[Fixed text overhead tomato non-text setting, can be skipped without buying] I will make him bow down to me

Chapter 51 "I want him to bow down to me", Chapter 52 "Sink into the abyss with him", Chapter 53 "To have him in the palm of my hand" had to be replaced with the first draft of the hollowed out extras due to being reported, not the main text setting. Please do not buy these three chapters if you are not interested in the draft.

The case before and after a lot of draft version, but because I write not satisfied, they are all deleted and rewritten, 52, 53 is the beginning of the sci-fi style of the draft, 51 chapters is a small ma literature of that version of the draft, before mentioning a mouth, there are sisters are curious, so put out the beginning of a ...... original character's name is not called He Yu Xie Qingcheng, in order to prevent serialization, I almost every rewrite will change the name of the main character. In the draft, I will use word to replace He Yu Xie Qingcheng , but there may be a problem of missing replacements, don't mind ......

The Casebook Little Ma Literary Draft Extra.

Everyone has an ugly scar on their body, but that's where the hot blood flows.

--Wedge

In the fall of 2030, on the Juxian Mountain in Huzhou, a company is building a group. It's a brokerage company. It's crazy. A team of men in pants, running and yelling--

"Strive! Strive! You line! I can do it! We can do it!"

"One, one, one, one, two, one! For a better tomorrow! Wolfish hustle! Mansions, beautiful women, and make a lot of money!"

"Yay!!!"

An old man with a scented bag on his back and a walking stick saw them run by, shook his head repeatedly, and whispered painfully, "It's not like this! It's not like that! Alas!"

There's nothing wrong with a slugfest, and the slogans, though crude, are harmless.

But the reason why the old man contemplated is because this Mountain of Gathering Immortals is not an ordinary mountain. Listen to the name, Juxian, Juxian what fairy? One look at the top of the mountain "nine springs rest in peace" big sign door to know - the dead ancestors, after the death of the immortal.

This is a graveyard, more than ten years ago on the Internet popular saying, called the graveyard bouncing, to the present year the famous saying has basically realized, that is, the form has changed a little bit, turned into a graveyard group construction. It is really because many people are exhausted in life, and spiritually entertained to death, has reached the point where even the deceased are no longer respected.

The year 2030, an era only thirty short years from the turn of the century.

Everything looks the same as twenty or thirty years ago, civilization and technology seem to be on the right track of rapid development, the masses of people are busy and numb, two o'clock and one line, repeating every day. But unlike before, in this era, one interest group has already accomplished an untouchable accumulation of huge capital, monopolizing all industries. Ordinary people in front of these consortia are like an ant trying to shake a tree, a praying mantis, and no longer have the ability to hiss. Grief, injustice, pain, often only to the throat, was silently extinguished.

People have also gotten used to this kind of noiselessness; the first day a beast is locked up is called captivity, and after a year of being locked up, it's called breeding.

The plutocrats breed the elite, breed the grassroots, emasculate individuality and spirituality, and then make the best use of it. At first, this phenomenon was still under the control of the state, but nowadays, in fact, many countries are powerless to deal with it.

There are even dark experiments far beyond the imagination of the general public that are being quietly conducted by these consortia, out of sight of society ......

But these dark experiments are often whitewashed by the consortium, and who among the ordinary people can see the truth?

Seeing that it's just a matter of moving your fingers and posting a couple of homogenized statements that are easily defused by consortium PR, thinking that's a luxury and people don't have time to stop for the truth.

The social machine is running too fast, which screws a little slack, will be derailed out of the track, everyone tense body, let the heavy burden from their own shell crushed.

They work, they live, they work, they live, they grow old and die in the shackles of 996 and 007, like a pile of scrapped machine parts, dropping one to be topped by a new one at any time.

Are there still people who are spiritually oriented and civilized?

There is.

Bosses care about that a lot.

The old man sweeping the graves huffed and puffed as he climbed to the top of the hill, where an ancient temple of the King of Earth, with a narrow trail, was built next to the temple in the parking lot, even though it wasn't all that appropriate architecturally.

At this very moment, many luxury cars were parked in this usually deserted and cold parking lot.

The atmosphere here is very different from the team of group building sluggers just now, and the gathering seems to be some svelte and dignified bosses of large consortiums.

"Ah, Mr. Zhang, you're here too."

"Mr. He's death anniversary, how can I not come, alas ...... thinking about the past of doing projects with Mr. and Mrs. He, so many years have passed, I am still sad."

"Yes, such a good man, how much he was slandered while he was alive, and yet he donated a large sum of money to charity before he passed away, alas! May the fountain rest in peace, and the fountain rest in peace!"

