My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 42 - 41 Scream

Chapter 42: Chapter 41 Scream

"This feeling of having one’s sovereignty declared by someone else..."

Meng Lang returned to his rental and his head was still a bit muddled, thinking about Yan Weiwei’s slightly warning gaze...

So, am I being treated as a mistress by a woman?

The gender aspect is a bit messy, a bit confusing, but... Is this the reason for the absence of a love story in the last episode?

If I could still spark any romance in this situation, even I would find it hard to resist telling "myself" one word—Impressive!

"What a sin!"

Meng Lang couldn’t help but utter a lament similar to that of the bald manager.

Meng Lang looked at the time, 2 p.m., and pulled out his autobiography from his chest.

At a glance, the cover had turned to a black and red two-tone, the color much more vivid than before, giving a strong visual impact.

At the junction of black and red on the cover, "Scream" leapt off the page in wild cursive!

Just from the connected brushwork and unrestrained typography, Meng Lang felt as though he could sense the author’s heart-wrenching roar.

"My life... Is it about to throw a curveball again?" Meng Lang felt apprehensive.

"My Struggle" you turn into tears behind bars, and this "Scream" sounds full of indignation towards life, a complaint against reality.

Could that still be a comedy?

With doubts about the title and a trace of trepidation, Meng Lang turned the page.

[We are great because of our dreams, and all successful people are great dreamers.

Reflections on humanity’s future and concerns about my own health prompted me, at the age of 24, to entertain the idea of abandoning the arts to pursue medicine.

Carrying the grand ideal of advancing human society and promoting medical technology, I embarked on the lifelong journey of struggle!]

Huh? This opening... surprisingly positive?

Continuing to read on.

[To enter the medical field and access various cutting-edge medical technologies, the best way was to join the circle!

Thus, under the bewildered eyes of all my friends and relatives, I quit my job at a Fortune 500 company and prepared to take the first step back into the ivory tower by attempting to enter Suzhou University’s medical school.

I successfully infiltrated a postgraduate study group and made a series of life advancement plans!

However, at the starting line of my dream, I encountered numerous obstacles.

First of all... Medicine is not something you can study whenever you want...

As a discipline with strong professional requirements, it is nearly impossible for someone from a non-medical background to be accepted into a medical graduate program under current rules.

If I had to start from scratch at the undergraduate level... that would require me to retake the college entrance exam...

Not considering the social suicide, and lacking the confidence to compete with post-millennials, I decisively chose to take an alternative path.

That is to become an amateur scientist!

There are many paths to Rome, and my pursuit has never been about a diploma!

I began to frequent top medical forums and websites, subscribe to prestigious medical journals, and became a VVIP customer of "CNKI" and "Wanfang Data".

I started collecting information on viruses and cancer from various channels.

I even breached the firewall to consult foreign cutting-edge medical papers.

Due to the barrier of language, I had no choice but to pick up English again, relying on an "English-Chinese Dictionary" and an "English-Chinese Medical Dictionary" to doggedly swim through the ocean of knowledge.

According to the "10,000-hour rule," it takes about seven years for a person to go from novice to expert.

Being of average talent, it took me two years to become a somewhat well-known amateur scientist through frequent participation in many forums.

Because of my generosity, often throwing coins around in forums, I was given the nickname "Meng Changjun"!

In short, on the road to my dream, I took a solid big step!

After all, to live a long life, a retirement fund is essential.

Two years later, the pandemic arrived...

And by then, I had finally managed to barely understand medical papers.

I began a new round of intelligence gathering.

From the publicly available data, the virus rapidly replicates and proliferates upon entering the human body, destroying lung tissue and preventing the alveoli from exchanging blood oxygen, affecting normal breathing function.

This leads to symptoms such as chest tightness, coughing, shortness of breath, fever, and fatigue in patients.

If they do not receive timely and effective treatment, it can lead to sepsis, acute respiratory distress syndrome, and clinical death.

This is a sly and exceptionally fierce virus.

Doubting my own luck and for the sake of safety, as well as not to disturb the normal world timeline, I almost never left the house.

Because surviving to the end is my life goal!

However, in such a tidal wave of the era, I became lost...

When the news of Ou Lu’s unfortunate death came, I realized that the direction of my efforts seemed to be wrong.

Originally, I could have done more...

Yes, I became an amateur scientist in medicine, but my initial dream was supposed to be a police officer.

Looking back suddenly, I realized that a lot had changed around me as if only I had been marking time.

Was everything I did meaningful to me? To the people around me?

Is my life merely a memoir?

Lost lives cannot be retrieved, and the youth that has passed never returns.

Even if my investment returns have multiplied again and are approaching a minor goal, a balance that is close to nine figures still can’t fill the endless void in my heart...

Time cannot be reversed.

Even if strands of my spirit may still cling to you in the bygone times... what does it matter?

I am but a passerby in the annals of time.

And you... are merely a spectator in the continuum of time!

Whether you are poor or wealthy, with whom you spend eternity, where you are laid to rest—all these are your future, which has nothing to do with me...

Those patchy memories seem like nothing but a scream echoing in the soul.

A scream is necessary, even if only one person hears it in a lifetime, that echo will resonate far and wide...

I want to scream: my life is not your game!

I want to thrive, I want to flourish, I want to see the vastness of the world, and then worry whether the breeze comes or not!

The next day, having realized my regret, I booked a ticket to Beijing...]

"emm..."

After reading, Meng Lang fell into a long silence.

Although each autobiography has always shocked him,

this shock was not as intense as this time.

The author of "Scream" was indeed complaining, but the target of the complaint... was actually me?

The key is...

What comes next?