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[Your popularity has been extracted to replenish the system energy, and a suitable plane for you to survive is being found...]

[The plane has been locked and is being deployed...]

[The memory related to the system has been cleared, and I look forward to meeting you next time. ]

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The mechanical electronic sound came out from the optical brain bracelet in a rigid manner. On the ergonomic chair with flashing lights, a bald woman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

While relaxing, Song Wenlan felt that such a mechanical sound was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

But strangely, Song Wenlan checked her memory. Whether before or after the crossing, her memory had no gaps.

Yes, Song Wenlan is a crossover, and she has also crossed into the interstellar era in the novel.

Thinking of the time-travel life of the past two days, Song Wenlan still feels as if she is in another world.

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When Song Wenlan was awake, there seemed to be a mechanical voice in her mind.

She felt that she seemed to have forgotten something, but when she thought about it carefully, all her memories from childhood to adulthood were there.

"Awake?"

A voice without any emotion sounded from above her head, like the sound of glass beads colliding.

Song Wenlan opened her eyes and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and suddenly met a pair of erect pupils.

These eyes reminded Song Wenlan of the python she had seen in the zoo. The python also had such eyes. When you look at it, you seem to have become its prey on the chopping board.

No... not right.

Song Wenlan skillfully pulled back her thoughts that had run away.

"I don't think I have seen you before. Are you a new doctor?"

Song Wenlan looked at the man in front of him. He looked about 30 years old, with a face that didn't look like a good person, drooping eyes, single eyelids, and when he looked down, he had a natural meanness.

Not only that, he also dyed his hair, light blue, all the way to his collarbone.

Song Wenlan smiled: "Does your hospital still allow hair dyeing?"

She couldn't help but point to the cinnabar snake on the other's ear: "And this, wearing the pendant on the ear, is it the trend this year?"

The yellow eyes looked at Song Wenlan.

Song Wenlan touched her earlobe, which seemed a little cold. She asked in a gentle voice: "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"I've been in the hospital for too long, I'm afraid I can't keep up with the current trend. If there is anything wrong, I hope you can forgive me."

Xisha looked at the girl in front of her, her expression was a little lost, and there was a hint of calmness in the loss, as if she had gotten used to it.

However, she didn't seem to realize the current situation.

"This is not a hospital."

Xisha said, he turned around, and the emerald green snake tail about one meter long slid gently on the ground, and instantly came to one meter away.

"I'm not your doctor either," the cold voice sounded again: "Besides, don't bother the doctor with that little problem you have."

Song Wenlan stared at the long snake tail and the scales on it that glowed with cold light. His pupils shrank violently for a moment, and his fingers trembled subconsciously.

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"I have opened the account for you. Next, make money and leave the garbage planet as soon as possible."

The cold voice pulled Song Wenlan back from his memories.

The rejection in Xisha's tone was very obvious, but Song Wenlan was no longer as afraid of him as when they first met. On the contrary, Song Wenlan was very grateful to Xisha.

After all, she was suffering from cancer. The liver cancer that left countless doctors helpless was completely cured in Xisha's hands.

Song Wenlan still remembered Xisha's words that made her feel very emotional.

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 discovered it yet? Your cancer is already cured."

Xisha's doubtful voice was like a dream to Song Wenlan.

On the first day she entered the hospital, the doctor sentenced her to suspended death penalty. She never thought that she would be cured in her life.

Song Wenlan always reminds herself that you are a novelist who lives on fantasy, but you can't let yourself indulge in fantasy, which will only make your absurd life more ridiculous.

Wait... her abdomen doesn't seem to hurt anymore.

The bones... don't hurt, and there is no nausea in the stomach.

Song Wenlan blinked quickly, and suddenly, she lifted the quilt and sat up, walking around the room barefoot.

Song Wenlan's series of actions were seen by Xisha, who asked in confusion: "What are you looking for?"

"Mirror."

"What is a mirror?"

"Something that can see my appearance."

"Here."

Xisha understood Song Wenlan's needs and knocked on the clock that was turning 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 on both sides of her mouth.

Soon, Song Wenlan was attracted by her right ear. As she moved, the cinnabar on her earlobe did not move.

"This is the translator I modified." Xisha said.

Song Wenlan reacted immediately. No wonder their communication was so smooth.

"You just said it was a pendant?" Xisha asked.

Song Wenlan turned sideways and carefully observed the red snake beside Xisha's ear: "Well, if I'm not mistaken, it's 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 drive away evil and keep safe."

"This little snake made of cinnabar is a bit big. It should have been used as a pendant hanging around the neck..."

Not an earring.

Song Wenlan didn't say the last half of the sentence, although she wanted to ask, wearing cinnabar the size of a small orange, does it really not hurt the ear?

Song Wenlan touched her right ear again, feeling very lucky that the other party didn't give her the little snake.

This one is good now, small, like an earring.

"I picked it 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 little unnatural, as if he hadn't dealt with anyone for a long time.

But Song Wenlan didn't notice the unnaturalness in his expression, her attention was completely attracted by another thing.

"Gurgle."

Song Wenlan subconsciously covered her stomach.

She was hungry.

"Nutrients, drink it, and leave the garbage planet as soon as possible after drinking it."

A tube of red nutrient was thrown to Song Wenlan.