Each of the two old bosses felt out a handkerchief that had been prepared long ago, and in unison they reddened their eyes and wiped their tears.

It turned out that the owners of the luxury cars had come to participate in the geomantic puja of a deceased person named He Jiwei, who had been dead for twelve years.

Twelve years ago, He Jiwei was a wealthy businessman who stirred up a storm. It is said that at the height of the He family's power, the He family once dominated both the black and white worlds of Kowloon Island, and He Jiwei himself was even honored as the "Godfather" of Kowloon Island.

However, for some reason, in the year of 2018, He Jiwei suddenly set fire to himself in a private hospital, and he was burned to death, along with his wife and son, a family of three were turned into ashes, was led back to his hometown of Huzhou City for burial. Today is the anniversary of his death, even if the rain was pouring down, it could not stop the "filial sons and daughters" from coming to pay their respects.

After all, although He Jiwei is dead, his family's business in mainland China, He's family pharmaceuticals, is still strong, and any fool would know that they can meet the head of He's family pharmaceuticals here, so paying homage to the man who died twelve years ago is not true, but pleasing the bosses of the family's consortium is true.

The puja was to begin at 1:08 p.m. after the Master had counted the hours.

At one o'clock sharp, this old Earth Store King Bodhisattva temple is already crowded with people in front of the temple. Some of them are in real estate, some of them are technology companies ...... and some of them are leaders of comprehensive large consortiums, sardine cans like pestle in the square in front of the main hall, black umbrellas on the ground to hold up a thick cloud.

People took the opportunity to exchange pleasantries and talk, and after shedding a few tears falsely, they sincerely started exchanging feelings.

"Mr. Zhao, long time no see."

"Ahhh Old Chow, it's been a long time since we've seen each other!"

......

No one noticed that there was a black commercial car that had long been parked outside the temple in the Hu City Cemetery Park, yet the door was slow to open.

The car was parked in a good position to look out from the inside and get a good view of the front of the temple.

The most sophisticated intelligent business car of 2030 has already realized a sophisticated driverless function. Therefore this business car did not have a driver, only in sat two youths.

One of them is a famous young man named Yan Ling, a director who has won many awards abroad at a young age and has just returned to China in the past two years.

The other youth is not much famous, but he is tall and handsome, with deep brow and eye contours, straight nose and thin lips, and a gentle, laid-back temperament that is not inferior to that of the glamorous stars. At this moment he is side head, lazily looking out the window.

Yan Ling smiled at the youth and said, "Young master. Are you sure you don't want to get off?"

"I'm glad I came, what's the point of getting out of the car." The youth was a bit gangly, "Waiting for these grave sweepers to hand me their business cards?"

"Hahaha, fair enough. You'd better sit down then." Yan Ling smiles playfully and crosses her legs, "Geez, He's family is just awesome, they actually managed to make the puja a chamber of commerce. Admirable, admirable. But then again, is there even one person in this group who is genuinely here to pay tribute to Mr. He?"

"There will be one." The youth said lightly, "The people aren't here yet, so if you wait a little longer, you should be able to see them."

At one o'clock and eight minutes, the temple's puja bells rang out and the wooden fish emptied.

"The Supreme Profound and Subtle Dharma, which is difficult to encounter in a hundred million kalpas, I have seen and heard and received, and I wish to understand the true meaning of the Buddha ......"

The sound of Buddha's voice cuts through the curtain of pouring rain, and green smoke rises in the incense burner.

"As I have heard, at one time the Buddha was in the Dolich Heaven. He spoke for his mother, and at that time there were infinite worlds in the ten directions ......"

Under the black umbrella, the black clothes kneeled and pressed like an ink tide.

The puja lasted for more than half an hour, and after the chanting was over, those bosses and noblewomen came forward one by one, lighting incense and offering worship. The rest of the people who didn't have a turn gathered in twos and threes, standing under umbrellas and talking in whispers.

In the people one after another to pay their respects, the puja will be rested, suddenly a cab cut through the rain curtain, in the rainstorm brake, ear-piercing sound of the wheels scratching the ground attracted the presence of people have sideways glances. The door of the car opened and closed with a bang, inside came out a man still wearing a hospital white coat, looks like it is in a hurry to come, even without an umbrella.

Just then, thunder roared, purple electricity cracked the sky, and in the dim downpour, the lightning illuminated the lean face of the visitor.

It was a man who looked about thirty-five or thirty-six, because of the long-term study of academics, not much sunshine, the skin looked pale and bloodless. But he did not look weak at all, on the contrary, his eyes were biting cold, with a kind of macho majesty, and the bookishness was also very heavy, dripping with the noble conceit peculiar to the readers.

