After all, she was suffering from cancer, liver cancer that left countless doctors helpless, but was completely cured in Xisha's hands.
Song Wenlan still remembers the words from the Xisha Islands that moved her deeply.
He said: "The cancer you are talking about was conquered by the Federation and the Empire seven thousand years ago."
He said, "Haven't you noticed yet? Your cancer is gone."
Xisha's doubtful voice sounded like a dream to Song Wenlan.
On the first day she entered the hospital, the doctor sentenced her to suspended death penalty. In her entire life, she never thought that she would be cured.
Song Wenlan always reminds himself that you are a novelist who lives on fantasy, but you cannot let yourself indulge in fantasy, as that will only make your absurd life even more ridiculous.
Wait...her abdomen doesn't seem to hurt anymore.
My bones...don't hurt, and I don't feel sick in my stomach.
Song Wenlan blinked quickly, and suddenly, she threw back the quilt, sat up, and walked around the room barefoot.
Xisha saw Song Wenlan's series of actions and asked in confusion, "What are you looking for?"
"Mirror."
"What is a mirror?"
"Something that can see what I look like."
"Here."
Xisha understood Song Wenlan's needs and knocked on the clock on the wall.
As he approached, the clock sensed the temperature of the human body and turned slightly, revealing the smooth mirror surface of the back.
Song Wenlan stood in front of the mirror.
The person who appeared in the mirror was a girl with stubble on her head. Her originally round face had turned into an oval face due to weight loss, but her usually sallow complexion had now become rosy.
Song Wenlan grinned, and the girl in the mirror also smiled, with dimples faintly visible on both sides of her mouth.
Soon, Song Wenlan was attracted by her right ear. As she moved, the vermilion on her earlobe remained motionless.
"This is the translator I modified." Xisha said.
Song Wenlan reacted immediately. No wonder their communication was so smooth.
"You said it was a pendant?" Xisha asked.
Song Wenlan turned sideways and carefully observed the little red snake beside Xisha's ear: "Well, if I'm not mistaken, this is made of cinnabar."
"In my hometown, cinnabar symbolizes good luck and protection. People often use cinnabar to make amulets and wear them on their bodies to ward off evil and ensure safety."
"This little snake made of cinnabar is a bit too big. It was probably meant to be a pendant around the neck..."
Not earrings.
Song Wenlan did not say the last half of the sentence, although she really wanted to ask, does it really not hurt to wear cinnabar the size of a small orange on your ears?
Song Wenlan touched her right ear again, feeling very fortunate that the other party did not give her the little snake.
Now this one is very good, it’s small, like an earring.
"I picked this up on the garbage planet." He paused and continued, "My name is Xisha, and I am the planetary governor of this garbage planet."
Xisha's self-introduction was a bit unnatural, as if he hadn't dealt with anyone for a long time.
But Song Wenlan did not notice the unnatural look on his face, her attention was completely drawn to something else.
"Gurgle."
Song Wenlan subconsciously covered his stomach.
She is hungry.
"Nutrients, drink it, and leave the garbage planet as soon as possible after you finish it."
A tube of red nutrient was thrown at Song Wenlan.
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