Technological practice: leading the human race to the stars

Chapter 14 Yiyang Wuyi
After school on Friday, Yiyang was walking home alone.

His mood was heavy and complicated, just like the gloomy sky above his head, depressing and heavy.

His guilt and uneasiness towards Li Weiming were like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, and he was also confused and worried about his future.

He looked at Yuanze and stopped. He and his friend walked side by side on another road. Their laughter and conversation floated in the air with the wind, which made Yiyang feel uncomfortable.

Until he saw them walk into the blind spot of his vision, and their laughter and conversation drifted away with the wind and could no longer be heard.

This made Yiyang feel lonely and lost, as if he was an orphan abandoned by the world, and then he slowly moved his steps.

Yiyang always felt as if there was a figure moving behind him. He looked back several times, but saw only an empty street with no one else.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it his illusion?

However, when he looked back again, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye quickly hiding in the alley next to him.

Yiyang gradually started running, as if he wanted to get rid of his troubles.

His speed was extremely fast, like a wisp of smoke, and few people could match him on the runway built specifically for Source Warriors in the city.

Yiyang ran to the slums outside the city of Jijia. The environment here should be hard for many people to imagine. No one expected that with such advanced technology, there would still be such a dark place.

The dilapidated houses, narrow streets, and the damp and musty smell in the air make up the unique atmosphere of this land. The sunlight is blocked by the high-rise buildings in the inner ring, casting only mottled light and shadows.

Yiyang shuttled through it, and could hear screams from time to time.

"Come in, don't hide." Yiyang pushed open the shabby wooden door with a sharp creaking sound, and pointed out Yuanze who had been following him.

Yuanze walked out from behind the moss-covered wall and entered Yiyang's home with a little embarrassment.

The room was dark and damp, with the only window blocked by a tattered curtain, not letting much light in. The furnishings in the room were also extremely simple, with a worn wooden table, a few wobbly chairs, and a bed that took up most of the room.

The bedding on the bed had been washed so much that it looked white, but there were a few delicate little flowers embroidered on it, showing the owner's ingenuity and love for life.

Sitting on the bed was Yiyang's grandmother, her face was pale, her eyes were sunken, the traces of time and the torture of illness left deep marks on her face. She leaned quietly on the bed, knitting a sweater, and greeted Yuanze with a kind smile.

"Let's talk here." Yiyang pulled Yuanze into a small room.

It turns out that Yiyang has been an orphan since he was a child, and has been dependent on his adopted grandmother. But a year ago, his grandmother was diagnosed with a rare source disorder syndrome, which can make people live worse than death when it occurs. There is only one extremely expensive special medicine in the world that can alleviate it.

"Where can I buy this medicine? As an elite trainee, can't most medicines be reimbursed?"

Yiyang sighed, with a bitter expression on his face: "Who wouldn't want it? But this special medicine is monopolized by the Li family, a family with a long history in the medical field, and it is not on the reimbursement list."

"So you took the opportunity during that assessment to surrender to Li Weiming?"

"There's nothing I can do about it."

So when Yiyang saw an opportunity during the assessment, he surrendered to Li Weiming and helped him. He wanted to exchange it for medicine, and Li Weiming did give him several courses of medicine.

"Can't you just continue to follow him?" Yuanze felt a little unhappy, but he didn't want to make things difficult for others.

"That's why I hide my strength."

Yiyang had inquired about Li Weiming's character and deliberately concealed his strength in order to prevent him from being jealous. However, after being exposed this time, Li Weiming, who was narrow-minded by nature, might deliberately interrupt the medication and torture him and his grandmother.

"Humph, that's consistent with his usual style." Yuanze slammed the table, seeming somewhat indignant.

"I'm a straightforward person, I want to ask you for help."

"Me? What can I do to help? I will." "I want to meet the master behind you."

"I don't have anything..."

Yiyang suddenly knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Yuanze.

Yuanze was most afraid of seeing these things, as if he had traveled through time again and saw the scene of his father kneeling down to Li Weiming in order to raise money for a bottle of useless medicine.

I felt like I was just like Li Weiming, the unkind and narrow-minded person.

"Please stand up quickly. I'm just your classmate. How can I accept such a great gift?" Yuanze tried to pull Yiyang hard, but found that he couldn't move this stubborn donkey.

You have to know that Yuanze's other defeat when he entered the elite class, or even the only defeat, was caused by him, and it was an all-round massacre. However, it must have been a token of his loyalty to Li Weiming.

Now Yuanze no longer has the strength to pull him up.

"I know there must be someone behind you. I've heard that your family is very ordinary, but I heard that you were able to enter a martial arts school to practice, and the chip in your hand is very valuable, which is definitely not something you can get by yourself."

Yiyang's eyes were determined. He put his hands on the ground and wanted to kowtow again.

"I can help, but I have to ask him first." Yuan Ze stopped him helplessly, "And you have to stand up first."

Yiyang stood up, tears welling up in his eyes, and said excitedly: "I will never forget this great kindness."

After saying that, Yiyang was about to kneel down again, but Yuanze quickly stopped him: "I haven't given you a definite answer yet."

Yiyang also realized his own gaffe and told Yuanze more: "Many people around here have this disease, and I didn't do it all for my grandma."

Yuanze stood there, thinking for a long time, and felt that the matter was not simple: "Take me to see other sick people's homes."

Other families who fell ill were not as lucky as the grandmother in Yiyang, who received drug treatment in the early stages of the disease when it was relatively mild.

The walls of many patients' homes were covered with scratches, and they kept emitting heart-wrenching screams. Some even ended their lives in a hurry.

"Is this disease contagious?" Yuanze looked at an empty house and seemed to have thought of something.

"Especially those with very low energy values. Once they come into contact with these patients, they will be infected almost immediately. Many families are already left with no one." Yiyang sensed what Yuanze was thinking and said it out loud, "Moreover, this disease will become more and more serious over time until they die in agony."

“And I was also infected with this disease when I was a child,” Yiyang added.

"you?"

"My grandmother said that the symptoms were almost exactly the same, so I was abandoned, but I miraculously recovered later."

“Isn’t your grandma infected?”

"I don't know. Maybe it was an infection that lay dormant until old age, when its source of energy declined and it broke out."

"Okay, got it. I'll try to help."

It was getting late, so Yuanze left here quickly.

Yiyang watched Yuanze disappear on the horizon and was about to open the door to go home when a dark shadow appeared and Yiyang suddenly fell into coma.

"Verify the target's identity."

The man's bracelet swept across Yiyang's face, and a few large words popped up on the panel:
"Yiyang, top student in the first middle school of JA District, identity confirmed."

(End of this chapter)