But strangely enough, the more so, the more indescribably beautiful he was, as if one could see hard ice and think of soft water.

Even, think of the bogeyman.

The youth in the car folded his fingers, and only then lazily topped a smile mark, just a cold piece of the eyes, no warmth: "Really mourning people came."

After saying that, he instructed the AI, "Open the window."

The windows came down immediately, and the sound of pouring rain instantly filled his eardrums.

At the same time came the whispers of people who saw that visitor: "Is this ...... Xie Qingcheng?"

"Why is he here too? What's his relationship with Mr. He ......"

The eyes of the hall swept by, the man named Xie Qingcheng, but as if he heard nothing, nothing to see, as if those who look at the murmur or eyes, can not touch his clothes.

He walked right up to the Buddha Hall, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the Master.

"I'm a friend of He Jiwei's. Twelve years of sacrifice. I've come to burn incense for him."

The Zen master handed him the incense, and he calmly took the burning incense, raised it high above his head, closed his eyes, and worshipped it down.

Under the cuffs of his rain-soaked shirt, a thin wrist was revealed, and you could see pale green veins under the skin, as well as ebony-colored sandalwood beads on the skin. Strangled on his hand, from a distance, it looked like a rope of bondage.

Straighten up.

Inserted the incense, worshiped three more times, and turned around.

To the Master, he folded his arms and said, "Thank you very much."

This time his face was directly in front of the nanny car in which the youth was sitting, and as the thin, pale green smoke blew across his face, the youth got a good look at the face of the man who stood under the tiled roof.

Despite the man's appearance nowadays, he had aged a bit, thirty-six or seventeen years old, long past the age when it was worth bothering to play around. But his features were still handsome, and he could clearly see the shadow of what he had been more than a decade ago.

He Yu looked at him and couldn't help remembering many years ago, when he was still small-

It was Xie Qingcheng, the man who had looked at him like he was trash. No, maybe that's too polite a description.

Xie Qingcheng didn't even bother to lift up his eyes to look at him, only treating him as a madman, as a child who shouldn't be alive and in the way.

He disliked him, trampled on him, ignored him.

And now, this man once again appeared in front of him, still the same unperturbed bones, cold as if the eyes never see into anyone.

The youth's heart suddenly tickled very slightly.

He glanced down at the location of his heart, as if he was slightly surprised by the momentary strange sensation he had just experienced, but his expression remained indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

Yan Ling realized something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"

The youth's light brown eyes flashed with some malignant luster, his appearance was elegant, but his expression was gangly: "Nothing, it's just that I saw that he was pretty, and suddenly I quite wanted to make a friend with him."

"...... Pfft!!!" Yan Ling was drinking water and almost spewed it out when she sniffed, "Cough cough cough, it can't be that friend I understand, can it?"

"Hmm?"

"You're sick! He could be your father at his age!"

"It's just a search for fun, as long as you find it interesting, what people can't." The youth faded.

"......" Yan Ling said, "Save your breath, look at this-"

His eyes swept over Xie Qingcheng's long legs and broad shoulders, his javelin-like waist, his sharp eyes, and his stalwart, manly face.

"It's not easy to mess with at first glance, how do you play him?"

The youth supported his chin with his hand, thought for a while, and lazily said, "Just, play like this."

Yan Ling : "Shit, you're not serious ...... this person does not meet your aesthetic at all, you want to play you also find a type you like ah! For example, Dr. Su's kind of intellectual elegance and gentle initiative ...... Speaking of which, don't you like Dr. Su?"

"I have no favorite." The youth interrupted him.

Yan Ling was silent.

The asshole was right, he had known him for so long, and had never sensed that the man had ever been sincere about anything, and though the youth was always civilized and elegant, always smiling, and good at disguises, his smiles were so perfunctory, and his blood was so cold, that the smiles just didn't diffuse into his eyes.

Having said that, Xie Qingcheng over there has finished his worship and is leaving.

He walked down the steps amidst the complicated gazes of the crowd, and this kind of bookishness was heavy to the extreme, and his temperament was often ethereal. He stood in the depths of these crowds of people dressed in black gowns, like a wisp of a blip in the night, clear and white, but able to attract the most gazes.

The youth looked at his departing back, and the soft, calm eyes gradually became playful.

Seeing this situation, Yan Ling couldn't help but say, "Hey, hey, hey, big young master, really! Forget it! You'd better give up this idea while you still can, it's too difficult, look at the way he's so proud, he doesn't even bother to look at people, he won't care about you."

The youth laughed, "It is very difficult. But he may not ignore me."

