Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 469 Xiao 5 goes home 19

With Sirong's care, General Wei Lan's body recovered quickly.

He had originally had very good physical condition, and the damage caused by the explosion was, to put it bluntly, external trauma.

Including his internal organs, the damage was caused by external forces and there was no actual disease.

As long as these organs are restored, the general's body will be the same as before.

Situ Zheng's pneumoconiosis has been almost cured.

But he will suffer some hardship.

There is no treatment chamber to help him replace his lungs, so Sirong can only find a way to save him. Now the lung in his body is about to stop working.

Acupuncture plus decoction.

Each pill refined in the space must be divided into four parts before taking.

It’s not that I feel sorry for the few pills, but I’m mainly worried that Situ Zheng’s body can’t handle it.

After acupuncture every day, he would rest for half an hour and then drink the medicine.

Then I went to the bathroom and waited.

The strong coughing will cause him to vomit a lot of things.

Thick sputum mixed with black and gray impurities and a red and green liquid.

Those should be Situ Zheng's bile and the blood after his throat was broken.

Even so, Situ Zheng was happy with it.

After each vomiting, the body feels relaxed.

It's like putting your lungs into a washing machine, giving it a thorough clean, and then violently drying them.

Now I have the strength to talk and eat.

In recent years, his health has been getting worse and worse, and he rarely goes out.

At home, I just go back and forth between the bedroom and the dining room.

Because of the degeneration of his lungs, he no longer has the strength to walk a few steps. It is really sad to live without oxygen every day.

Admiral Azure needs to recuperate now and cannot leave the garbage planet for the time being.

Sirong and Muchen have nothing else to do except preparing the medicine every day.

So I just started to study how to improve the current situation of garbage planet.

It is foreseeable that if no one intervenes, there will be fewer and fewer humans on the garbage planet in the near future.

It will slowly turn into a barren planet, and then more interstellar garbage will be dumped on this planet, until this planet.

Unable to bear the weight, unable to complete the rotation, it deviates from the orbit and explodes.

Let’s start with the vacant lot in the backyard of Situ’s house. Sirong wants to transform it into a greenhouse for planting.

Most people on the garbage planet eventually died of pneumoconiosis.

Sirong does have a prescription, but what good is it without the raw materials?

It was Situ Lang and his team who brought back the interstellar treatment chamber. That thing also needs the support of medicine, and medicine is not cheap.

Muchen kicked away a sticky piece of unknown waste with his toes in disgust, making a small "tsk".

He looked around, and all he could see were piles of garbage. The pungent smell made him frown, and he put his hands on his hips.

He shook his head and sighed at the mess, his voice filled with confusion and contempt:

"What I'm saying is, don't these interstellar people have any environmental awareness at all?" He raised his hand, palm facing up. "Is it so difficult to sort the garbage?"

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the silent cleaning robots.

"We're already living in an age where robots help with housework! All it takes is one command! Is it really necessary to do this?"

He dragged out the last syllable with an incomprehensible helplessness.

Sirong stood half a step behind him, and did not look at the filth so close to her, but raised her head slightly.

My eyes turned to the distant sky, which was dyed a sickly orange-purple color by industrial waste gas and unreasonable scattered light.

His expression was calm, but deep in his eyes there was a kind of understanding and disgust that saw through the essence of things.

She raised her hand slightly, as if subconsciously trying to wipe away the dirty air particles on her cheek, and said in a flat tone:

"These people,"

She was talking about the citizens of Star Ocean who created garbage but didn't deal with it.

"These are all survivors who, after their own planets were destroyed by themselves, or by earlier generations, to the point where survival was no longer possible, used the most advanced technology to escape en masse and scatter to every corner of outer space."

"They should know better than anyone the dangers of overdevelopment and pollution. That's a lesson written in history textbooks and engraved in the logs of their refugee ships."

"It's just... they don't care now. Anyway,"

She shrugged. "They're used to plundering new planets and extracting new resources. So what if they cause more destruction?"

Si Rong narrowed her eyes slightly. "It won't affect them anyway. As for others, or what will happen to the future of this star field?

It doesn’t matter what it has to do with them.”

The criticism and disappointment implied in a calm tone are more powerful than direct anger.

After cleaning up the garbage on this piece of land, all that remains is to purify the land.

In recent years, due to too much industrial waste dumping, there are no green plants on the garbage planet.

Sirong's voice remained steady, and a hint of solemnity flashed across her eyes as she swept across the scorched, cracked, and barren land before her.

She slowly squatted down, her white fingers not directly touching the surface covered with gravel and suspicious crystal particles, but stopped a few centimeters above the ground, as if feeling the deathly aura emanating from the land.

"This," she pointed her fingertips at the barren earth, "is a pure vicious cycle."

"There aren't enough covering green plants," she said in a low voice, but each word was clear, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, stirring up a suppressed echo.

"There's no sustained, large-scale photosynthesis happening."

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Muchen. Their eyes met, revealing a heavy consensus that needed no words:

"Then, the most fundamental oxygen production has lost its most important source. Even the gas that sustains life cannot be produced."

Sirong paused, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, "How can I...purify the severely polluted air?"

She cast her gaze back towards the suffocatingly murky skyline, her tone tinged with cold irony.

Mu Chen nodded silently. He habitually wanted to crush a piece of charred soil with his toes, but found that the ground under his feet was as hard as metal and did not move at all.

"The air cannot even purify itself, and the pollution, toxins, acid rain and sediment it contains will erode this already weakened land without hindrance."

Looking at the tiny gullies carved by erosion on the surface, "Then, other than becoming more barren, more salinized, more toxic... where else can the land go?"

Sirong finally raised her eyes and cast them towards the endless expanse of scorched earth. Her voice was filled with a fatalistic cruelty:

"And then? On this barren, poisonous land, nothing will grow.

Any seed of life that falls into it will either be poisoned or wither and die."

She spread her hands, palms facing upward, as if to catch the invisible dust, but also as if to demonstrate this cycle of despair:

"So... on this land, even more..." She emphasized these two words, "no green plants can grow."