174: Chapter 174: Family, we met my older brother, and he had an unbelievable foresight about the future.

Following the end of the live stream, Jiang Zhe's topics exploded across multiple platforms.

The gold content of Weibo continued its decline as always. Apart from being shocked and finding it inconceivable, the night-owl netizens offered no professional insights.

"Damn it, I hate that I didn't study enough when I had the chance. Now, I just feel like everything he says is right."

"Waaaah~ In school, the teacher told me to study hard so I wouldn't get scammed; now I don't even know if what Brother is saying is true or false."

"Is it really possible that our sun is 36 degrees?"

"Please move your footsteps to Zhihu, it's professional over there!"

"..."

Then, a group of night-owl netizens transferred to Zhihu.

Sure enough, topics related to Jiang Zhe on Zhihu quickly entered the top five.

Ranking third was: 《How to evaluate the hypothesis that "Time is a creative energy that counters chaos" from a physics perspective?》

A user verified as [Physics Department Slacker from Demon Capital] posted:

"This brain hole has opened up to my crown!"

"Simply put, our Brother has turned time from a cold two-character word into the protagonist—it's not a clock that only knows how to move forward, but a force specifically designed to oppose chaos."

"What does that mean? It means our universe should have become increasingly chaotic and dead, but why didn't it turn into a bowl of porridge?"

"Why are there still stars, Earth, you, and me?"

"His answer is: Because this energy called time is continuously optimizing, or rather healing, the universe, resisting chaos. And time is creation itself."

"It's terrifying when you think about it, brothers. If it's true, then the birth of life and the development of civilization, and even the inner drive of every one of us to improve and build, might not be accidental... but the [Working-Class Spirit] we've carried since birth!"

"We humans might just be the tools, or rather the works, that the power of time uses to counter chaos!"

"Of course, this thing can't be proven right now, and it sounds very much like metaphysics; but damn it, it's both romantic and scary. It's way more exciting than the cold heat death ending of the universe."

"In a word: This hypothesis is likely wrong, with a small probability of being true, but the direction it points—that the universe might have a 'will to survive'—is simply cool, alright!"

The comments below were buzzing:

"So us lying flat is going against the heavens—Tactical lean back, old man, phone.jpg."

"So you're saying what we're going against isn't the heavens, but time?"

"I was wondering why I always want to mess around with things, and why I like to tinker with stuff when I have nothing to do at night. Turns out it was time making me do it."

"Don't get hyped yet. This hypothesis is so beautiful it's damn like a fairy tale. Aren't you afraid the result will be sci-fi?"

"Who cares. The fairy tale is beautiful, that's enough—the current universe model is cold, I prefer this version with temperature!"

"..."

Ranking second was: 《Does gravity really not exist?》

A physics blogger broke down on the spot:

"His logic is just one sentence—objects flow from places with high time energy to places with low energy, which looks like they are being affected by gravity. With this, he directly turned gravity from a 'force' into a 'trend' of energy difference."

"The wildest part is—this strangely explains why astronauts age faster in space: it's not because of weightlessness, but because astronauts' cells can't 'eat' enough time energy. Damn, the coffin lid of our law of universal gravitation is shaking. I feel like Zombie Newton is going to crawl out and fight Xiaoyu's brother at the Xuanwu Gate."

The netizens below were buzzing:

"No wonder I wanted to jump off the roof when I stood on it—was it because I had too much time in my body?"

"The ancients didn't lie to me. One day in heaven is a year on earth. As long as I never land and live in the sky, I can be immortal!"

"Now I'm going to dig a deep well. What will happen to the people at the bottom of the well—will there be less time energy, or will they accelerate their aging?"

"..."

Ranking first was naturally 《The sun is only 36 degrees!!!》

An anonymous answer occupied the top spot:

"He used the 'hot outside, cold inside' analogy of a candle to compare to the sun. Using the 167-fold temperature difference between the corona and the surface, he deduced that the core might only be 36 degrees—this number feels like it's jumping around in our Earthlings' worldview; Xiaoyu's brother is questioning the astrophysics of our world—[Are you assuming the 15 million-degree solar core just to maintain the nuclear fusion model, or is it something else?]"

"I can't say who is wrong here. Astrophysicists are right but also wrong, and Xiaoyu's brother... well, actually he's also wrong sometimes, but he's also right about many things."

"Anyway, the nuclear fusion sun model is imperfect—the Time Stream sun model is also imperfect."

"Personal humble opinion: Taking the best from all schools makes a perfect model!"

Netizens' comments:

"Feels like you said nothing."

"I pressed the calculator three times, it's really 36 degrees!"