He turned his head and looked toward the crowd that was gradually dispersing after the puja, and his eyes fell through the rain curtain to the tablet of He Jiwei's long life in front of the temple of Earth Store Bodhisattva.

"As long as I tell him who I am."

Chapter II

The day after the anniversary of He Jiwei's death.

In front of a bed in the Emergency Department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Shanghai University, a group of doctors and nurses in white coats were gathered around. At the head of the emergency department is the director Liu Wei, a forty-year-old thundering middle-aged female doctor, she took a flashlight to shine the patient's pupils, around the examination of the car accident patient's injuries, to the side of the small nurses said:

"Request neurosurgical consultation."

"Yes!"

Resuscitation is being carried out in a race against time, suddenly intern doctor Xiao Xiong shouted: "Director Liu! The patient is having difficulty breathing! Ventricular fibrillation!"

All the values on the monitor began to fluctuate ominously, blood pressure oximetry heart rate went straight down, 70...50......

Accompanying the patient was his prospective fiancée. Today was the day for the two of them to take their wedding photos, but as a result, after the last photo was taken, a truck carrying goods suddenly drove by out of control, and her husband pushed her out of the way, only to be hit in the brain by a steel bar that fell from the truck.

The bride is still wearing a white wedding dress, but the beads and diamonds on the saree has been stained with her husband's blood, she lost her voice in the emergency department resuscitation room and cried: "Doctors! Doctors, you save her! Save him!"

"Family members please calm down and wait outside!"

"Prepare adrenaline administration!"

The bride, however, was completely devastated, she couldn't hear a word, tears were blossoming her delicate makeup, she tried her best to jump to the hospital bed and hold her husband's hand, "We're getting married next week, he's marrying me next week ...... Please... . please ......!"

The nurses in the emergency department had to scramble to stop her, the medication was ready, and the young nurse, who had not yet seen life and death, tearfully carried the bride to the side.

"Epinephrine 1 milligram, static push!"

"Yes!"

"Static push complete!"

"Defibrillator!"

The defibrillator was pushed in, and Director Liu commanded in a calm, cold and taut voice, "Charge 200 joules and prepare to defibrillate."

The assistant quickly commissioned the equipment, "Charging 200 joules, over!"

Director Liu took the defibrillator, "All personnel leave the bedside!"

"200 joules defibrillation, one time!"

"Bang--!"

The defibrillator bounces heavily in front of the patient's chest.

Drip-drip-drip.

Cold sweat oozed out from the forehead of every rescuer, and all of them stared intently at the fluctuating values on the monitor, their hearts hanging in the air.

"Again."

"Aye! Charging 200 joules, over!"

"Get out of the way!"

Bang--!

Another electric shock flick, Director Liu's beads of sweat dripped down her eyelashes and pierced straight into her eyes, but she was oblivious to the fact that her eyes were dyed scarlet as she watched the display on the screen without blinking.

"Please ...... please ...... please ......"

The bride's shrill and desperate cries were just outside the emergency curtain, but they still couldn't hide the ticking sound of the instrument as if it were a judgment. Intern doctor Xiao Xiong cried and looked toward Liu Wei, who was still performing CPR on the patient, and choked in a small voice: "Director ......"

Time passes and the heart rate still hasn't recovered.

Footsteps came from outside the ward, and the little nurse who was sent to the neurosurgery department to invite someone ran in anxiously, "Director Liu, Director Xie is here!"

The light blue partition curtain was pulled open with a crash, and in walked a chief neurosurgeon in his mid-thirties, 180 tall, with broad shoulders and a straight back, was Dr. Xie Qingcheng, who was working.

Xie Qingcheng almost carried the wind with him as he walked, the hem of his tightly fastened white coat still fluttering. He wore a mask, revealing his grim black eyebrows and sharp eyes, his brows were cold and hard, and he looked different from all the doctors in the emergency department, with only sobriety between his brows, without any personal feelings.

When the doctors in the emergency department saw him, they all just nodded and didn't say anything more, except for the intern bear who didn't know his temperament and choked up and said to him, "Director Xie, this patient was in a car accident, he-"

Xie Qingcheng didn't listen to her finish her sentence, only looking to the patient's head and back to the vitals meter.

"CT."

"Here it is."

Xie Qingcheng took the film from the emergency department nurse and quickly finished reading it. He returned the film to the nurse and shook his head.

"It hurts too much."

Liu Wei turned a deaf ear to Xie Qingcheng s judgment and gritted his teeth, "Thirty minutes have not yet arrived, Little Bear, change hands! ...... Cub?"

Bear, the internist, cried more and more and actually froze in place without reacting.

