The Interstellar Great One Is Doted on by the Group

The top-tier interstellar goddess, Hua Ansu, was betrayed by her best friend and, after narrowly escaping death, ended up in a backward interstellar primitive tribe where a day has forty-eight hour...

Chapter 413 Seeking Medical Treatment

She added more cautiously, "...but I'm still a bit confused about the direction and approach..."

The masked man sneered, "You just can't understand Hua Ansu's sketches, can you?"

Zhan Xinjia blushed with embarrassment. She really couldn't understand it; it was too obscure and difficult to comprehend. She secretly resented Hua Ansu for making the work she prepared for the mecha skills competition so difficult, making it impossible for her to understand. It was as if Hua Ansu was not letting her rest in peace even after she died!

"Very well, I'll have Wenren Ci guide you."

I was pleasantly surprised to receive the letter. "Thank you, Master!"

Wenren Ci was the champion of the previous skills competition. I never expected that he would also be the master's man!

Hua Ansu, who was in another galactic space, on a planet called Lolo Interstellar, was unaware of all this.

After resolving the issue of the visitor from the distant stars, Hua Ansu was a little worried.

I don't even go into the lab anymore.

All I do every day is water the flowers.

Oh, and there are also companions.

Patimi and Qingge were staying at Hua Ansu's house, but neither of them noticed anything unusual about Hua Ansu. It was little Qiqi who was the first to notice.

Qiqi peeked in, "Sister, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Hua Ansu gently rubbed her little face. "No, sister was thinking about something."

"But you've been frowning and thinking for almost an hour now..."

Qiqi glanced at the sprayer in her hand and said, "Sister, the flower says it's full."

"Um?"

Hua Ansu looked at it and thought, "Oh, they're so full they're drowning."

She put the watering can aside, stopped watering the flowers, and pulled Qiqi to sit down. "Qiqi," she said, "how do you judge right and wrong in this world?"

"Sister, just do whatever you want to do, because whatever you want to do is always right!"

"What if it's wrong?"

Qiqi thought for a moment and said firmly, "Sister won't do anything wrong."

Hua Ansu found it amusing, "You trust me that much?"

Qi Qi nodded vigorously.

A little while later, Qiqi ran out to play.

Hua Ansu continued to prop her head up and look up at the sky.

What worries her is that the types of energy materials in the Lolo Star System are not enough, and she needs to go to other star systems to obtain more materials needed to build warships.

She's always had this idea...

This method of obtaining materials is fast and efficient, but it's not very ethical.

Hua Ansu thought about it for a few days, but decided against it.

This method was like robbery to her. If robbery were legal and moral, I believe anyone would do it. But the key is that robbery is an immoral and illegal act. It is something she cannot do or even think about. Even if she succeeded, she would feel uneasy for the rest of her life.

It's not worth it.

Seven days passed in this way, and Hua Ansu, who had nothing to do, received a group of people seeking medical treatment.

These people all have physical disabilities, whether it's their eyes, hands, legs, or ears...

Hua Ansu made a perfect mechanical leg for Da Zhu. It looked no different from his original leg, but it was indeed a mechanical prosthetic leg. This news spread.

He was the commoner who had come to Hua Ansu for help before. He brought his brother with him, followed by a long line of people from Picheng who believed that it was better to believe it than not.

As a result, a long queue formed outside Huadu, all of them begging Hua Ansu to grant them hands and legs...

Then Hua Du declared: Hua Ansu takes a day to cure one person, while she can cure one person in a month.

One person treated per month? There are only twelve months in a year!

Roughly counting, there are fifty or sixty of them, and they'll be waiting for several years!

By then, the flowers will have all withered!

But what suggestions could they possibly offer?

If you've been disabled your whole life, and suddenly a miracle doctor appears who can restore your health and give you healthy organs, who would complain about this doctor?