Boss Cao Is Truly Spitting Blood

At the same time.
Liu Bei wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his eyes quietly glancing at Zhuge Liang beside him, filled with an indescribable strange meaning.
Zhuge Liang at this moment was also using a certain strange gaze to continuously and carefully assess Liu Bei.
The others around them also used this strange gaze, looking back and forth between the two.
For a moment, the scene immediately fell into a strangely stagnant atmosphere.
"Pfft..." Someone, unable to hold it in, let out a sound.
The eerie silence was immediately broken, and a wave of suppressed laughter spread through the surrounding air.
Liu Bei's expression tightened. He naturally felt every gaze, filled with incomprehensible meaning, directed towards him.
He wondered, could he now learn a bit from Cao Lao Ban, who feigned madness after killing someone? Could he fool them?
He forced an awkward yet polite smile, and discussed with a brother beside him what to eat later.
Liu Bei consciously ignored the dazzling sky screen, as well as Zhuge Liang and the others beside him.
Zhuge Liang also tactfully ignored Liu Bei.
He shifted his gaze, continuing to discuss the next itinerary with the others.
Having just seized Yi Province, there were naturally many matters to attend to.
As Liu Bei's strategist, he naturally could not refuse these tasks.
To the north.
"Pfft, cough, cough—"
A similar quiet scene was broken by a fit of coughing.
Cao Lao Ban, his face numb, turned to look at everyone making sounds.
Cao Lao Ban: mmm.
Suddenly, an exclamation rang out.
Looking closely, one could see a trace of fresh blood spilling from Cao Cao's mouth.
"Not good, the Prime Minister is so angry he's fainted!"
"Quick, quick, quick, call the physician!"
"Ah, Xun Yu has also fainted, quick, quick, quick, someone come and help him, help him! Xun Yu is too heavy, I can't hold on much longer!!!"
After a flurry of commotion, the eagerly awaited physician was finally quickly carried over.
That's right, carried.
After all, the physician was an old man, not fast.
But with someone carrying him, the speed was fast, though the physician looked quite shaken.
He kept saying: "Slower, oh, slower! My old bones are about to be shattered by you..."
The person carrying the physician didn't care how the physician felt. Upon arrival, he put the physician down, making him immediately take a pulse.
The physician was a bit dazed, his old face full of panic.
"This physician isn't an idiot, is he!"
"What if he fainted? Should we go get another one?"
"The Prime Minister's situation is urgent, no mistakes allowed. This physician is probably just a bit dizzy. Let him recover a bit, he should be fine."
Small voices from the side reached the old physician, who, after hearing them, was utterly speechless.
You people still have the nerve to discuss here, it was clearly your bandit-like behavior, forcibly tying me up and bringing me here...
"The Prime Minister fainted from anger affecting his heart, causing his old illness to relapse. I will prescribe several doses of medicine for the Prime Minister shortly. Taking them will help."
The old physician finished taking the pulse, looked up, and said this to the worried and concerned people around him.
"During this period, the Prime Minister needs to rest diligently and avoid overexertion. Furthermore, remember that the Prime Minister's diet should be light, not too salty or strongly flavored, otherwise, I fear there will be..." The old physician understood that he couldn't say everything, leaving some room for imagination in this scenario.
Although not finished, the implication was quickly and fully understood by the many intelligent minds present.
Thus, everyone nodded in understanding, acknowledging his words.
Then one person waved a hand, calling for someone to escort the physician back.
Afterward, the room fell silent again.
Everyone looked at each other, a little embarrassed, not knowing where to start.
Finally, their eyes met, and they unanimously decided that what happened today would be treated as if it never occurred.
As for when the Prime Minister woke up and asked, would they answer?
That would naturally be feigning ignorance or adapting to the situation.
Their internal issues were resolved, but everyone still looked miserable, as if their hair was falling out from worry.
Whether their internal issues were resolved was not really that important; what was important was that the people below had all seen the sky screen, and that was the most urgent matter.
For a moment, all the strategists and martial generals were so worried their hair was falling out, yet none could come up with a good solution.
In the end, they could only hope that when the Prime Minister woke up, his heart would be strong enough not to let the absurd rumors outside make his illness worse.
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Modern era.
Lin Si Yue finished watching the video, then scrolled through the comment section. Seeing nothing interesting, she swiped past the video.
She considered herself a pervert, but compared to the current level of perversion, she was probably a "fresh and innocent" type.
Therefore, this kind of thrilling, thunderous text.
Although she somewhat wanted to watch it, she couldn't watch it now.
At least, it had to be after midnight, watched secretly.
【How painful it is for foreigners to learn the profound Chinese language.】
The common people of various dynasties looked at the new title appearing on the sky screen, and for a moment, they were all a bit at a loss, not understanding.
They could generally comprehend the meaning, but what they didn't understand was:
Who were foreigners?
Why would they want to learn Chinese?
Why was learning Chinese painful?
These questions made them ponder a hundred times without an answer, only feeling bewildered, completely unable to grasp it.
Later Han people: Isn't Chinese something you've known since childhood? How can learning it be painful (confused)?
And the sky screen now displayed content.
In the image appeared a blond, blue-eyed foreigner.
He was speaking a passage of Chinese with a not-so-standard accent, struggling and awkwardly.
Lin Si Yue opened the bullet comments as usual.