"Is it more comfortable inside the sun than in my air-conditioned room?"

"So the sun is a giant thermos—the shell burns people to death, and inside is a hot spring?"

"A candle also has a hot outer flame and a cool inner flame. Once you accept this analogy, it's simply impossible to refute!"

"Existing textbooks: Danger, I feel like I'm about to be rewritten!"

"I've already set the 36°C sun as my phone wallpaper, starting to remind myself every day how ridiculous the universe is, and how ups and downs life can be!"

"..."

Of course, all the heated discussions on the internet had nothing to do with Jiang Zhe.

At this moment, Jiang Zhe was riding a variable-speed bicycle, leaving the quiet villa area.

He headed towards the city center. Due to the remote location, the nearby traffic wasn't heavy, and nothing could be measured.

Twenty-five minutes later, he was wandering through a somewhat bustling snack street, with lights and the smell of cooking oil permeating the air.

As he walked—his gaze swept over a barbecue stall not far away.

Three or four young men were arguing with flushed faces over a woman. In the pushing and shoving, an empty beer bottle was smashed on the ground.

Within Jiang Zhe's field of vision—

Their argument intensified.

All their actions transformed into transparent formulas.

The adrenaline levels of both sides in the argument surged, the probability of attack intent exceeded 80%;

one of them had an abnormal bulge in his lower back: suspected to be a knife.

The trajectory calculation of the beer bottle shards showed the largest piece might scratch the main vein of the lower leg of another somewhat chubby person.

And the 120 response time prediction based on the current location and time was an average of 8 minutes for arrival, and the model for the injured person's blood loss rate was established...

Then the argument at the stall escalated!

One person really pulled out a dagger and violently stabbed the other, hitting the abdomen, the flank, and the arm with three consecutive stabs.

The victim screamed and fell to the ground, blood quickly staining his black cotton jacket red.

The surrounding crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and someone quickly dialed 120.

Jiang Zhe pushed his bicycle and passed by from a slightly further distance.

His gaze fell on the injured person, and he spoke softly, "The knife wound on the left abdomen is about 4 centimeters deep, it didn't penetrate the peritoneum; but the liver area is suspected to be scratched."

"The second stab under his ribs damaged the intercostal artery, that is the main bleeding point, the wound on the arm is secondary, and can be ignored."

"Your friend's blood loss rate is about 120 milliliters per minute—his effective circulating blood volume will drop to a life-threatening threshold in 2 minutes and 07 seconds; currently, the 120 ambulance is 3.2 kilometers away; given the night traffic, the estimated arrival time is 6 minutes and 40 seconds."

"You now have 4 minutes and 23 seconds to perform effective compression hemostasis; find the position under the right ribs where the bleeding is most intense, use a clean cloth to press hard, and then maintain the pressure until the rescue personnel take over."

"This is the only chance he has to survive right now!"

After giving the instructions, he didn't stop at all, got on his bike, and quietly disappeared into the street ahead.

The college student who heard Jiang Zhe's words suddenly woke up from the shock. That voice sounded so familiar, was it our Brother?

Regardless, he hurriedly followed what Jiang Zhe said...

Sure enough!

As the 120 ambulance arrived, the college student was praised by the 120 emergency personnel:

"Are you a trauma doctor?"

The college student looked blank, "Ah? Hmm? What? I, I am not."

"Then that's strange—if you had made a single mistake, your friend would have been gone 4 minutes ago; you successfully bought your friend several minutes from the Reaper."

"This..."

Watching the ambulance drive away, the college student scratched his head in confusion.

After calming down, he realized that the voice just now was very familiar, "Damn, the person who guided me was Xiaoyu's brother, also known as Brother, that voice is unmistakable!!!"

"Hiss~~ I didn't expect Brother to have first-class medical knowledge too. The 120 rescue doctor said it was at the level of a combat medic!"

Then, with a surging heart, he took out his phone and posted on WeChat: [Family, I met Brother on the street; my friend was fighting for his girlfriend just now; he ended up getting stabbed, if it weren't for Brother's guidance, my friend would already be grass on his grave.]

"What Brother?"

"It's Xiaoyu's brother, that Brother, is he in our Gusu?"

"Holy crap, our Brother is in Gusu? Do you have his location? Which way did he go, can I still find him if I go now?"

"Quick, give me the location, hurry, or Brother will run away!"

"To the person above, you're talking about our Brother like he's a mouse, that's just disgusting!"

The college student looked at the messages and was slightly stunned.

Apparently, no one was surprised by Jiang Zhe's knowledge, as if his ability to perform combat first aid was taken for granted.

