Wang Luochen was lying on the cold runway, looking at the ugly alien spaceship in the sky and the damn general, his heart was full of anger, his eyes were full of hatred, but he couldn't even utter a word of anger. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He could only swear fiercely in his heart: "Berserker, General El, I'm @@Your Ancestor Eighteenth Generation." Wait, if I can get back on my feet, I will kill you all to avenge today's vengeance. ”

Alas, until now, even he himself will be ruthless in his heart.

Although it was the 29th century A.D., and human medicine had developed to a very advanced level, there was still no way for people to cure this kind of nerve cell damage.

Dead wood in spring, cells regenerate, living dead flesh and bones, that is something that can only be done by the power of God, how can mortals do it?

There is no way to cure it, and what awaits Wang Luochen can only be a miserable life.

He was carried home by his parents and teachers, and he couldn't go to school, from a genius boy who was in the limelight to a waste person who lay in bed all day waiting to die.

However, fortunately, his parents did not give up on him because he became the way he is. On the contrary, they often comforted him, encouraged him, and told him to continue his studies and live bravely.

For this reason, they personally turned on the computer for him every day whenever they had time, logged on to the school's website for him, and asked him to watch videos of lectures by teachers of various subjects to learn cultural knowledge. At the same time, he also collects all kinds of news for him, so that he can understand what is happening in the world, so that he can keep in touch with the world, so that he will not gradually become alienated from the world.

Through the news, he learned that after the Berserk occupied the earth, they did not put all the earthlings who had become their slaves in cages, but let them live in their original residences, continue to engage in various occupations, and do their own jobs.

It seems that they did not intend to kill everyone from the beginning. The purpose of their attack on the earth is only to plunder all the products and resources on the earth. And people, for them, are also a resource.

Their plan is to turn the Earth into a base that can supply them with miners and various products. Harnessing the wisdom and strength of human beings, as well as the resources of the earth, to provide them with everything they need is probably the purpose of their occupation of the earth.

Therefore, when they occupied the earth and did nothing, they immediately hurriedly selected hundreds of millions of young people as miners and sent them to the mines of distant planets in huge spaceships to mine for them.

Needless to say, in that distant unknown world, what awaits those young people will be a life of misery. However, compared to them, the people who remain on Earth are not the lucky ones, and their lives are not easy.

After they went from being the primates at the top of the biological chain to being slaves, they had to hand over all the fruits of their daily labor to the Overlords for them to eat, drink, and be merry. And the daily necessities they need can only be collected at the institution managed by the Berserkers.

But how could the institutions of the occupiers be generous to the earth, and every time people received from them only a small amount of goods that could barely sustain them.

Everyone's good life is gone, no matter what kind of good life this person used to live and what kind of blessings he enjoyed, all of them have become poor people who have eaten the last meal and have not eaten the next meal.

became a slave of others, and it was inevitable to be oppressed and exploited by others.

The earth is so big, there are so many resources, and there are a number of items produced every year. Those products, originally the earthlings themselves were not enough, and now there are hundreds of millions of aliens, how can they be enough?

However, there is also a very tall giant race among the Berserkers, and compared to ordinary people, their consumption of food, clothing and other items is very amazing. This is even more of a burden on the planet's output.

Fortunately, their race of tyrants is not pure, and not all of them are giants. Giants make up about one percent of their population. Otherwise, the earthlings would be working day and night all year round, without eating or drinking, and would not be able to supply the goods they needed.

In addition to this, the worst thing is that all the earthlings have lost their freedom.

Instead of putting people in a physical cage, the Tyrants didn't neglect their control over humanity. In order to control the earthlings in order to achieve their own domination, they installed a kind of surveillance device on each of them.

Through this device, they are able to grasp everyone's whereabouts and monitor everyone's work. It can even remotely detonate the device to kill the rebels when people resist.

This kind of vicious device makes everyone's daily life tremble, and everyone dare not disobey their rule.

Wang Luochen's parents were also placed with such devices, and they also had to go out to work every day. From sunrise to sunset, do enough work required by the Tyrant to go home.

Back at home, they took advantage of this short rest time in the evening, regardless of their fatigue, and they also took Wang Luochen to the medical institutions that were still barely maintaining the operation of the human race.

The reason why those medical institutions can still exist is definitely not that the Tyrant has a good heart and cares about the health of the people on the earth. They keep these medical institutions just to keep people in good working condition, so that they can maximize the value of each earthling.

Speaking of seeing a doctor, to be honest, after countless disappointments, Wang Luochen didn't want to go to the doctor at all. Even, if he could, he wanted to end his own life with his own hands.

It's a pity that as a waste man who can't move his hands and feet at all, he can't die even if he wants to die now.

He was in great pain.

He didn't want to be a puddle of mud, you know, he was a genius boy who had countless glories. How can you live like a mess of mud?

In addition, he didn't want to drag down his parents anymore. I don't want to watch them save their meagre daily necessities again and again as the cost of his medical treatment (after the alien occupation, the original currency in circulation was abolished and the currency was reissued. However, due to the small amount of this currency, and the fact that many people sell their labor in exchange for physical goods, there are no channels and opportunities to obtain this currency at all, so people can generally only exchange goods or exchange goods for goods in exchange for services).

Because he understands that if he continues to cut back on food and clothing like this, they will collapse.

He doesn't want to, but what's the use of just not wanting to? He can't control their thoughts at all, and he can't stop their actions. The way he is now, it is difficult to even make a look against them to see a doctor, let alone express any more complicated opinions and opinions.

He couldn't understand why his parents insisted so much, since those medical institutions couldn't treat him at all, why did they waste those precious daily necessities in vain? Perhaps, he understood, but he didn't want to admit it, lest he would be heartbroken.

His parents didn't care about these thoughts. They are just very stubborn in believing that their son can be cured, that he will become their pride again.

Their son is so good, so talented, how could God let him lie in bed like this forever and be a wreck?

So, they've been trying all sorts of ways they can treat him.

For example, when they heard about the deeds of a miracle doctor who cured all diseases from someone else, they immediately decided to take their son to try their luck again.

Wang Luochen was once again helplessly pushed out of the house by his parents in a wheelchair and embarked on the journey of treatment.

It was early winter, and it had just snowed lightly, and the road was a little slippery, making it difficult to walk.

Pushing him to hurry, his parents fell down several times, but they did not flinch in the slightest, and still very firmly moved towards the doctor's residence.

The doctor's office was a long distance from Wang Luochen's house, and his parents walked for nearly two hours to get there. So much so that by the time I got there, it was completely dark.

Stopping at the door of a residential community, by the light of the street lamp, Wang Luochen saw the doctor's consultation room, which was a small house of less than ten square meters, which looked pitiful from a distance.

How good can a doctor be in such a clinic?

Parents are also sick and rushed to the doctor, how can they bring themselves to this kind of place to see a doctor?

Isn't this a waste of time and the things of life? You know, those things of life are their lives to them now.

Because of this thought, Wang Luochen's heart twitched, and he spent a lot of time giving his parents a look of opposition to entering. But it was too dark, and the street lights were dim, and they didn't even notice what was in his eyes. They just pushed him forward, and soon came to the door of the small clinic.

When they got to the door, before they could push it, the door opened. Immediately after that, a bald, unshaven beard, glasses, and a big-bellied man in a white coat came out of the room, and said to them with a smile: "You guys are finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time, quick, please come in, please come in." ”

His words stunned the family.

Why? Listening to what he meant, it seemed that he had known that they were coming, and that he had the ability to be a prophet of the future?