"Cough..." This is an unsuppressible cough.

"Dong..." This is the sound of picking up the teacup but quickly letting go.

"Squeak..." This is the sound of the seat moving.

The noise one after another fully reflects the deep uneasiness.

In the large conference room that accommodates hundreds of people, not to mention the dozens of decision makers of the "United Nations Interim Commission for Astronomical Events" sitting at the central conference table, even the attendees were all people who had experienced countless storms and waves. During their climb to their current seat, I don't know how many important decisions have been made.

However, the past "significant", "emergency" and "serious situations" were not worth mentioning in the face of the astronomical events that concern the lives of 7 billion people around the world.

Previous experience is useless, and practice is full of concerns. The situation warned by the spokesperson is so serious. The conference room represents constant noises of depression and anxiety, but no one speaks, and there is not even a whispering movement.

In the conference room, there were both strange silence and continuous noise.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, the host sitting in the first place gently knocked on the table: "Do everyone agree with the judgment of the medical office?"

"Agree..." "Agree..." "Agree..." "Agree..."

Dozens of arms were raised one after another, and only a few arms raised, and several questions were raised:

"What are the consequences?" "The consequences are extremely serious, how serious are they?" "What does it mean to be on the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the 'way'?" "Can the drug be treated?"

The spokesperson of the medical office waited for everyone to raise questions of their concern before starting to answer: "The first question is the consequence."

"In fact, the consequences of depression have been reflected... We have counted various data on Mr. Wu Qingchen's individual activities in the Middle Ages and group activities..."

"When participating in agricultural activities, Mr. Wu Qingchen's labor proficiency should theoretically be gradually improved, but his labor efficiency has been declining. In addition, when treating plowing oxen, as the time to return to the earth approaches, Mr. Wu Qingchen's error rate also showed abnormal growth data..."

"The manifestation of physiological signs is also very direct: in the Middle Ages, with the development of Mr. Wu's depression, during night breaks, Mr. Wu's peak breathing frequency increased by 23%, and the number of turnovers increased by 7 times on average. On the day when the most treatments of plowing oxen also showed adverse physiological reactions such as dilated pupils and flushing on the face..."

"The most serious thing is that according to the physical monitoring of the personal medical team, Mr. Wu Qingchen's body who was asleep on the earth had also experienced symptoms such as accelerated heartbeat, shortness of breath, fever in the head, and weak sweating on the back in the past few hours!"

"Cough..." "Dong..." "Squeak..."

Coughing, tea cups, tables and chairs began to make sounds one after another.

"The second question, time."

"According to the judgment of the Clinical Psychology Team of the Medical Office, the more serious consequence is that Mr. Wu Qingchen directly fell ill, and there were only about one to one and a half months left."

"Huh..." "It's okay..." "A little more than a month..." A large number of relieved sounds sounded in the conference room.

"One month to one and a half months refer to the time in the medieval world..." The spokesperson of the Medical Office mercilessly destroyed the participants' fantasies, "...It's three to five days to convert the earth! Moreover, within these three to five days, if Wu Qingchen encounters an emergency similar to a cowherd incident again, he may collapse directly at any time!"

"Last! Last!" The sound of collective breathing in the conference room forced the spokesperson of the medical office to raise his voice again and again: "The third question is medicine!"

"Dependence, toxicity, memory loss, respiratory depression, organ dysfunction! The side effects of existing antidepressants are prices that we cannot afford."

"What's more... everyone, I'll emphasize it again! The Middle Ages World has been arduous physical labor for 41 consecutive days, and the Earth has over 100 hours of full-load training... Don't think about any medicine anymore. Mr. Wu's current physiological and psychological state, taking any medicine will lead to more serious consequences!"

"Everyone! We should all be grateful to Mr. Wu... With such a harsh working environment and such a great psychological pressure, Mr. Wu was able to last for 41 days and add another 100 hours. Our entire medical office believes that this is already a great thing, but we should never continue like this."

"There are many examples of the consequences of continuing like this..."

"These days, our comrades have worked very hard... With a 30-minute break every 8 hours, many positions have also worked more than 100 hours in a row..."

"...The consequence is that work efficiency plummeted and the error rate rose rapidly. The combined two data are even higher than Wu Qingchen, and many departments are even much higher!"

Looking around the conference room, the spokesperson of the Medical Office final statement:

"I believe everyone doesn't want to... Next, Mr. Wu Qingchen will enter the medieval world again in this state."

The participants looked at each other and nodded repeatedly.

"Is there any other problem?"

After another silence, the host sitting at the first place gently patted the table again: "Since there are no questions, then please ask the medical office to continue explaining the solution."

"Okay..." The head of the medical office picked up the laser pen on the table again and clicked on several large screens in the front of the conference room again:

"The medical office believes that the following four major measures should be taken..."

"The first major aspect is to recognize Mr. Wu's achievements, thank Mr. Wu for his contributions, and provide psychological counseling to Mr. Wu Qingchen in all aspects."

"No problem." "There are arrangements now." "Dr. Ji has done a good job in this regard."

