Your ancestors, your great-great-great-grandsons, are here to greet you!
If you care about me, please show your divine presence and impart some skills to me.
Your great-great-great-grandsons, Chu Haoming sincerely and earnestly request!
In the dim bedroom, a bulky figure knelt sincerely before the incense burner.
Through the gap in the curtains, light shone in, revealing a room filled with beautiful girl
wallpaper.
And a room full of beautiful girl
figurines.
The two-dimensional aesthetic was very strong.
Chu Haoming wasn't sure if there were any powerful figures among his ancestors.
But, what did it matter?
It was enough to pay respects to all ancestors.
He wasn't greedy; as long as one ancestor showed divine intervention, it would be enough.
With this thought, he hugged his Rem body pillow and fell into a sweet sleep.
Chu Haoming slept for two days and one night.
He never expected that an ancestor would actually show divine intervention.
Hmph! How can the descendant of my Chu family live so miserably!
Although the ancestors were full of disdain, they taught him without holding back.
The ancestor was a carpenter, and any piece of wood could be carved into the desired shape in his hands.
Vivid and lifelike.
Truly a pair of divine hands! Da Feng Novel Network
I can do it too!
He woke up again.
Chu Haoming went straight to the kitchen.
He picked up a kitchen knife and started working on the wooden stool at home.
In no time, a two-dimensional Rem figure emerged.
Lace headband, short hair, maid outfit
Hahahaha! Two-dimensional, here I come, Chu Haoming!
Hahahaha!
As he laughed, his body went limp, and he collapsed amidst a pile of wood shavings.
Unable to move.
His stomach growled loudly throughout the room.
After a while, he tremblingly reached out and picked up his phone.
He ordered takeout.
He also took a picture and posted it on his Moments with satisfaction.
I'm not a shut-in otaku! [Image]
What's wrong with being a carpenter?
What's wrong with being an otaku?
What's wrong with not being a martial artist or a chef?
He, Chu Haoming, can also carve out his own path with woodworking!
Two-dimensional! Here I come!
Song Qin came from a family of physicians. She learned medicine from her grandfather since childhood.
After the college entrance examination, she was admitted to a prestigious medical school, ranking first in her grade for four consecutive years.
After graduation, she entered a hospital for practical experience.
In just three years, she had become a young associate chief physician.
Some people were jealous of her current position, believing it was due to the gap in talent.
Only Song Qin knew how much effort she had put in behind the scenes.
Even in her dreams, she was memorizing medical terms and simulating surgeries.
"Yee yee yee, little girl, why are you directly cutting open a person's stomach?"
An old man's figure suddenly appeared, exclaiming loudly.
Recently, the matter of ancestors had become very popular.
However, Song Qin believed in herself and in modern medical techniques.
Therefore, she had not specifically paid homage to her ancestors.
She didn't expect her ancestors to come to her.
The Song family ancestor had originally just come to observe.
Because he heard that the human world had changed greatly, and medicine was vastly different from before.
So, he wanted to observe and see how far people had developed medicine after a thousand years.
Were there any major innovations, or had they surpassed him?
He saw Song Qin, the young generation of the Song family, as just a little girl.
At this age, she probably had only memorized the names of various medicinal herbs.
He didn't have high expectations.
He watched as the little fellow pushed the patient into the room with a strange trolley.
Then, a group of people prepared the necessary instruments and surrounded the patient.
He crossed his arms and watched from the shadows with leisure.
Unexpectedly, as he watched, the little fellow directly cut open the patient's abdomen.
He couldn't sit still any longer.
Even if people's medicine hadn't progressed much after a thousand years, they couldn't let this little girl mess around!
He jumped out directly.
"Little girl, why are you directly cutting open a person's stomach?"
Song Qin was startled but not panicked.
"Who are you?"
The Song family ancestor announced his name and then proudly waited for Song Qin's reaction.
He was a highly skilled ancestor!
If this little girl was sensible, wouldn't she quickly come to apprentice?
Song Qin thought for a long time but couldn't recall such a person. After all, after so many dynasties, many family genealogies were incomplete.
She tentatively asked, "Ancestor?"
She hadn't paid homage to her ancestors, but her ancestors had come to her.
"Yes."
"Greetings, Ancestor."
"Yes."
The Song family ancestor nodded proudly, but then he didn't receive Song Qin's next words.
Looking down, he saw that Song Qin had already resumed the surgery.
He couldn't help but repeat his previous question:
"Little one, you'll kill people this way. If your father knew, he'd spank your bottom."
Song Qin calmly wielded the scalpel and said unhurriedly, "Ancestor, you're outdated.
This is Western medical treatment.
Not only does it not kill people, but it can save them.
Moreover, many diseases that you couldn't treat back then can now be cured."
After saying this, Song Qin paused and looked up at the Song family ancestor.
"Ancestor, would you like to stay and learn?"
Since the ancestor appeared, she knew this was a dream, so she wasn't in a hurry.
"This, how is this possible?!"
These words were like a fantasy to the Song family ancestor.
The human body was injured, how could it be saved?
They actually used needles and thread to stitch up the human body?
Could this really save people?
He walked around the operating table created by Song Qin.
He couldn't help but point to a square box and ask, "What is this?"
Song Qin pursed her lips and smiled, "Anesthesia machine.
It's used for general anesthesia, and doctors can control the patient's breathing, heartbeat, blood pressure, and so on through it."
"Then what about this bright one?"
"The surgical lamp, it can eliminate shadows during surgery and allow the surgery to proceed more smoothly."
In this question-and-answer session, the Song family ancestor was amazed by modern medicine.
He never expected medicine to have developed to this extent.
And Song Qin, through various surgical cases in her dream, communicated treatment methods with the Song family ancestor.
Although ancient medicine was very backward.
It had to be said that there were also many merits.
Moreover, the experience accumulated by the ancestor over the years was invaluable.
It could provide Song Qin with many new ideas.
The two, one from a thousand years ago, the other from a thousand years later.
Their conversation was less of an exchange
and more of a medical sparring match after a thousand years.
Sometimes, when they discussed a case, they would even argue.
Song Qin didn't know if the time in the dream was different from the time in reality.
She felt like several days had passed in the dream.
When she woke up, only one night had passed.
She turned off her alarm.
She tidied herself up and went to the hospital.