Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 70 The comatose little boy

The dirty wind from the scrapyard blew through her hair, revealing her snow-white skin and making her soft features more prominent.

Mo Yu was not surprised at all.

The spiritual consciousness of the cultivator can easily penetrate the opponent's helmet and see her true appearance.

As early as the moment she appeared.

Her consciousness had already examined the other person up and down.

She is not very old.

His body is similar to his own in this life, and he should be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is also the reason why she chooses the other party with confidence.

She believed that a person with such clear and clean eyes would not be a bad person.

Mo Yu saw the blond girl take off her helmet.

At this time, an old white woman walked out of the house.

Mo Yu followed the two of them to the deepest part of the room.

The old nun's face showed unbearable expression.

When I talked about the last part, my voice couldn't help but get choked up.

I found out that this place is actually a small shelter.

At this time, he was lying on the bed unconsciously.

The girl frowned and said, "A new chemical treatment plant was opened nearby. Is it because they discharged the wastewater here?"

Then he knocked on the door gently.

She wore a coarse checkered scarf around her waist and a black nun's uniform. The black gauze scarf on her head had been washed and turned white.

He seemed to be shivering from the cold, and his body instinctively curled up.

The blonde girl touched the boy's forehead and body.

Only then will they be admitted here.

I straightened my hair and tidied my motorcycle clothes.

The blonde girl named Dolly came in and asked.

The mildest of them was a little boy with a cleft lip.

"The doctor has already come to see her and can't find anything wrong. He just prescribed some antipyretics. However, it still doesn't work. What should I do if this continues? Her sister is like that. Could it be that he also..."

"How could this happen? Did he eat something unclean?"

There are albinos and poliomyelitis, and various congenital and acquired physical deformities can be seen everywhere.

The old woman dressed as a nun looked worried.

You can imagine how these people were treated when they were born.

"No, those children kindly brought over the food that they were reluctant to eat. I have cleaned it. Everyone grew up eating these things, how could they suddenly have a bad stomach?"

The temperature on his forehead was frighteningly high, and there was even white mist steaming from his exposed skin.

There was a little boy there, about eight or nine years old. Compared to other children here, he was unusually free of physical defects.

"Saami, how is little Sandy? Is he still awake?"

Mo Yu's consciousness followed them into the townhouse.

"Dolly, you're back!"

He said with a worried look on his face.

"No, he is still in a coma, and his whole body is heating up. His body is frighteningly hot. I have been applying ice cubes for a day, but the temperature has not dropped."

There were more than twenty children, younger than the crooked-mouthed woman she met, probably under the age of fifteen.

The small room is like a museum of freaks, gathering all the deformed children in the city.

His face was pale, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his lips were chapped.

Seeing the girl, her face was full of surprise.

Moreover, their bodies have more or less obvious external defects.

The old woman suddenly looked extremely anxious when she heard this, "What should we do? Will the other children be okay?"

"Saami, don't be anxious yet,"

"I will investigate this matter clearly. However, we have to wait until I come back tomorrow."

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