Wang Xuan was surprised to find that there were indigenous people on the new planet, because he had never heard of it in his old land. Was this being deliberately covered up?
He sighed softly, thinking that there must have been a lot of "stories" when the new star was being developed. As an outsider, he wondered if his hands were stained with blood.
He hoped that things would be gentler and that the tragedy that happened in his old homeland America would not be repeated here.
But it's too late to say anything now. More than a hundred years have passed, and what was supposed to happen has already happened.
"No matter it was more than a hundred years ago or now, the power of the East is stronger. They should not be as cold-blooded as those yellow-haired people. I hope so!" What could he say but to sympathize in his heart.
For a moment, his eyes were particularly gentle when he looked at the little girl, wondering how many native people were left.
"Are you really okay?" Wang Xuan was a little worried. The child's white forehead was covered with cold sweat due to the pain, but he managed to hold it in. He didn't cry or shout.
He took out his cell phone and was about to call the emergency number. He didn't really trust a child's words, and it would be a shame if something happened.
"Uncle, it's okay, I just need to rest for a while!" The little girl had a delicate and beautiful face, with her long and beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned. Although she was only about four years old, she was very determined, or resolute, and shook her head to refuse.
"Meow meow meow!" The palm-sized snow-white kitten was very smart. It flapped its furry wings and walked around the little girl on the ground, seeming very uneasy.
"LeLe!" A woman appeared. She was very beautiful, about 27 or 28 years old, with fair skin and shoulder-length hair with a slight purple tint. Her pupils were not obvious, and were more like black.
She ran over quickly, picked up the little girl gently and carefully, kept whispering comforting words, and patted her back gently. There was worry and a maternal glow on her face.
Seeing the little girl in pain, tears welled up in her eyes and she wished she could take her place.
Someone in the distance was whispering that this was a terminal illness.
With Wang Xuan's perception, he naturally heard it. The little girl was very unfortunate and could only live to the age of five at most.
When he heard this, Wang Xuan was shocked and felt pity for her.
Other people came over and asked if they wanted to go to the hospital. The young woman shook her head and finally couldn't help but cry.
"Mom, don't cry, I'll be fine soon." The little girl endured the pain and comforted the woman in return. She was extremely sensible.
Then she stretched out her little hands to wipe her mother's tears.
Wang Xuan couldn't bear to see this kind of scene the most. Some soft spot in his heart was touched and he sighed softly. He used the root method of the pre-Qin alchemists to try to mobilize the mysterious factor in his body.
Outsiders cannot see it, but his spiritual realm can capture it. Small snowflakes of matter are floating down and are carefully and cautiously sent by him into the little girl's body.
However, he was shocked. It seemed that there was some extremely difficult substance between the internal organs of this weak and sensible little girl, which dissolved the mysterious factor!
This was the first time he encountered such a situation. It could be said that the mysterious factor had an excellent healing effect and it shouldn't be like this.
In order to practice Zhang Daoling's Five Pages of Golden Book, tiny cracks appeared on his five internal organs, but with the nourishment of this substance, they recovered quickly.
He was deeply shocked. Could it be that what the little girl said about the five diseases of heaven and earth was not just nonsense? Could it be that there was really some meaning to it?
Wang Xuan injected some more and found that the little girl's pain was alleviated. It helped a little, but it was unlikely to have a greater effect.
Not long after, the little girl slowly recovered and was no longer in pain. She lay in her mother's arms, not moving for a long time.
Until the end, she whispered: "Mom, please give me a brother. If I am gone, can he accompany you?"
When the young woman heard this, she couldn't bear it and burst into tears. She picked up the little girl and ran home in a hurry, suppressing her heartache and hugging her daughter tightly.
"Meow!" The palm-sized snow-white kitten followed behind, chasing all the way.
Some people nearby sighed. They all lived in this community and obviously knew something about the little girl's situation.
Even with the advanced technology of Nova, that disease cannot be cured and there is currently no way to treat it.
These people whispered and talked quietly, and were very sympathetic.
"It's a genetic disease. The little girl's father passed away two months ago, but she didn't know about it yet. She thought her father was on a business trip."
"It must be hereditary. This family is very smart. Both parents work in top research institutes. Even though the little girl is only four years old, she learns things much faster than children of seven or eight years old. But her fate is unfortunate..."
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The house that Wang Xuan rented was on the 25th floor. The building had a total of 30 floors and the lighting on this floor was quite good.
He began searching for news about Aboriginal people on his phone.
Every time he saw that kind of weakness, his heart would be touched, and he would always have a strong sense of sympathy. It would be difficult for him to pretend not to see it, as he felt it was too pitiful.
If he can help, he is willing to lend a hand.
He found some old news, but when he clicked on them, he found that they were in "404" status, all of them were disconnected or could not be opened.
Later, he found some messages that were not completely deleted, and obviously only some sensitive content was erased.
An article mentioned that when they landed on Nova in the early years, they discovered thousands of indigenous people. Although there were some conflicts, the two sides soon lived in harmony and integrated together.
Someone was discussing below the article, mentioning that the indigenous people have some kind of genetic disease.
The next reply was shocking: it was not a simple genetic disease, it was tinged with mythology, it was the Five Degenerates Diseases of the Celestial Beings.
Sadly, no one talked about it anymore.
It was not until Wang Xuan searched for a long time that he finally found another news article that was not "404" and was very informative.
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