Zhou Ming, the master of Chinese medicine, opened his eyes and transformed into a low-level tinker in the cyber garbage dump, number 404.
Here, humans are graded by chips, and defective products will be eliminated directly as bugs.
Three Hunter drones descended from the sky with the group's clearing orders - and then he used a few wires to dismantle them into scrap metal.
"What the hell are you?"
"Doctor."
He hung a sign on the wasteland with the slogan "Hanging Pot to Help the World", and used silver needles and "Guiyuan Jue" to treat various difficult and miscellaneous diseases: necrotic prosthetic interface? Get a needle. Deranged chip? Unblock the meridians. Internal organs shattered by gravity bombs? Three days to recover.
The little girl Su Xiaotang picked it up casually was a mechanical genius with excessive emotions. She was carrying a toolbox that was bigger than her. She blushed and handed the needle: "Brother Zhou, can I help you convert this drone into a massage chair?"
The group said: "High-risk bugs should be captured immediately."
Zhou Ming pinned the silver needle on his collar and smiled lightly:
"Try to capture one."
TCM × Cyber × Sweet Pet
Above the wasteland, wherever the silver needle points, there is new life.
