In the "Rust Belt" of the East District of Xinhai City, the heavy rain in 2242 seemed to be washing all the dirt of this steel jungle into the center of the earth.
Yan Junyi carried a thin figure on his back and ran wildly in the alley as narrow as a scar.
His lungs burned like broken bellows, and the rain mixed with sweat, blurring his vision.
Behind him, a Red Cross medical drone followed unhurriedly, the mechanical red light flashed ruthlessly on his back, and the electronic female voice repeatedly announced without any ripples: "Warning, patient Lin Xiaoman's medical account owes three million credit points, and the deposit has not been paid in full. Xinhai First Central Hospital refuses to accept it. Please top up immediately, otherwise the life support service will be terminated."
"Shut up!" Yan Junyi growled, his teeth chattering.
He suddenly turned into an abandoned tube building, where even homeless people were disgusted.
He carefully put the girl down on his back and settled on a worn mattress.
The girl's name is Lin Xiaoman, she is fourteen years old and she is his sister.
Her eyes were closed tightly, her face was as pale as a piece of water-soaked paper, and the portable life-support device on her wrist emitted a faint green light.
On the wall, an abandoned advertising screen was modified into a timer by someone unknown, with blood-red numbers beating - "The final treatment window for neurodegenerative gene disintegration: 72:00:00."
Seventy-two hours. Three million.