Immediately, white bullet comments appeared from the sky screen, then quickly scrolled past.
<I once watched a video where the foreigner couldn't distinguish between 'l' and 'n', always chanting 'l-l-n-n-l-l-n-n'... In the end, his tongue got tied, and he still couldn't speak fluently.>
<What you're talking about is nothing. I once encountered something even stranger. A foreign student asked me about the difference between 'yi he wei zhi' (以何为之) and 'he yi wei zhi' (何以为之). At that time, I was truly 'dumbfounded' in capital letters, not knowing what the difference was between these two. Later, I asked the other party where they saw it, and only after looking up the original text did I realize that the former means 'by what means to do it', and the latter means 'for what reason to do it'.>
<It's normal. Chinese is just like that, profound and extensive. Even we native speakers don't necessarily understand some phrases, let alone foreigners. What level are those people at? They probably can't even distinguish the difference between 'zheng' (争 - to contend) and 'zheng' (征 - to conquer), after all, these two meanings have some overlap.>
<What, I remember these two clearly having no overlap, how did you make that up?>
<Although these two don't have direct overlap, they are somewhat similar. You can extend it, round it up, and it counts as an overlap.>
<How interesting, you play with Chinese characters so fluently! Tell me! How many points did you get in the character game and reading comprehension test!>
<My teacher once asked me to explain a classical Chinese text, and I explained it this way, but the teacher explained it that way. Although our two explanations were different, when compared to the original text, there were no errors, and both could be reasonable. Isn't that miraculous?>
<I don't care if it's miraculous or not, I'm just curious if you passed in the end, and how many points you got.>
<How interesting, you're a devil, aren't you? People are willing to share such private matters for our enjoyment, and you're stabbing them online. Ptooey—cough, what, consider that I've cursed him for you, so secretly tell me the answer of how many points you got, I promise, I absolutely won't reveal a single bit.>
<That's fine, if he dares to share it, you don't need to reveal it, I can see it too.>
<In Chinese, if the position of a word or character changes even slightly, the meaning of the entire sentence can become completely different, one could say it's worlds apart.>
<That's right, when I read classical Chinese without punctuation, I couldn't understand it at all. The placement of punctuation is also extremely crucial. If it's a bit early or a bit late, it can turn the meaning of the entire sentence into a completely unrelated one.>
<I once saw a foreigner asking what the difference was between 'luò zài dì shàng' (fall on the ground) and 'diào xià dì shàng' (drop onto the ground). I thought about it myself and felt there was no difference, after all, it's like 'no good fruit to eat' and 'there is good fruit to eat'.>
<That's nothing. I once saw a foreigner who actually thought 'lao bu si' (老不死 - old immortal, but often used as an insult meaning 'old geezer who won't die') was a compliment. He thought not dying in old age meant longevity.>
<I saw that video too. Later, that foreigner chatted with an old man in his eighties or nineties, and he said the other party was 'lao bu si'. I immediately burst out laughing.>
<The old man didn't directly beat him to death on the spot; one can only say the old man had high oxygen levels. If it were me, I'd at least give that tactless fellow two hard slaps to make him understand what can and cannot be said in my Great China.>
<Question! 'On principle, it's not possible', does it mean it's possible or not possible?>
<"On principle, it's not possible" can mean it's possible. "On principle, it's possible" can mean it's not possible. Everyone knows that our country's written culture shouldn't be too deep. For example, I once saw a piece of news saying that in our country, the average person works X hours per day, X days per week. Do you believe that?>
<I work 11 hours a day, 77 hours a week (not counting overtime), no weekends. As a 'dog' (self-proclaimed), I say, I don't believe it, absolutely don't believe it. Anyone who believes it is a fool.>
<This is averaging in people who don't work, right!>
<So, the charm of Chinese is very profound. To fully understand all these meanings is fundamentally impossible.>
<I know why, because the meaning of Chinese is expanding every moment. For example, 'ju hua' (chrysanthemum), it used to be just a flower, now it's a 'flesh flower' (slang for anus). How is this not expanding the inclusive scope of a word?>
<Otherwise, how do you think some Chinese characters we use now simultaneously encompass dozens of meanings?>
<That naturally comes from our predecessors adding to it. For example, we modern people are also striving to make Chinese even more profound and extensive, madly adding various meanings to every repeated character. Things like 'white lotus' and 'green tea' are two new masterpieces of the era.>
<So that's why our Huaxia's assimilative and creative power is so strong?>
<What does this have to do with assimilative power?>
<How is it not related? Look at how many new words circulating online now came from outside, and then were strongly assimilated and transformed into our own things.>
<Makes sense. So I'll wait a few years until all the Halloween costumes are our Great China's gods, immortals, demons, and monsters. On that day, I must wear Hanfu and go as a floating little fairy.>
<Confucius said: 'Rites collapsed and music was destroyed. Destruction refers to the ancient traditional Zhou rites.' – During the Warring States period, they said: 'What does it matter if there's no martial virtue? It's our own culture anyway, as long as it can be passed down.' – Later generations said: 'Revise, it must be revised...'>
<Indeed, the traditional cultures that have been passed down to us today are, in reality, completely transformed from their original appearance. In between, it's either to adapt to the times, or out of deference to certain people, revised and revised again, created and created again, fused with other elements and fused again, until today, even the original author might only see a few shadows within it (and even then, they'd have to look closely).>
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