My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 89 Night Reading: The Most Universal Skill in All Realms (Sixth Update)
Yaroslavl Railway Station.

Beneath the enormous dome, the air was filled with the clamor of voices, the whirring of steam locomotives mingling with the Russian announcements over the station's loudspeakers, and the air thick with the scents of coal smoke, engine oil, and distant snowstorms.

Qin Yuan and his group stood on the platform, waiting for the K3 international train to depart.

The gray skies of Moscow in winter seem to hang low, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

The dome of the Yaroslavl train station appeared exceptionally tall and expansive in the twilight, its steel frame supporting a pale yellow sky.

Qin Yuan looked up and felt that the sky seemed a little lower than usual, but perhaps it was just his imagination.

Perhaps it was some kind of psychological suggestion from the punishment of those petty thieves from the Caucasus Gang?
He looked around. The platform was bustling with all sorts of people hurrying by, but there were indeed far fewer of those iconic bald figures than usual.

"It seems that sometimes fists are more direct than reason," Qin Yuan thought to himself with a sneer.

He wasn't worried about the warehouse. The new 2,000-square-meter warehouse in the city center had significantly increased security. In addition, the Soviet authorities still maintained their dominance in the capital, Moscow, so those local bullies had to think twice about the weight of their iron fist.

This game is real life, and life itself is a game that requires following the rules and making good use of them.
Yangcheng Dachao's words became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"Brother Yuan! The car is here!" Binzi's loud voice interrupted Qin Yuan's thoughts.

In the distance, a long, dark green steel train, spewing white steam, slowly pulled into the platform like a lurking beast.

"Get in the car!" Qin Yuan waved his hand.

Binzi, Wu Weiguo, Gangzi, and Magan'er immediately picked up their luggage, surrounded Qin Yuan, and skillfully found their private room.

The atmosphere on the return journey was much more relaxed than on the way there.

Inside the compartment, Gangzi shoved his luggage under his bunk and exclaimed impatiently, "Finally, we can go back! Brother Yuan, you have no idea how bored I've been in Moscow these past few days! That black bread, that borscht, I ate it every day, even the best food got cloying!"

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Qin Yuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Alright, alright, I know you're craving it. I'll take you guys to eat Old Liu's lamb spine hot pot when we get back; I'm craving it too!"

"Hey! Long live Brother Yuan!" Gangzi rubbed his hands excitedly.

Even Ma Gan'er showed a rare smile, no longer the gloomy and silent person he usually was.

Wu Weiguo leaned back in his bunk, relaxed, and closed his eyes to rest.

In the past month or two, they have traveled from Khabarovsk to Moscow, from the bread factory to the Kvas Empire, every step of which has been thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Only now, as I board the train back home, hear the familiar local accent, and savor this rare moment of leisure on my journey, have I truly relaxed.

Gangzi's eyes darted around, and he suddenly nudged Magan'er next to him with his elbow, grinning mischievously, "Magan'er, you're something else! You found a big-butt, easy-to-have wife in Moscow without making a sound?"

"I heard she's the daughter of a merchant from the Cheka market? Her name is Zoya, right? It's a pretty name!"

Upon hearing this, Binzi and Wu Weiguo became interested. Even Wu Weiguo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Magan with a smile.

Pockmarked face flushed red instantly, and he stammered, "No...nothing like that...it's just...I just helped out with a little something..."

"Just helped out a little?" Gangzi exclaimed. "Helping out a little and you can hook up with a girl? You're quite the expert at 'helping out'! No wonder you've been the only one with the students at the Cheka market these past few days, you were guarding your love!"

Binzi couldn't help but tease, "Wow, you're quite the hidden talent! When are you going to bring it back for the brothers to see?"

Wu Weiguo laughed and said, "That's right! When are you getting married? I'll definitely give you a big red envelope then!"

The laughter and chatter made Ma Gan'er blush even more. He scratched his head awkwardly and whispered, "Zhuoya... Zhuoya's visa hasn't been processed yet... I'll take her back home for the New Year so my parents can meet her..." He suddenly looked up at Qin Yuan, his eyes filled with anticipation and solemnity: "Brother Yuan, you have to be my witness at the wedding!"

Qin Yuan looked at the rare seriousness and happiness in Ma Gan'er's eyes and felt a warmth in his heart. He patted Ma Gan'er's shoulder hard and said, "Don't worry! As your older brother, I will definitely make sure this wedding is a grand affair! Zhuoya is a good girl, treat her well."

"Yes!" Magan nodded vigorously, his face beaming with happiness.

The brothers chatted and laughed, sharing their joy at returning home and their hopes for the future. The fatigue of the journey seemed to be lessened by this warm atmosphere.

This long journey of six days and six nights seemed to become a rare haven of rest for these brothers who were fighting hard in a foreign land.

As night deepened, the train rumbled rhythmically on the tracks, the lights in the carriages dimmed, and everyone gradually quieted down, lying down to rest on their narrow berths.

Gangzi soon began to snore softly, muttering indistinctly, "Lamb spine...large portion..."

Qin Yuan did not lie down immediately.

He leaned against his bunk and, in the dim light of the connecting area between the carriages, took out a thick book from his backpack.

The cover clearly displays the Russian text: "Hich's Internal Medicine".

The cold light illuminated his focused profile.

He turned the pages, his gaze calmly sweeping over the complex anatomical diagrams, pathological descriptions, and drug names.

Recalling what Yangcheng Da Chao said in the group chat: "Follow the rules of this world... Dare to try, dare to touch the limits..."

Qin Yuan's mind was in turmoil.

The myriad realms... behind this so-called "game" are countless worlds that may be completely different.

In the year 1990, thanks to his foresight and understanding of business rules, he initially established himself.

But what about the next world? And the one after that?
In those unknown worlds with vastly different rules, or even potentially wild and dangerous ones, what are the most essential, universal, and powerful "skills" that allow people to gain a foothold and even take the initiative?
Qin Yuan believes it is medicine.

Doctors are an indispensable force in any era and any civilization.

Treating the sick and saving lives can earn basic trust and respect, mastering drug knowledge can bring enormous wealth, and certain special "miracle drugs," such as penicillin, which he knew in his previous life, are strategic resources capable of shaking up the landscape in a specific historical context.

knowledge is power.

Medical knowledge, at the level of survival, is often the most direct source of power.

He previously used achievement points to assist in learning Russian, with remarkable results, demonstrating the significant boost achievement points can provide to learning abilities.

Like a greedy sponge, he began to consciously absorb the knowledge and nourishment of this world, not just business, but also this kind of hardcore skill that can transcend the boundaries of the world.

He didn't know if the other players were aware of this as well.

Are those top-ranked players only focused on accumulating wealth in this world, or are they, like him, already making plans for a broader "multiverse"?

The beginner world... its significance goes far beyond simply teaching players how to make money.

Yangcheng Dachao's reminder was like a wake-up call.

Qin Yuan realized that what was more important was to help players truly understand the basic gameplay of the "Myriad Realms" game.

Treat yourself as a real participant, learn, adapt, explore, and utilize the rules of each world, rather than just being a fleeting passerby who only wants to rack up points.

The sound of the train clashing against the rails was monotonous and heavy, like a series of low drumbeats.

Qin Yuan was immersed in the ocean of medical knowledge, his fingertips tracing the words and diagrams on the pages, his eyes focused and bright.

The increased mental agility and comprehension brought about by achievement points enabled him to absorb this complex information more efficiently.

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