June 30th.
For some people, this was a very normal week, but it became especially unbearable and made them feel extremely restless.
For example, Bronshear, who had been in Hua Xia for three days.
Monster Industries wanted to set up seven medical centers in Hua Xia. Bronshear went straight to Shenzhen City to try his luck at the only Primordial Spirit Hand cooperative center.
But now, he was regretting his decision.
He wasn't the only one who wanted to try his luck at the center.
Meade Hospital in Shenzhen City not only had the Primordial Spirit Hand Experimental Center, but they also shocked the world with the Primordial Spirit Hand at the European Medical Conference.
It made all the medical experts rethink their views on science and medicine.
Of course, Wang Yanyu's Primordial Spirit Hand Experimental Center had become a sacred place for many people.
When Bronshear arrived, at least half of the Primordial Spirit Hand users who came from all over the world had set their destination in Shenzhen City.
They either took long-distance buses, trains or high-speed trains.
In just two days, all the three-star hotels in Shenzhen City were booked.
On the third day, even the theme hotels were filled with foreigners of different skin colors.
Bronshear was staying in a theme hotel twenty kilometers away from Meade Hospital.
He had been suffering from insomnia, not because of Little Card, but because it was getting closer and closer to July 1st.
There was only one night left.
Bronshear couldn't sleep, so he decided to sneak out of his room in the middle of the night.
He had to wait in line at Meade Hospital. He didn't know about the other hotels, but a third of the people in the hotel he was staying in were foreigners like him.
If he really stupidly waited until the next morning to line up, wouldn't he be completely screwed?
Two Germans were staying in the room next to Bronshear's. When they bumped into each other at the fast food restaurant, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep.
Bronshear didn't want to disturb them.
He closed the door softly, and then Bronhill, innocently and unexpectedly, looked at the door next door.
The two Germans were dressed neatly and looked like thieves. Their footsteps were softer than a cat's.
"What the hell!"
"What the hell!"
The three of them looked at each other for a long time before they could only glare at each other.
Once they were out of the hotel, they watched as the two Englishmen in the guest room got into a taxi and left.
The three of them boarded the next cab, and when they arrived at the open entrance of Mead Hospital, they were greeted by the sight before them.
The three people in the taxi cried out "God" in unison.
The entrance of Mead Hospital at one o 'clock in the morning was even more crowded than Times Square in New York during the holidays.
As far as the eye could see, there were no less than 20 police cars with flashing lights parked by the roadside. All the shops along the road had their doors wide open and their lights dimmed.
Someone called out the meat buns in English, 10 yuan for a meat bun.
Someone was calling for plastic stools. They were cheap and convenient queuing stools that cost 50 yuan each.
The line from the entrance of Mead Hospital extended all the way to the traffic light outside.
The team was divided into two groups, one with Hua Xia's face and the other with different skin tones.
But they all had one thing in common. Their left or right sleeves would always have one empty hand.
In this place, there was no need to worry about any strange gazes. Everyone openly showed their broken wrists.
Bronshear thought that it was over. He had worked so hard to get from the United States to Hua Xia.
But looking at the size of the line, Bronshear didn't think that it would be his turn.
The Primordial Spirit Hand couldn't be installed in three to five minutes, even if it was twenty minutes per person. Bronshear estimated that the line in front of him would take three to four days before it was his turn.
The ground under his feet wasn't locked. Unless he didn't eat, drink, sleep or go to the bathroom for three to four days, he wouldn't be able to get through.
Otherwise, as soon as he stepped out of the line, he wouldn't be able to squeeze back in.
It was a battle of willpower and physical limits. Bronshear, the redneck from Texas, was even prepared to pee on the ground.
An hour passed.
There was no end to the line behind Bloomhill.
Three hours passed.
Bronshear, who was still standing in the same spot, felt thirsty and hungry. He looked at the determined faces of his teammates in front and behind him. Their eyes showed that they would not give up until they fell.
Gritting his teeth, Bronshear tried to hypnotize himself.
After some time, Bronshear closed his eyes and endured silently. Suddenly, he heard a friendly Huston accent.
"Mineral water, plastic stools, and freshly baked hot dogs!"
Bronshear opened his eyes and saw a Hua Xia guy holding a white foam box and a string of plastic stools behind him.
This guy must have studied in Huston before!
Bronshear grabbed the young man like he was grasping at straws. "Handsome, how much are the stools?"
"Fifty dollars." The guy with glasses smiled shyly. "Both RMB and USD are fine."
Bronshear quickly took out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and asked quietly, "How much are the hot dogs?"
"Ten dollars."
"Give me two." Bronshear made up the bill. He decided not to eat it first. It was better to bring it with him just in case.
The guy who just returned from studying abroad put the hot dogs in a plastic bag and gave him a bottle of mineral water for free.
"Do you want to give me your number?" After giving him the water, the Hua Xia guy winked at Bronshear. "If you want to go to the bathroom, I can help you find a foreigner to line up for you. It's only fifty dollars."
"God, there's such a considerate service?"
Bronshear's eyes lit up. "Then can you help me line up?"
"Uh …" The guy scratched his head. "I don't have this service yet. Only foreigners can line up here."
"One hundred dollars an hour." Bronshear raised a finger.
"I … will think about it."
"No need to think about it. You can ask your friend to help." Bronshear opened his wallet and revealed a thick stack of USD. He said in a tempting tone, "Look at the line in front. It's not unusual to line up for two or three days."
"I don't have many merits. My family has two thousand acres of farmland and I just sold wheat before I came to Hua Xia."
"You studied in Huston before, right? I studied there too."
"Three thousand dollars a day." The guy took out his phone and was ready to call someone on WeChat.
"Shh!" Bronshear raised a finger and started to count the USD in his wallet.
…
At the crack of dawn, Blonshear's position was taken by a dark-skinned African.
This guy could speak Chinese but could not speak English. When he replaced Bronhill, his teammates kept glaring at him.
Bronshear didn't care. He ate his cold hot dog and rushed to the bathroom.
Two hours later, Bronshear, who was full, came back with a big bag of snacks.
Even if someone replaced him, Bronshear had to wait on the side in case anything happened.
While drinking Red Bull happily, he enjoyed the sight of the group of foreigners clenching their teeth in pain. Bronshear was relieved that his dad gave him a Citibank card before he came to Hua Xia.
The card contained the wheat he sold last month. After deducting the cost of next season's crops, he would have at least one Lamborghini left.
For the first time, Bronshear experienced the joy of having money in his pocket.
The people in Hua Xia didn't have to wait in line. They all had relatives to take turns with them.
At seven o 'clock in the morning, the prices that made the foreigners complain finally returned to normal.
Many volunteers came to deliver free water and bread.
At half past seven, the police had to set up a red line at the third traffic light to prevent people from queuing.
At this time, all the cars around Mead Hospital were banned. There was a sea of people on the road. Hundreds of media outlets were interviewing people with cameras.
After some time, the line that was nailed to the ground like wooden blocks suddenly burst into a wave of screams.
It was the Huaxia team next door that was screaming and cheering.
Because at the front of the line, the first lucky person in line was invited in by the two nurses from Mead Hospital.
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