The greater surprise was that Jiang Zhe appeared in Gusu, which was more worthy of discussion.

"..."

After the small interlude, Jiang Zhe arrived near a crossroad with slightly more traffic and brighter lights.

He stopped his bicycle, stood in the shadows on the side of the sidewalk, and scanned the passing traffic, the hurrying pedestrians, the regular changes of the signal lights, the cans scattered on the ground, and the swaying drunkard further away!

At this very moment, all the data around him was captured and imprinted in his mind.

The speed and model of every car, the physiological state of the drivers, the pace, posture, and emotional tendencies of every pedestrian, the environment, the light, the friction index of the road surface...

Soon, the answer automatically emerged in his mind.

Jiang Zhe put his hands in his pockets, looked at the road with a stern gaze, and muttered to himself:

"In 47 seconds, a red car, due to the driver's irritable mood, speed 68km/h, slightly speeding, its right front wheel will run over that pebble on the side of the road."

"The pebble will be kicked up, trajectory calculated... Landing point: the sidewalk on the right front—beside the feet of a middle-aged fat man in a suit but reeking of alcohol."

"The man has an irregular heartbeat, high breath ethanol concentration, 87% probability of having suffered a major setback recently, currently in a state of shock, and his anger level is rising."

"Within the drunkard's line of sight, the easiest target to vent his anger on... is no one else around, it's me standing here."

"The probability of the man walking towards me and hurling abuse is as high as 91%, and there is a 45% probability that he will make physical threatening gestures."

"This process will make the drunkard turn completely away from the intersection, and his attention will be completely shifted to me."

"Then, the traffic light at the intersection is about to turn green, and a large muck truck fully loaded with construction waste will start moving—there is a blind spot in the driver's vision on the right side of the muck truck."

"When the drunkard steps back or turns around, he will happen to step into the trajectory of the muck truck's right front wheel."

"Time of impact, 27 seconds later, 94% probability of the drunkard being seriously injured, 37% probability of on-the-spot death!"

As the deduction ended, Jiang Zhe felt a wave of dizziness and emptiness, and his temples throbbed with pain.

It was as if he had been staying up late looking at a computer for 24 hours, and even his vision was trembling.

"If it were an ordinary person, this kind of computing power would blow his head up!"

Jiang Zhe shook his head, and his vision returned to the front.

Sure enough!

The red car sped by, a light "clatter" sound, the stone on the side of the road flew up, drawing a beautiful parabola; finally with a "pop" sound, it landed beside the feet of the drunk middle-aged man.

"Get lost!"

The man was startled, cursed, and looked around with blurry, drunken eyes.

He quickly locked onto Jiang Zhe on the right side of the road.

Jiang Zhe's calm and indifferent expression instantly ignited the man's negative emotions.

"What are you looking at? Don't think that just because you're handsome, I won't curse at you. Don't think that just because you're dressed all fancy, you can look down on me. Who the hell are you looking down on?"

"Dressed up all fancy, riding a bicycle in the middle of the night, and you dare to look at me with those eyes?"

The man really staggered towards Jiang Zhe, spitting as he spoke, unable to even speak clearly, rambling incoherently.

Jiang Zhe kept his hands in his pockets, looking indifferent, his expression didn't change at all.

His gaze remained fixed on the muck truck behind the man.

Just as the man was about to walk over waving his fists, the muck truck started moving on the spot, and the headlights instantly illuminated the dust flying at the night intersection.

The drunkard's shouting was a bit loud, drowning out the sound of the muck truck's wheels moving forward.

Jiang Zhe still remained motionless, and even more so, did not give a reminder.

"Bang!"

A heavy sound of impact, accompanied by a harsh screech of metal scraping, made the intersection suddenly quiet down.

The man's cursing also stopped abruptly.

The man was rolled into the side by the corner of the muck truck, then thrown away, falling heavily into the middle of the road several meters away.

Immediately after, the muck truck braked and stopped crookedly, the middle-aged driver pushed the door and got out in horror, and exclamations and running sounds came from a distance shortly after.

At this point, Jiang Zhe finally withdrew his gaze, shook his head vigorously, "This is destiny... and destiny... is... Laplace's Demon!"

At this moment, he vaguely touched upon [Foresight of the Future], no, it was [Calculation of the Future].

And Laplace's Demon can calculate the future of the entire universe!

After the words fell, he rode his variable-speed bike and left the place, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"..."

At this time, Huaqing University, physics faculty dormitory building.

In Professor Ouyang Baili's single dormitory, Ouyang, Li Mo, and Professor Guan were urgently simulating whether the sun is nuclear fusion and the possibility of it being 36 degrees inside!