Liu Wei glared at her, and another doctor next to her immediately stepped forward and took over CPR from Dr. Liu Wei, folding his hands and pressing on the patient's chest and ribs, "Hold on!"

Xie Qingcheng looked at their busy condition, and then raised his eyes to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

Thirty minutes passed quickly.

Liu Wei eventually stopped the compressions on her chest and ribs, sweat dripping down her face as she hung her head almost disheveledly low and whispered, "Announce the time of death."

Bear choked on his tearful voice, barely able to speak, "Time of death, time of death, 17:09 p.m."

It was the first time she had faced such a tragic and sudden death, and when she finished, she couldn't help but wail.

"Don't cry ......"

Her older siblings comforted her.

Still biting his lip, Bear said, "Oooooooooooo......"

Xie Qingcheng glanced at her, and that look of extreme indifference to life and death made the new doctor's heart shake violently, followed by boundless shock and indignation.

"Why are you, why are you looking at me like that?"

Xie Qingcheng originally didn't intend to speak, but he didn't expect that this little doctor, who was newborn and not afraid of tigers, would actually just stick her neck out at him and indignantly ask a question. Since she asked, he had nothing to beat around the bush and simply said, "You're like this, not suitable for emergency medicine."

Said the man who took his eyes off the little bear and addressed the tired and heartbroken Liu Wei:

"If there are no other patients needing consultation, I'll go back to God's Outside."

Liu Wei tense face, do not even bother to look at him, nodded, Xie Qingcheng, head without turning back and left. Outside the woman received news of her husband's death cried and fainted on the ground, the entire emergency department is filled with the pungent smell of blood and medical supplies smell, the family's crying, silent doctor ...... flesh and blood of the heart set to trembling everything, did not let Xie Qingcheng stop his footsteps.

The words "healer's heart" have nothing on him.

During shift changeover time, the disinfection area is running on tap.

The body has been temporarily transported to the morgue, and after communicating with the family, the doctors in the emergency department are doing the rest of the aftermath. Each of them looked very tired, especially Dr. Xiao Xiong, although she is a doctor, but in fact is just a little girl in her early twenties, saw such a life and death, still can not be calm inside for a long time, and from time to time to huff and puff, pulling two pieces of paper to twist snot.

"Alas, Little Bear, don't be sad anymore, learn from Director Xie, how sensible he is, don't cry haha, when you cry we also follow more difficult ah."

Director Liu Wei was removing his surgical gloves when he sniffed and gouged them out, "Let her learn what? Is the neurosurgical one sane?"

The deputy director of the emergency department advised her, "Sister Liu, you should say less, it's a crowded place."

Liu Wei is straight, glaring at him: "Why should I say less? His attitude is not for people to say! He's not being rational, he's being ruthless! Oh, nothing before he left, he also lectured the doctors in our department, saying what 'you like this, not suitable for emergency medicine', really take himself as a father he also, he has done emergency medicine? What does he know."

Those doctors just stopped talking.

Dr. Xie of the neurosurgery department, the people in the hospital privately either called him Father Xie or medical equipment. Almost everyone knows that he is calm to the point of meanness, sensible to the point of ruthlessness, sharp to the point of cold-bloodedness. Although the doctor is a job, but people are not grass, who can easily cut their feelings?

Xie Qingcheng, however, can.

Because he had been outspoken and said he didn't like the job of a doctor at all.

No one could see in him the compassion that doctors are known to have; he was like an expensive and advanced medical device, doing his thing steadily and accurately, dealing with death, but not moving or caring about the sorrows and joys that took place in the hospital. He did nothing more than take being a highly skilled neurosurgeon as proof of his superior intellect. Beyond that, there seems to be nothing else on his mind.

"I just wonder what this kind of person's private life is like." Although Director Liu Wei is highly skilled in medicine and kind and responsible, for all those who point fingers at people in her department, she has to curse back behind her back, "How did his wife look at him in the first place, it's really hit the fan."

Bear: "Director Xie is still married?"

"Tied the knot ah, but this is not in the process of divorce? Wife ran to the hospital leadership last time to make trouble, said the whole day does not release people, and he has no time to talk about a divorce agreement." Liu Wei snorted, "If you ask me, you deserve it."

One by one, the shift doctors packed up and left, chatting as they went, and as they passed by the window in the neurosurgery corridor, they caught sight of an upright back.

Xie Qingcheng stood in the afterglow of the sunset, his back to them, alone, talking on his cell phone.

[The draft of the small ma literature version goes here ...... Anyway, it hasn't been written that way since then ...... This version isn't good either, so I've deleted it ...... I'll write about small ma literature next time I have the opportunity to do so ......]