Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Walpole, who had just stepped out of the Broad Machinery Processing Plant pushing his bicycle, saw his friend Gene standing at the gate of the factory at a glance, sitting on the bicycle with one foot on the ground, browsing the Internet.

The dim light of the virtual screen shone on his face, making his dark face more oily.

"Gene!" Walpole greeted quickly, and trotted over with his bicycle: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"What are you waiting for, just come here!" Gene looked up, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the online world.

He scratched his head, and then as if he remembered something, he lifted a cloth bag from the car basket and handed it over.

"Hey, the red bone bud you wanted! I didn't expect that this thing can also cure diseases. His uncle, he didn't look for it before, it was everywhere in the mountains and plains, but now he looks for it. I found it after turning over two hills. Really. Fucking fuck."

Walpole quickly took the bag, opened it, and saw a wooden bowl in the bag, in which there were a bunch of bean-sized red wild fruits.

In the local dialect, it is called Hongguduoer.

But the Internet of Medicine gave it a new scientific name - dogwood.

"Thank you!" Walpole said gratefully.

"You're being polite to me, are you seeing someone? Hey, how is Madam?" Gene asked.

"It's okay. Since taking the medicine prescribed by Internet Medical, it has eased a lot. However, many people on the forum said that it is almost impossible to cure the disease, and it can only be relieved." Walpole was a little sad.

"Oh, it's good to be able to relieve it. Let me put it bluntly. After all, my aunt is at this age, right?"

"Um!"

"Okay, tell me what medicinal materials you need. By the way, don't go to the pharmacy to buy them. It's too expensive. It's not easy to earn some hard-earned money. There are old and young and young."

Gene patted Walpole on the shoulder and pedaled off on his bicycle.

Walpole watched his friend go away by bicycle, and then looked down at the cloth bag in his hand, his heart suddenly cheered up.

His old mother, who has worked hard all his life, has suffered from asthma in the past two years.

This has always been a knot in his heart.

Because many elderly people in the village died of asthma.

He has also sought medical advice, but unfortunately, the high consultation fee has always discouraged him. I can only grab some earthen prescriptions and hang my mother's life.

Walpole always thought that the old mother would be like the old people in the village, and finally die one night, out of breath.

No, gods bless you.

My mother was so lucky that she even waited for the internet medical treatment, and even the life bank.

Through Internet medical care, he knew for the first time that his mother's old problem was asthma, and saw various prescriptions for the first time.

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Under the prescription of Internet medical treatment, the old mother's condition has been relieved a lot.

At least, it was no longer the panting sound that could be heard three miles away.

After the life bank went online, his mother's condition improved a bit, and she even had a few good nights of sleep.

It turned out that he uploaded his vitality to the life bank, and then transferred it to the old mother.

Although this bit of vitality is not much, and it cannot cure diseases, it can make the old mother sleep peacefully.

For this alone, he is grateful to the God of Life.

It's a pity that he couldn't keep sending life force to his mother, because extracting life force would have too much impact on the body.

Once he takes too much, he can't even think about working during the day.

As the pillar of the family, he must not be without a job, so he can only draw a small amount every day, save it for three to five days, and give it to his old mother once, so that he can sleep well and feel more comfortable.

After much deliberation, he felt that he still had to rely on a prescription.

So he has been collecting the prescriptions and medicinal materials recommended by Internet Medical, and now he has finally gathered one of the main medicines.

How does this not cheer him up?

He had a premonition that his mother's asthma would definitely get better after taking medicine for a long time.

Thinking of this, Walpole didn't delay any longer, got on his bicycle, and rushed home full of joy.

The Walpoles lived in a village called Leacock on the outskirts of Greg, which was neither far nor near.

In the past, if you ran with your feet, it would take at least four hours to go back and forth.

That's two hours for a single trip.

In order to save time, Walpole gritted his teeth and bought a bicycle, which greatly reduced the journey time.

No, in less than an hour, before the sun sets, the village is already in sight.

Before he got close to the door of the house, he heard a burst of hoarse crying and roaring from a long distance away.

This made his heart skip a beat, because the voice was faintly familiar.

When he turned a corner, the scene in front of him made his mind go blank for a moment.

I saw the entire village residents, almost all gathered in front of his house, pointing to the yard.

The hysterical crying he heard before came from the yard.

"Walpole, you're back!"

"Oh, you're back, hurry up and persuade your wife, I've been scolding you for half an hour."

"Let me tell you something, you have to calm down, your son's fingers were eaten by mice."

When the villagers noticed Walpole's return, they immediately crowded around him.

Their words struck Walpole as if he had been struck by lightning.

He squeezed through the crowd in a daze, rushed to the gate of the courtyard, and saw the old mother sitting on the threshold of the main room with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The wife was sitting slumped in the yard, grabbing the ground with her head, beating the ground and cursing hysterically.

"You old man, why don't you die, ah! Who asked you to cook, I asked you to watch the child, and I went out, in the blink of an eye! Look at what the child has become ?”

