My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 48 - 47: An Amateur Scientist

Chapter 48: Chapter 47: An Amateur Scientist

"Is it really 1.5 million?" Mrs. Duan held the card, her excited voice trembling slightly.

"Yeah... Didn’t I tell you before? I took out 50,000 before, and I never expected this guy to be able to make so much money." Duan Xian glanced at Meng Lang and finally said so.

"Xiao Meng, what do you do? You’ve made so much money just two years into working?"

After the excitement, Mrs. Duan was still somewhat skeptical.

"Ah Xian, you explain to your aunt. You haven’t forgotten what I do, have you?"

Meng Lang kicked the ball over to Duan Xian, his voice loaded with resentment.

Duan Xian was speechless, I have no freaking clue! In fear of his mother getting the wrong idea about the money, he had to rapidly search his mind for this year’s hottest money-making industries...

"He’s a live streamer."

Meng Lang: "..."

"Oh! So you do live streaming! I know about that, I’ve seen it on Douyin. They say the young people nowadays are incredible, making hundreds of thousands from a single live stream, is that true, Xiao Meng?"

"Uh... Yeah, aunt, that’s what I do." Seeing Duan Xian winking at him, Meng Lang could only force a smile and admit to it.

"I was thinking of getting Ah Xian to try live streaming too, with his looks he’d surely be a hit among the girls. But after coming here, I realized I was wrong, there’s someone even more suitable.

Aunt, with you and your husband’s looks, as soon as you get on camera, you’d be an instant hit just like the legendary hero and heroine."

"You kid, always talking nonsense, what legendary hero and heroine." Mrs. Duan couldn’t help but laugh as she chastised.

After the heavy burden was lifted from her shoulders, Mrs. Duan’s face lost much of its worry, and she seemed to radiate with a newfound glow.

"Hey, aunt, I’m not talking nonsense. Ah Xian’s looks, they’re just ten percent of the fine genes he’s inherited from you and your husband. Compared with the two of you, he’s a mere apprentice before a master.

If the two of you started live streaming, you wouldn’t even need to use beauty filters, you’d crush all those young idols!"

Mrs. Duan was amused, looking at Meng Lang with increasingly satisfied eyes.

"Xiao Meng, how old are you? Got a girlfriend yet?"

"24, not yet."

"Oh, then are you thinking about settling down and buying a house in Su City?"

"Well... I haven’t really thought about it."

"Su City is not bad, think it over when you have time. By the way, where’s your hometown? Do you have any siblings?"

Meng Lang was taken aback.

These questions... why do they sound so familiar?

"Mom! Why do you ask so many questions, Meng Lang, don’t you have work this afternoon?"

Seeing the conversation taking a strange turn, Duan Xian quickly interjected.

"Oh right! I have work this afternoon, aunt, I’ll come visit uncle again some other time, and if there’s anything you need help with, just let me know!"

Meng Lang was relieved to dodge Mrs. Duan’s enthusiasm.

"Alright! Go on, work is important, but make sure you come over for a meal next time! Ah Xian, walk Xiao Meng out."

Meng Lang and the other man left the hospital room, both releasing a sigh of relief.

"My mom’s like that, grabs someone and just keeps talking nonstop. Lucky we left early."

"You don’t know how fortunate you are. I envy you locals who can often hear their parents’ nagging. Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I went home too; I should find a time to visit."

Meng Lang couldn’t help but think of his own parents.

"Okay, you go take care of your father. I’ll get going. Let me know if you need anything. Oh, by the way, how do I get to the outpatient building?"

"Just walk straight that way and turn, you’ll see it. Why are you going to the outpatient building?" Duan Xian asked with curiosity.

"Since I’m at the hospital, might as well get a checkup, right?"

"Checkup? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Not feeling unwell is exactly why I need to get a checkup, by the time I really feel unwell, it would be your turn to host a feast...

"Haven’t you heard? The richer people are, the more they fear death."

Duan Xian gave him a weird look.

Wealthy? Your mind sure shifted gears damn quickly, didn’t it?

As they were parting ways, Meng Lang suddenly seemed to remember something and nudged Duan Xian with his elbow.

"Hey! I want to ask you something, Do you have a sister?"

"Hm?" Duan Xian paused for a moment, "How did you know that? I don’t recall telling you about her.

Same for last time, who told you about my dad’s situation?"

"Hmph! Time will tell you all the truth!" Meng Lang said with an air of mystery.

It’s human vanity to let people know you have a secret without letting them know what it is, waiting for them to ask, making them guess.

