My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 37 - 36: Double Insurance

"Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~"

A hand stretched out from under the covers, fumbled for a moment, turned off the alarm on the phone, then withdrew back under the covers.

After another ten minutes...

"Ring, ring~ Ring, ring~"

Quiz, what has the following functions: deprives you of thought, incapacitates you, restores your energy, provides pleasure, hypnotizes, and seals your body?

The answer is a blanket.

In the incessant ringing, Meng Lang reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed, turned off the phone, ruffled his messy hair, and yawned as he walked into the bathroom...

a.m.

Facing the morning sun of early day, the energetic young man put on his headphones and jogged out of the neighborhood with a brisk pace, heading toward the nearby Tantai Lake Park.

A healthy soul in a healthy body needs early to bed, early to rise, plus a morning run.

Starting today, besides grains and vegetables, he also needed to pay attention to the weather forecast...

[This summer

marks a new beginning

Try reaching the summit

and your soul will transform

At this moment

cross mountains just to meet

the belief in my heart

Embrace the world, embrace the blue sky

Oh~ Blink and years pass, firm in the love within

Oh~ Dreams of youth, let’s achieve them together

Going all out to show you the world

That tiny dream is the best commemoration

Youth must break through its own limits

The path we’ve walked is our test...]

Amidst the music, the scenic views on either side of the park’s health trail unfolded like a scroll.

The most beautiful time in the world is May, at the end of March in early spring, which already had the blueprint of the most beautiful world.

Ancient bridges, pavilions, wildflowers, and exercise-loving ladies...

The park wasn’t large, but it triumphed with a serene environment, pleasing to walkers and harmonious with singing birds.

If you’re talking about Su City’s calling card, it naturally belongs to its gardens.

There’s an old saying, Jiangnan gardens are the best under heaven, and Su City’s gardens are the best in Jiangnan.

Su City, known as a "City of Gardens", had over 200 gardens at its peak, though it’s a pity that only about 50 are well-preserved today.

The classical gardens of Su City, which blend estates with gardens, are admirable, visitable, and livable. Zhuozheng Garden and Liu Garden, representing Su City’s classical gardens, are hailed as "recreating the universe within a tiny space" and stand proudly in Chinese garden culture.

The place Meng Lang loved most in Su City was its beautiful Jiangnan scenery...

"Tap, tap, tap~" Two slim, youthful beauties ran past, their ponytails swinging engagingly like the flirty youth of years past.

"Coming out for a morning run... truly brings joy to body and mind..." Meng Lang couldn’t help but quicken his pace slightly.

Morning running is a lifestyle, what matters most isn’t how fast you are, but how happy you are.

...

Ten minutes later...

"Huff~ Huff~" Meng Lang, out of breath, sat down on a bench beside the road.

"I must have run about two or three kilometers, right?"

He opened the fitness app on his phone to check.

Emm...

1.5 kilometers, just a quarter of the way around the park.

"Truly, time makes one grow old..." Meng Lang sighed.

He remembered that back when he first started university, he could run four or five kilometers in one go, but then the times he exercised grew less and less frequent.

Intermittent full of ambition, sustained idleness.

This is a common state among many university students.

Passionate games, beautiful senior students, adorable junior students, and the endless series of novels to follow...

The temptations of university life are so plentiful that one often wouldn’t consider sleeping before two or three in the morning.

Regaining a healthy body isn’t something that can be accomplished overnight; it requires long-term perseverance.

"Health Maintenance Plan", definitely a fundamental national policy that needs steadfast execution for the long-term...

Watching the joggers who occasionally ran past, Meng Lang’s thoughts drifted to the future again.

Should they try to stop the pandemic?

From the perspective of a resident of Beihu Province, he definitely didn’t want to see his hometown become a breeding ground for the virus.

But how to stop it?

Early warning?

If it’s anonymous, no one would believe it, and he might even be tracked down by the cyber police. He would likely end up in jail the next day for "spreading rumors" and "disrupting public order."

