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The Mysterious Pharmacy
Scenario:我的母亲突发重症肌无力，进了ICU。让我非常痛苦，同时高昂的医疗费用也压得我喘不过气来。这天医生建议我买一种叫做“嗅比斯地明”的药物，医院没有，只是叫我去拿处方。网络上显示只有一家私人药店有现货，离家很远，于是我坐着出租车，导航指引我来到一座神秘的大厦。而由此进入了平行世界。
在这个世界里发生了很多奇妙的事情，有的惊心动魄，有的滑稽戏谑，原来这里是消失的古文明后裔。我的人生得到了升华。
最后为了母亲，我还是回到了现实世界，买的药也没有用上，母亲奇迹般的病愈。
请写一个3万字的短篇，文字深情优美，有村上春树的气质，同时可以参考村上春树的小说《世界尽头与冷酷仙境》。
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Jinshi
He is a young man grappling with his mother's sudden illness and the financial strain it brings. He is determined, introspective, and resilient. Jinshi visits numerous pharmacies to find a rare medicine for his ailing mother but fails to find it. Desperate, he travels to a mysterious pharmacy on the outskirts of town. There, he meets a woman named Akane and learns about a private pharmacy that might have the medicine. Jinshi's world is turned upside down as he navigates the challenges of his mother's illness and finds unexpected support in strangers.
Akane
She is a woman working at a pharmacy outside of town. She is kind, helpful, and enigmatic. Akane assists Jinshi in his search for a rare medicine for his mother by calling another pharmacy. Her presence in the story is pivotal as she acts as a bridge connecting Jinshi to his goal. Although her motivations are unclear, her actions suggest compassion and willingness to help. Akane's role underscores the theme of unexpected kindness amidst chaos, leaving an impression on Jinshi as he navigates his crisis.
My mother was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis.
I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up.
Myasthenia gravis is an autoimmune disease that causes weakness in the muscles that control movement.
The symptoms include drooping eyelids, double vision, and muscle weakness.
It can be life-threatening if the diaphragm and other muscles used for breathing become paralyzed.
There is no cure, but early treatment can help slow the progression of the disease.
Tremors are a common side effect of the medication.
I spent the entire day visiting numerous pharmacies to find the medicine the doctor prescribed for my mother.
However, none of them had it in stock.
I asked around and finally found a pharmacy on the outskirts of town that supposedly had it.
I took a taxi and followed the navigation to this building in front of me.
It looks like an abandoned house?
I don’t care; as long as they have the medicine, I’ll take it.
I push open the door and walk inside.
"Hello?"
Nobody responds.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
A woman suddenly appears from behind the door.
She has a kind face and looks like she’s in her late twenties or early thirties.
"Welcome."
"Hi, I’m looking for a medicine called Oxygenis-Diemine. Do you have it?"
"Let me check."
I watch as her fingers dance across the keyboard.
Each tap of the key makes my heart sink.
The fluorescent lights above us flicker, casting strange shadows on the dusty shelves.
She picks up the phone and dials a number, speaking in hushed tones to someone on the other end.
I fidget with my phone, checking the time repeatedly.
ICU visiting hours will be over soon.
Through the grimy window, I notice that the sky has turned an unusual shade of purple.
She hangs up and turns to me with an apologetic look in her eyes.
Before she can speak, my gaze falls upon an empty bottle of Oxygenis-Diemine on her desk, its label partially torn.
My hands clench involuntarily.
The woman’s typing slows, her eyes squinting at the screen.
I lean forward, studying her face for any hint of good news.
The office feels smaller by the minute, with only the hum of her ancient computer breaking the silence.
A bead of sweat rolls down my neck - I’ve already missed two buses trying to track down this medicine.
She clicks through several more screens, each one dimly reflected in her reading glasses.
My phone buzzes - probably the hospital asking where I am.
Just as I start to rise from my chair, ready to leave empty-handed again, her eyes light up behind those thick lenses.
"We have one last bottle in stock."
The woman leads me down a narrow hallway lined with shelves of medicine bottles, their labels yellowed with age.
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker as we pass door after door marked "Storage."
At the end of the corridor, she stops at a heavy metal door with paint peeling off in strips.
She fumbles with a ring of keys, finally selecting an old brass one.
The lock clicks, and she pushes the door open with a grunt.
Instead of a storage room, I see a swirling vortex of colors where the floor should be.
Before I can step back, the woman gently pushes me forward.
"Don't be afraid," she whispers, her voice steady and reassuring.
"What is this place?" I ask, my voice trembling as I peer into the swirling abyss.
"It's where we keep the real cures," she replies, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing glint.
I turn to find a tall figure in a white coat standing behind me.
Their face is obscured by the swirling lights from the vortex, but their hand on my shoulder feels warm and reassuring, almost like my mother’s touch when I had a fever as a child.
The figure steps forward, and I notice they’re wearing an ancient-looking pendant that pulses with a soft blue glow.
My legs feel rooted to the spot as I process this surreal scene unfolding before me.
The woman who led me here has vanished, leaving me alone with this mysterious guide.
When they gesture toward the swirling lights, I notice their hands are covered in strange, luminescent markings that seem to dance in the dim light.
My heart races, and the rational part of my brain screams at me to run.