Meng Lang admitted to himself that he was a common man.

"Don’t change the subject. Have you noticed? Your mother seemed quite taken with my outstanding self; she’s probably thinking about taking me as a son-in-law. How about it, future Uncle, are you satisfied with your future brother-in-law?"

Duan Xian’s expression immediately became weird.

"If you really are willing, of course, I would have no objections?"

"Huh?" This time, it was Meng Lang who was taken aback.

This isn’t how it’s described in the books, is it? Where’s the expected opposition? Could it be that I’ve changed the future again?

"You have a problem! Is there a hidden story here?"

Unexpectedly, Duan Xian sighed deeply.

"Alas! It’s an unhappy household indeed..."

...

"Patient number 65, please take your medication and wait in the waiting hall. You’ll enter Consultation Room 2 of the Gastroenterology Department in half an hour."

"Okay, thank you."

After taking the medicine, Meng Lang took his medical insurance card and the barcode, then found a seat in the waiting hall.

The waiting hall was spacious and bright, with an overall white color scheme that was comforting to look at, well ventilated, and without the usual hospital smell of disinfectant.

Watching the patients and medical staff come and go, Meng Lang, bored while waiting, let his thoughts wander.

Suzhou University Affiliated First Hospital is one of the three clinical colleges directly under the Suzhou University School of Medicine and is a tertiary hospital.

Yes, it’s the "Suzhou University School of Medicine" that "I" in "Scream" wanted to apply to.

Under the Suzhou University School of Medicine, there are five colleges, three clinical colleges, and nine research institutes.

With more than 3,000 graduate students, nearly 5,000 full-time undergraduates, over 500 international students, and more than 800 staff members, its teaching force is strong. It maintains cooperative relationships with many well-known research institutions around the world and is a top medical university in the Yangtze River Delta.

Meng Lang, having read "Scream" and being curious, had looked up this medical school, so he knew a bit about it.

He didn’t expect that today, coming for a gastroscopy, he would have a sort of interaction with it.

"Honey, I’m a bit scared~" Just as he was reflecting, he heard a girlish, sweet voice from a girl beside him.

Meng Lang turned his head and realized that, at some point, a young couple had sat next to him.

"No worries, baby. Haven’t they said it’s a painless gastroscopy? You won’t feel a thing, and it’ll be over before you know it," the boyfriend said, comforting her with his arm around her shoulders.

"But I’m still scared. I’ve heard that they have to put something in my mouth... just thinking about it freaks me out~"

The boy whispered something into the girl’s ear with a smirk, which led to her coquettishly chastising him.

"Oh my, you’re so naughty!"

"Don’t be afraid, I looked it up. The painless gastroscopy won’t hurt at all, it takes just three to five minutes to complete.

After you’re done, I’ll take you to eat your favorite Hotpot," he reassured her.

"Mmm! Honey, you’re the best~"

Clearly, this was a couple still in the throes of new love, not just with their verbal language but also with their physical closeness that gave Meng Lang a toothache from the sweetness.

Can’t you young people be more aware of the place when feeding each other lovey-dovey nonsense?

You’ve successfully caught the attention of a jealous lemon...

"Actually, a painless gastroscopy... isn’t completely painless."

The young couple looked over in surprise, seemingly unaware that Meng Lang’s pupils were slightly unfocused.

"Do you know, a painless gastroscopy uses a fast-acting anesthetic drug to numb the central nervous system, so that the examination can be done while the person is unconscious.

This anesthetic is called Propofol, known for its fast anesthetic effect, quick recovery, and minimal side effects.

It can lower the patient’s heart rate, intracranial pressure, and eye pressure, reduce oxygen consumption and blood flow in the brain, decrease the secretion of fluids in the organs, but it has a very weak analgesic effect.

So, you see, before we are anesthetized, we take ’Lidocaine Gel’ orally 30 minutes in advance to fully numb the gastric mucosa.

As the endoscope enters from the mouth to the esophagus and then into the stomach, it unavoidably irritates the pharyngeal wall and gastric mucosa, so, after the effects of the anesthetic, there can still be pain, gastrointestinal discomfort, dizziness, nausea, and other adverse reactions.

So... about that Hotpot, I think that’s unlikely."

The couple was dumbfounded.

When they came to their senses, the young man became a bit annoyed, "You... who the hell are you?"

"Me?" Meng Lang’s gaze gradually cleared, and he couldn’t help but slowly reveal a set of white teeth.

"Just a knowledgeable layman."