This is technical details and there is no room for discussion.

"In the second major aspect, the follow-up plan should try to make Mr. Wu avoid front-line manual labor, especially in bad, dirty, and other uncomfortable environments."

"Yes!" "Agree!" "No problem, the staff team has formulated a further position improvement plan."

The participants basically agreed with this.

"The third major aspect is to improve Mr. Wu Qingchen's sense of identity and belonging to the medieval world and the native residents of the medieval world, and enhance the positive stimulation effect of the medieval world on Mr. Wu Qingchen."

"This..." "You must grasp the details..." "You need to consider the interests of the earth at critical moments..."

The participants had different degrees of concern about this.

"The fourth major aspect is to allocate more time share to speed up the restoration of the interpersonal relationships, living environment, and some hobbies that Mr. Wu Qingchen is familiar with. Through these channels that Mr. Wu fully trusts, he can help Mr. Wu Qingchen rebuild his confidence, courage, and responsibility at the fastest speed and the closest way to his heart."

"Time is already very tight!" "Which project time is occupied?" "How to implement it? What are the detailed plans?"

"The specific details have actually started to prepare three days ago..."

The red dot of the laser pen opens up another series of videos and pictures:

"If the plan is passed, you can start implementing it now..."

———————

May 12, 2012 at 07:02.

Earth, China.

Thirteen meters underground, the wall thickness is at least three meters, and the bedroom is exactly the same as that in a certain place in Jiangxian County.

After his eyelids trembled slightly for a few seconds, Wu Qingchen slowly opened his eyes.

"Rising An, Master Cowherd."

Wu Qingchen turned his head a few meters away, leaning against the old position of the door, Officer Ji took off his hat, bent down, and saluted.

"Hey..." Seeing this kind of etiquette that looked quite like that, Wu Qingchen's smile when he woke up added a little more: "Get up, Police Officer Ji."

"Thank you, your breakfast is still the same?"

"Well..." As soon as breakfast was mentioned, the taste system that had been tortured by the Middle Ages for ten days was once again, and immediately began to secrete saliva: "Old look...the same look..."

"Okay, then you can wash up first..." Ji Mingming put on his hat, pointed to the master bedroom bathroom, turned around and walked towards the living room: "I'll prepare some."

Huh? Wasn't I sent it directly to the bedroom today?

Wu Qingchen was a little strange, but he didn't think much about it. The memories remaining in his body after ten days of the Middle Ages urged Wu Qingchen to walk into the bathroom impatiently.

Like the previous few days, the toothbrush has squeezed the toothpaste, the cup has been filled with warm water, and the towel has been soaked in warm water.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, and then change into soft casual clothes that you hung in at some point. Looking in the mirror, the young man inside was radiant.

After leaving the bathroom and pushing open the bedroom door, Wu Qingchen walked towards the living room.

"Dong!...Dong!...Dong!...Dong!..."

Four low heavy drums continued to ring.

“………………………………”

A short section of the carillon and the trumpet were entangled with each other, and the rapid melody quickly interpreted an inspiring atmosphere. The xylophone and the triangle iron followed closely behind, and a majestic and enthusiastic breath came to the face.

“………………………………”

After the passionate prelude, the sound of the bagpipe floated forward. Under the faint starlight, the lonely traveler drove the thin goats and staggered on the winding mud road in the countryside.

“………………………………”

The low and soft bass was quietly joined, the scorching sun was scorching, and the farmer was sweating like rain. He looked up and wiped the gaps in sweat. The grass that was urgently needed to be harvested was invisible and could not see the end.

“………………………………”

Accompanied by sand hammers, the drums rang out, and at dusk and sunset. Taking advantage of the last light, the tired farmers dragged their heavy plows and moved step by step towards their dilapidated thatched houses.

"Dong!...Dong!...Dong!...Dong!..."

The low heavy drums sounded four times again.

“………………………………”

The enthusiastic violin and trumpet made a comeback, and the catastrophe came like a storm. For the young sister, for the tired brother, for the desperate parents, and for the 7 billion lives he had to bear, the young farmer moved forward excitedly, forward, and forward again!

“………………………………”

The rhythm gradually soothed, and the gentle bagpipe appeared and faintly comforted the wanderer who had experienced hardships and caressed his tired body and heavy heart.

At some point, all the furniture was moved cleanly in Wu Qingchen's house.

The hall, dining room, guest room, and the aisle leading to the kitchen are placed in a row, with various musical instruments placed at any time.

In the messy space, a band of more than 20 people seemed to be sitting in the golden hall of Vienna, with a focused expression and even a pious performance.

After the song ended, the band members stood up one after another, crowded into a group of seven or eight yellow, white and black-skinned representatives applauded together.

"Smack, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

"Smack, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

"Smack, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

The thunderous applause stopped for a moment, and Li Ziping, who was standing in front, stretched out his hands to Wu Qingchen:

"Welcome back, hero of the earth!"

Holding Li Ziping's hands tightly, Wu Qingchen was already in tears at some point.
Chapter completed!