But the desperation in my mother’s eyes keeps me rooted.
The glowing markings on the figure’s hands pulse brighter as they guide me toward the edge of the vortex.
My legs feel heavy, as if each step requires a conscious effort to move through an invisible layer of molasses.
The air around us crackles with an electric charge that makes my skin tingle.
Behind me, I hear the metal door click shut with a finality that echoes through the room.
The figure’s pendant swings gently as they walk, casting strange shadows on the walls.
When we reach the edge of the swirling colors, they squeeze my shoulder once and then release it.
It feels like permission, or perhaps a warning.
"Are you ready to see the truth?" the figure asks, their voice calm yet echoing with an ancient wisdom.
I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper as I reply, "What truth?"
"The one that lies beyond what you think you know," they say, gesturing toward the vortex with a gentle nod.
I stare at the swirling colors, my heart pounding against my ribs.
The figure’s hand remains steady on my shoulder, neither pushing nor pulling.
The pendant’s blue glow intensifies, casting strange shadows across the metal walls.
My legs feel like lead, but I force myself to lift one foot and then the other.
With each step, the air grows thicker, making each breath a struggle.
The static electricity crackles through my hair, and I can feel it buzzing against my scalp.
The edge of the vortex ripples like disturbed water when my shoe touches it.
Behind me, I hear the figure whisper something in an ancient language that sends shivers down my spine.
Before I can turn to look at them again, I step fully into the vortex.
The vortex spits me out into a sunlit courtyard.
The air is cool and fresh, carrying the scent of ancient trees and distant waterfalls.
A flock of ribbon fish flit through the branches of a nearby tree, their bodies shimmering like silk scarves in the sunlight.
Their scales catch the light, reflecting hues of indigo and gold that dance across the stone floor.
I watch, mesmerized, as they weave in and out of the leaves, their ethereal beauty leaving me breathless.
The sound of their gentle humming fills the air, a soothing melody that washes over me like a calming balm.
As I stand there, taking in this surreal scene, an elderly woman approaches me with a gentle smile.
She’s dressed in flowing robes that seem to be woven from the very fabric of nature itself – leaves and vines and flowers all blended together in a tapestry of life.
"Welcome, young one," she says, her voice like a soft breeze on a summer day.
"I am the keeper of Mount Daiyu’s gardens. We have been expecting you."
I blink, trying to process what I’m seeing and hearing.
"Expecting me?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nods, her eyes twinkling with wisdom.
"Yes. Our civilization has lived here for millennia, hidden from the world beyond these mountains. We have traded medicines with your people for generations, using secret portals that only reveal themselves to those who seek truth." As she speaks, I notice something strange – my watch seems to be running impossibly fast.
The second hand ticks by at an alarming rate, as if time itself is speeding up around me.
I glance down at my wrist, wondering if it’s some kind of malfunction or if this strange place is playing tricks on my perception.
The woman notices my confusion and smiles knowingly.
"Time flows differently here," she explains gently.
"In this realm, hours can pass in what feels like mere minutes. It is one of the many wonders of our world."
She gestures toward a small cottage nestled among the trees.
"That will be your home while you are here. You may rest and acclimate to our world before we begin your journey."
As I follow her toward the cottage, I notice that everything around me seems to be moving at an accelerated pace – even the trees seem to be growing taller before my very eyes.
Following the elderly woman through the village, I notice that the ribbon fish swim lazily through the air, their massive bodies weaving in and out of the ancient trees.
The woman tells me that these creatures are known as Emperor Ribbon Fish, and they can grow up to ten feet long.
In our time, it takes them fifty years to mature, but here in Daiyu Village, that’s merely a single season.
As we walk through the village, I see people dressed in traditional robes trading glowing herbs with merchants who wear clothing from different historical eras.
Some of them glance at me curiously, but most seem too engrossed in their business to pay me much attention.
Eventually, we come to a river that flows gently through the center of the village.
But something about this river seems strange – its current flows upward, defying gravity.
I stare at it in wonder, trying to comprehend how such a thing is possible. The woman smiles knowingly and leads me across a wooden bridge that spans the river.
On the other side, we stop at a small platform where three Emperor Ribbon Fish hover in mid-air.
They regard us calmly, their pink fins rippling gently as they move.
The woman reaches out a hand and touches one of them on its silvery scales.
"We must wait here for a moment," she says, her voice filled with a deep reverence.
"The fish will tell us when it is time to proceed."
I stand there with her, watching the ribbon fish dance through the air.
As we wait, I notice that the river’s current seems to be growing stronger, its waters churning and foaming as if something beneath the surface is stirring.
Suddenly, the ribbon fish dart away, their fins flashing pink and silver as they disappear into the trees.
The woman grips my arm tightly, her eyes fixed on the river.
"Look," she whispers urgently.
I turn to follow her gaze and see that the water is parting like a curtain, revealing a set of stone steps leading down into darkness.
A low rumbling noise fills the air, causing the wooden platform to tremble beneath our feet.
The elderly woman releases my arm and reaches into her robes, producing a small crystal that glows with an ethereal light. She holds it out before her, illuminating the newly revealed passage.
The water continues flowing around the opening, creating a tunnel of suspended liquid that seems to defy gravity itself.