beginning to like this feeling, as if returning to my younger days when I was full of youthful vigor.

Without realizing it, the speed had soared to 150, and the whipping past of cars stimulated my adrenaline.

My brain was abnormally excited, and for a moment, the world before my eyes magically slowed down...

I... can go even faster!

The second subject? No! I can give you much more.

Like... a trophy?

However, in the very year I held aloft the "Bayin Buluke Rally Championship Cup," the side effects of "Mengpo Soup" began to reveal themselves...

The first was a strong drug dependency!

From injections every six months to every month, and then to every week, the dosage needed to maintain the existing neural activity was continuously increasing.

This indicated that the degradation speed of the SB protein was getting faster and faster!

It turned out that the human nervous system also possesses drug resistance.

However, it’s easy to adapt from frugality to luxury but hard to return, having experienced the thrill of racing through the sky, how could one endure a fall as slow as 5 centimeters per second?

Without the drug, my brain became like a rusted machine that instantaneously went from quad-core to single-core, so slow that even a simple quadratic equation felt like Calculus.

In a sense, I had become an addict.

Another side effect was the mental exhilaration after taking the drug.

Every time after the injection, there was always a period when my brain was in a state of intense stimulation.

As if without seeking thrills, happiness was unreachable—Xiao Yu called this state "the rebellious phase of the spirit."

According to predictions, the increasingly frequent dosages would likely cause an unbearable strain on the brain, which might ultimately lead to madness or even... direct brain death.

Instead of calling it a treatment drug for neurodegenerative diseases, it would be more accurate to say it was a brain stimulant that was akin to quenching thirst with poison.

Although it could stimulate the brain’s potential to some extent, allowing the nervous system to recover and even surpass its youthful activity.

The cost was the brain’s excessive overdraft!

Perhaps because of the residual chemicals in the brain, I was not as dejected about the failure of the adventure as everyone else, but rather, I felt somewhat relieved.

The only regret, perhaps, was not being able to hold on until the day of fate’s judgment.

But don’t feel sad for me.

At least in this last period of time, I lived an extraordinarily brilliant life, experiencing a completely different kind of existence.

At least... we tried another possibility.

Even though its ending was still death.

Death is a door, passing is not the end, but transcendence, moving on to the next stage, just like a door.

What we need to do is simply to let the future come and the past go.

Winter fades away, the galaxy shines forever.

All that is past, merely prologue...]

Meng Lang was stunned for a long time, finally, his gaze slowly shifted to the only photo in the book.

The person holding the golden cup, standing on the highest podium, was smiling broadly.

Although middle-aged, he bore the demeanor of a youth with soaring spirits...

...

Su City, bullet train station.

Meng Lang, carrying large and small luggage, stepped off the train and merged with the crowd.

Having finished "Chasing Wind Youth," the mix of feelings was indescribable, happiness for his brother?

Hmm! Probably.

After all, it was a rare case of living with few regrets.

But if viewed from the perspective of a company boss, should one oppose or support an employee who acts so recklessly and takes risks?

Oppose, and at least they contributed a recipe for "Mengpo Soup," sacrificing the individual self for the greater good.

Support, but if everyone did the same, would my army of 100,000 have to be turned into 100,000 "lab rats"?

If all employees did this in the future, how could I lead the team? How could the company’s strategy be executed?

Dying from an experiment gone wrong before even living to see 2043.

This was a tactical success but a strategic failure!

Sigh! It’s pointless to dwell on right or wrong now.

Using oneself as the subject in a radical human trial, I must admit the brother was ruthless to himself; for that alone, he deserves a medal of valor.

But... "Naihe Bridge Project"? "Mengpo Soup"?

The level of creativity in these names is simply capricious...

Uh! Reminded of his own "Mengshan Pasture," Meng Lang held back from continuing his mockery.

Not to say, this "Meng trademark naming" tradition does indeed run in the family...

Lost in thoughts, he unwittingly followed the flow of people and had already reached the exit of the bullet train station.

"Uncle!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, pulling Meng Lang back to reality.

Meng Lang looked up and saw three familiar figures.

As the sky outside had completely darkened, in the bright lights, Xiao Yu, with her small bag slung over, was happily waving her arms at him.

On her left and right were two beauties who had attracted the stares of numerous travelers.

The moment Meng Lang saw Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei, an almost teasing phrase from "Youth" spontaneously came to his mind.

[You might be able to have everything, but not all at once.]

emm...

Indeed, a man is forever young until death...