The old woman next to him took Walpole's wife and said kindly, "Don't say it, don't say it."

"Why can't I say it? I'm only four months old and my hands are gone. What will I do in this life? Tell me about you old bastard, your baby is crying like that, can't you hear it at all? I think you are Deliberately, you are begging for your own life, and deliberately want to kill my son!"

His wife with disheveled hair and hysterical curses completely stunned Walpole who was standing at the gate of the yard.

How could this be?

Before going out in the morning, he clearly remembered his wife serving the old mother tenderly. He never thought that it would be such a crazy scene when he saw it again after a day.

"Stop scolding, your man is back." A neighbor shouted.

Walpole's wife, who was yelling wildly, froze suddenly.

She turned her head to look at the courtyard door, stared blankly at the man, suddenly covered her face, bent down, her shoulders twitched, and wept silently.

The old mother, who had been sitting on the threshold in a daze, got up suddenly and was about to slam into the door frame.

But he was held back by the women in the neighborhood.

For a while, the scene was in chaos.

"What the hell happened...?" Walpole looked at his mother who was looking for death and life, and then at his wife who was crying and almost fainted, and his spirit was about to collapse.

After spending a long time, he vaguely learned the truth from the neighbors' gossip.

It turned out that the wife went out to fetch water and asked the old mother to look at the sleeping child.

Not wanting to, the old mother watched the sun slant to the west and saw her grandson sleeping soundly, so she simply left to cook.

Unexpectedly, when the wife came back, she was horrified to find that a big mouse almost gnawed off the son's left finger, and the four-month-old baby was crying almost to suffocation.

Then, there was this scene in front of me.

Of course, some of the wounds on the old mother's face were caused by his wife, and some were caused by her own death.

After listening to the neighbor's story, Walpole looked at his son who had fainted from crying in the arms of the neighbor's aunt.

To be honest, it was because of his father's early death that he, who had suffered so much, almost collapsed at this moment!

He didn't know, was it mother's fault?

Or blame the wife for not taking good care of the children?

"Walpole advises the mother-in-law, stop arguing, saving the baby is the most important thing!" The old village head stood up.

"Yes, yes, save the baby! Save the baby!" Walpole seemed to have finally found his target. He looked at the baby in his swaddling murmur, and subconsciously reached out to hug him.

However, his hands were stretched out in the air, but they froze.

Save the baby?

How can he save it?

Where can I save it?

What can I do to help?

Looking for a priest?

Or find a magician?

But never heard that priests can regenerate severed limbs?

As for magicians, they were hard to come by, and he didn't know where to find them!

By the way, vitality!

A flash of light suddenly flashed through Walpole's mind.

He suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud, and said to the villagers: "Please, everyone, give me some vitality, save my baby, the only thing that can save him now is vitality!"

The old village chief patted his thigh: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? Hurry up, everyone, come together."

The neighbors were also chattering: "What vitality?" "Is it a life bank?" "Is that thing useful?"

For a while, the scene was chaotic.

However, under the organization of the village chief, everyone turned over the accumulated vitality.

However, it sounds like it is gathering the strength of the whole village, but it is actually very little.

On the one hand, outdated and pedantic concepts make quite a few people dare not and unwilling to extract life force.

On the other hand, the few bold ones were also tempted by money, and the extracted life force had already been sold for money, so how much is left?

Therefore, after a lot of tossing, only the vitality of less than 6,000 standard units was gathered.

And that included most of the life force of the Walpoles.

There was an uproar when Walpole operated the life bank and channeled this life force to his son.

"Oh, does it really work?"

"Look, the wound on the face is gone."

"Oh, my little face is turning red."

The exclamation and joy of the villagers brought hope to Walpole's wife's pale face.

She hugged her son, sat in the yard, and even violated the pious teachings of the Wisdom God, and secretly prayed to the God of Life, the Outer God.

"Look at how your hands look!" A neighbor became curious.

Upon hearing this, Walpole's wife hurriedly and carefully opened the cotton cloth covering her hand, revealing that her fleshy little hand exposed to the setting sun was missing several fingers.

It looks like the crops have been chopped off, so abrupt and eye-catching, even if the cut has scabbed over.

"Plop—"

This scene made Walpole slump on the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Despair filled his body and mind.

"Ugh--"

There was even more sighing sound from around, like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of the Walpoles.

He knew that his son's life... was over.

"It's still there!" The hoarse voice suddenly came from Walpole's wife, and in an instant, it attracted the attention of countless people.

"The fingers grew a little, a little longer, I remember it very clearly! If there is more vitality, they will definitely grow back." Walpole's wife became incoherent.

"Really?" Walpole was overjoyed, but immediately, his face turned pale again.

"Where can I get so much vitality? It takes six thousand to grow. I don't think it's worth three to five hundred thousand. It can't grow at all."

There was a small murmur from the crowd, although the voice was low, it was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

"Use mine, then I will save my grandson!"

Outside the crowd, Walpole's old mother suddenly begged.