As for using his real name...

The virus might still be mutating in some remote corner of the world, so where would he get the evidence?

It would be better if others didn’t believe him; they’d just think he was a delusional patient. After all, when you’re deep in debt, you don’t worry about increasing it.

If they did believe him...what would he do if the pandemic really came? How would he explain then?

Would he announce the next lottery numbers and perform the Great Prophecy Skill on the spot?

He didn’t know if they would treat him as God, but he was certain that international mercenaries, big consortia, military intelligence, the FBI, the KGB... would all be watching him day and night, wanting to slice him up as a "Prophet" to see what he tasted like.

His annual 365 "Meng Lang moments" likely wouldn’t be enough.

If he messed up the whistle blow, he might end up sacrificing himself instead.

Meng Lang, being too weak, could only choose to go with the flow.

Even the United Nations might not be able to stop the virus at its inception, let alone a mere insurance salesman.

All he could do was try to contribute a little during and after the outbreak of the virus.

"I still need to get the detailed information about the X virus, set a small goal, and live out a natural lifespan..."

A brainstorming session opened the door to a new world for Meng Lang.

But embracing the new world was contingent on living long enough!

Feeling quite rested, Meng Lang got up and resumed his morning run.

His goal today was to run at least a full lap around the park to complete today’s "health preservation" check-in.

"I wonder if the future cancer drugs will be able to save me..."

The case of Mr. Sun the Saiyan teaches us that terminal illnesses can sometimes be very mysterious.

Even if you have the power to split the Earth with a punch, if you’re meant to die of heart disease, you’ll die of heart disease.

This is not scientific, but Meng Lang took note.

Even Super Saiyans know to bring back specific medicines from the future to save people; surely, he, having watched all 153 episodes of Dragon Ball, should know, right?

Drug therapy is Plan B outside of Meng Lang’s "health preservation plan," double insurance!

Yet the foolish Earth people are still scrimmaging over tiny economic benefits, completely unaware of the impending pandemic, let alone achieving 100% perfect cures for cancer, making Meng Lang anxious.

He didn’t want to undergo painful chemotherapy, go bald, and then hear the doctor say, "Sorry, we did all we could."

With his luck of being targeted by the world, this was almost certainly a likely future.

"Advancing human medical technology... is urgent..."

Watching the shapes of several young ladies ahead of him, Meng Lang was concerned about his country and its people and wished he could draft a ten-year development plan for the United Nations.

He now could somewhat understand why those top tycoons liked to invest in biopharmaceutical companies as they grew older.

In their quest to live longer, their goals were definitely aligned!

Unfortunately, his current power didn’t allow it.

Even if he knew the molecular formula of the specific drug, how to manufacture it was still a problem; he couldn’t just make it with his bare hands, could he?

Even if he managed to make it, he couldn’t just experiment on himself by taking it directly!

Even if he wanted to file a patent, he would need clinical trials, wouldn’t he?

Whether in response to a pandemic or from a "self-rescue" perspective, a biotechnology company with the capacity to manufacture and research drugs was exactly what he urgently needed now.

Meng Lang had decided to give up the frustrating plan to buy a house and use his first pot of gold to contribute to the advancement of human medical technology!

But with just over ten million...

It might be enough to open a beauty salon, but to start a pharmaceutical company, that might not even make a splash.

And he had no experience in starting a company. An insurance salesman from a Chinese department thinking of opening a pharmaceutical company...

Such a dramatic career jump would probably not even attract any angel investors.

"Meng Lang?"

He was deep in thought about life while running when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Surprised, Meng Lang turned around and saw Lin Haitang in her tight sports outfit.

"Is that really you? What a coincidence?"

With sweat on her forehead and slightly breathless, Lin Haitang looked at him with some surprise.

Meng Lang immediately put on a very calm expression.

"Yeah! Quite a coincidence, I often come here to run on weekends..."

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