Are the insects who raise little trash in their home male insects?

Omon was stunned by the sudden natural disaster. Knowing that the situation was not good, he immediately protected his head, calmed down, and tried to save himself. Unfortunately, the impact just now injured his back, and the slightest movement caused severe tearing pain.

He smiled bitterly, hoping that Yijun would notice something was wrong and come early, otherwise he might not last a day.

There are only a limited number of rescue teams on the deserted planet, and he doesn't dare to bet on when the rescue team will be dispatched. With such a sudden earthquake, the affected area is definitely not small, and the network may be affected. The worst result is that he cannot contact other planets and cannot even send out requests for support.

"It's over... He will be beaten to death when he goes back," Omon whispered, and the look of his female father who was disappointed in him appeared in front of him.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe, and Omon tried to think of something else to keep himself from falling into darkness.

In the enclosed environment and with unknown rescue situation, Omon could feel the restlessness and anxiety rising in his heart.

He had been taught by his female father since he was a child and knew the limits of his body. The lack of air made breathing difficult, and the biting cold spread from fear. He knew that there was a big problem.

If this goes on for less than half a day, he will die of suffocation. What's worse is that he will most likely die of mental disorder before suffocating.

If he hadn't been injured, he could have pushed the boulder away and left. If he hadn't come to the desolate planet...

Forget it, why not just give up like this? He is the most useless child in the tribe anyway. Not only does he cause his mother father to worry, but he is also embarrassed. If he dies, he will be free...

No, no, no, stop thinking about it and calm down.

Omon suddenly woke up.

The live broadcast recorded the last scene of him being injured. The audience would call the police and he would be rescued soon as they waited for support.

Omon tried to comfort himself and calm his gradually boiling mental fluctuations.

The injuries on his body ranged from severe pain to numbness, which was obviously not a good thing. His limbs were unable to move, and the endless darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Sound, air, and reason, sank into the mire.

Then the light came.

The heavy object on his body shook and moved a little bit. The light tore through the silence. A pair of deep blue eyes looked at him with relief, and he closed his eyes with a sense of relief.

The cries for help and cheers had nothing to do with him. All he could see was the tiny thing lying on top of him.

The negligible weight on his body was like a feather, brushing past his chaotic mental fluctuations, and the pain in his mind that was like a drumbeat was soothed.

The noisy sounds became distant and Omon fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.

"You are awake, can you see clearly? What's your name, which planet are you from, and what are you doing here?"

Omon pursed his dry lips and answered them one by one.

“How long have I slept?”

The doctor continued to write the medical record, "Two days, the wing bone is damaged, do not unfold it within a week"

"That little bug cub," Omon asked, "the little one, three or four years old, how is he?"

The doctor took a look at him and said, "He is still unconscious."

"I'll go and take a look." Omon pulled back the quilt. The doctor didn't stop him. The female insect had a strong physique, and this kind of skin injury would basically heal after lying down for two days.

The doctor calmly finished writing the medical record. A minute later, Omon came running back in a hurry, "Which ward is he in?"

"Signed and paid the fee"

Omon hurriedly took the pen, glanced through the medical record, signed his name, and entered the password.

"Intensive Care Unit"

Omon left in a hurry.

The doctor shook his head. "You are young and reckless."

Inside the transparent glass, on the four-meter-long hospital bed, Qi Shan was a tiny creature stuck in the pure white quilt. Without careful observation, one could not find where the bug was.

The patient's condition was written outside the door: larvae, malnutrition, poor physical condition, membranes in the eyes suspected of visual impairment, multiple bruises on the body, broken claws, coma, suspected exhaustion.

Omon felt a pang of heartache. Born on the first planet, he was taught to care for his cubs since childhood. Later, when he became a travel anchor, he realized that not the insects on every planet care for their cubs.

He stopped a passing nurse and said, "Give me his bill, I'll pay for him."

The nurse looked at him strangely: "The patient in the critical care room 2 has already paid the fee."

Omon wondered, "Who gave it to me?"

"I paid"

Hearing the voice, Omon turned around suddenly, and his slightly hunched back straightened instantly.

"Father"

Otto had a gloomy face. If it weren't for the bug in the live broadcast room that alerted the police and his subordinates reported it urgently, he wouldn't have known that his only child was almost dead.

"Discharged?"

Omon quietly stepped back a few steps and said with a smile, "Father, you know my physical condition, it's just some superficial injuries."

"Skin injuries." Otto's voice became louder. "I think you almost died from skin injuries."

Omon lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

"Medical Records"

Omon handed it over obediently.

Otto took it and said, "The wing bone is injured. Do you want to have a second check?"

Omon whispered: "No"

"Louder"

"without!"

"What about mental fluctuations?"

“No, I didn’t check.”

Otto threw the medical records at him and said impatiently, "Go quickly!"

Omon had no choice but to do another detailed examination, although he felt it was unnecessary.

The charm of the money accelerator was huge, and half an hour later, the result was placed in front of Otto.

Otto looked at the list and said in a dangerous tone, "This is what you call a skin injury, mental disorder, and a risk of riot. You dare to be discharged from the hospital?"

Omon shrank his neck. The hospital on the desolate planet could not treat mental disorders. He complained in his heart but did not dare to refute.

Otto obviously thought of this problem, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Go back tomorrow and don't run around."

"Female father" Omon was anxious, "I want to wait for him to wake up"

Otto glared at him and looked into the ward. "He should go with me. At least he saved your life."

"Thank you, Father."

"Don't be so frivolous. When you're healed, report to the military."

"do not want!"

"You bastard, you're itching for trouble, right?"

"No, I won't join the army even if you kill me! Ah——I'm killing insects, help!!"

Finally, the hospital stepped in to stop this loving father-son relationship.

As the commander of the three armies, Otto had a lot of things to do, so he simply gave a few instructions and left in a hurry, and Omon returned to the ward.

As soon as he sat down, his buttocks, which had been caressed with love, felt a sharp pain and he jumped up suddenly. His female father was too cruel. The beating was more serious than the injury he suffered.

Lying on the hospital bed, turning on the computer.

"Thank you for calling the police, you guys. I'm fine. I'm still alive. The wounds I was hit by have healed. Huh? The wounds now are from being beaten by my female father."

[Roadworm: I'm glad the anchor is fine. The earthquake on Planet 172 was even on the news.]

[You can marry me or marry me: Yeah~ our female father just cares about his children]

[Road Bug: Does your concern mean to beat the injured anchor back to bed?]

[Wandering Bug King: City bugs are really good at playing, they even bring renewal fees when they are injured]

[Wandering Bug King: I was rescued in time thanks to Little Blue Cub, otherwise with the speed of rescue on the desolate planet, it might take three days to dig it out.]

"Yes," Omon sighed, "It hit me right on the head and I had no time to dodge."

He turned on the previous recording.

Everything was calm one second ago, and the next second rocks were raining down on him. The screen was dark, and comments of worry kept passing by.

At this time, Omon, who had been pinned down, was unable to speak, and the only sound in the dark screen was heavy breathing.

Omon pulled the progress bar.

After an hour of darkness.

The light has come.