He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

The long, thin figure quickly arrived at the door of the emergency room, the emergency light flashing a terrifying red light.

"I am a family member of Andrew Lee!"

The blonde nurse, holding a tablet, asked, "What's your relationship with me?"

"Father and son."

"Your son is now—"

The slender figure immediately corrected, "No, no, no! I'm the son!"

The blonde nurse looked at the information on the tablet in disbelief; the age column clearly stated "20 years old".

This situation is extremely rare, but it does happen.

"The situation is extremely urgent, and we need you to sign the agreement immediately."

"Okay, I'll sign it right away!"

The slender man took the tablet and was about to touch it when he noticed that it contained an organ donation agreement.

"Wait a minute! This doesn't make sense, does it? Why is it an organ donation agreement?"

The nurse grabbed his hand anxiously: "Don't worry about anything else, hurry up and sign it, or it will be too late!"

"I can't sign it, it's illegal! Organ donation agreements can only be signed by the donor. Although I find this kind of irresponsible behavior disgusting, the law cannot be violated! What happened to the person?"

"The person is still in critical condition. Please pay the bill first."

"Click——"

The red emergency light overhead suddenly went out, and the operating room doors slowly opened.

Fully armed doctors emerged from the operating room.

"We're sorry, we did our best. You can go see your loved one."

She walked into the operating room with a heavy heart.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and a cold corpse lay on the operating table, its young face utterly unfamiliar.

"Who the hell is this?"

The doctor walked over with a tablet in his hand: "Just now, your loved one, with the last of their willpower, signed this organ donation agreement. If your passing is over, we will proceed with the organ harvesting."

I don't think anyone could sign an agreement when they're on the verge of death.

"You must have written this yourselves. I need to verify the agreement."

He didn't know what was worth testing; perhaps it was out of a simple sense of justice.

The doctor sighed. "This was indeed signed by the patient himself, just now. We were also surprised. Logically, a person who has lost too much blood should be in shock and shouldn't have any strength. But when you came to the door, the patient's brainwaves became unusually active, and his right hand miraculously began to move, allowing him to sign his name. We thought a miracle was about to happen. Unfortunately, the patient still passed away. This is the agreement he signed; the handwriting is somewhat illegible, but it is legally binding."

The slender man took the tablet with some skepticism and carefully examined the text on it.

"What kind of letters are these? They don't look like English. They're more like an interstellar common language. If we were to interpret them using this common language, the name would be—Li Ji?"

The slender figure was startled. How could it be "Li Ji"?

Isn't he in prison?

Why does it appear here?
The person lying there is an Earthling! A doctor would immediately recognize him as an Earthling after examining him!
But this writing and name are not something that earthlings can write!
And my number!

what on earth is it?

The doctor clutched his head in discomfort, not knowing why, but he couldn't help thinking about the purple jelly alien. It was so strange.

He didn't say it aloud, but his colleagues around him actually had the same thought.

Looking at the cold, pale corpse, the slender man didn't hesitate for a moment before hoisting it up and rushing to the operating room.

The doctors were all stunned.

"What are you doing? Family member! You don't have to do this if you don't want to donate organs! You could call a transport service! At least get a body bag!"

A thin, long-shouldered man ran down the corridor carrying a corpse. "Li Ji, don't die! No, don't rot! I'll find a way to save you! I don't know what happened, but I'll definitely save you! My friend, hold on! Don't decompose too quickly!"

The long, thin stick rushed out of the hospital amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

He carried the body and ran through the streets, which quickly attracted the attention of the police.

Several police cars were following nearby, their sirens blaring.

The police car's loudspeaker blared: "Attention, people ahead! Do not run carrying a corpse! Please stop immediately!"

The police got out of their car and began chasing the thin, elongated figure.

With a slender figure carrying the corpse on one arm and pulling out a communicator with the other, she said, "Senior, please help me! Open a portal for me. The coordinates are twenty meters in front of me, right under my feet."

Do you think I'm a wishing well?

"Please, senior, help me! It's a matter of life and death!"

"Not necessarily accurate!"

He ran forward with long strides, and suddenly a green portal appeared on the empty manhole cover in front of him. He leaped into it.

The police arrived shortly afterward and peered into the seemingly bottomless well.

"These guys who deal in corpses are really going all out! Should we go down?"

"Forget it. What's the point of risking your life for a pittance like that every month?"

The thin strip passed through the portal and rolled on the ground, clutching the corpse.

A white old man's voice called out from beside me: "Hey! You skinny guy, where did you come from?"

The slender figure groaned as it got up: "No time, old Mickey, where's your cold storage?"

Wearing a blood-stained butcher's apron, Mickey squinted as he carefully examined the naked, white thing in his long, thin arms. He was startled when he saw it clearly, and the butcher's knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Why did you bring a dead body here?"

"There's no time, take me to the cold storage."

Mickey gritted his teeth and walked towards the cold storage: "You little brat, you're out there killing people, and now you want this old man to keep you company!"

"I didn't kill him, he's my friend."

Why would you bring me here if your friend died?

Mickey opened the iron door of the cold storage room, and a bone-chilling cold air blew out. Inside, half-pigs hung, covered with frost.

The slender man carried Li Ji into the cold storage and carefully checked him for any injuries.

"I'm going to freeze him."

"You're a pervert!"

"It's too late to explain."

A strange image popped into Mickey's mind.

The corpse was frozen solid and then stuffed into some kind of robot by a group of bizarre aliens. With a "boom," a purple jelly-like person with three eyes and eight tentacles walked out.

"What a bizarre scene! Every time I see you, it's like I've been knocked out. You should hide the person inside, otherwise we'll be exposed when I come for a health inspection."

They carried the body to the deepest part and wrapped it in a black plastic bag used for waste.

Before zipping up the zipper, the thin strip of tissue lay on the corpse and sniffed it repeatedly.

“You’re a pervert.” Mickey frowned, feeling nauseous.

"I need to make sure he's not rotten. Luckily, he just died, there's still time."

The long, thin strip zipped up, and the person stepped out of the cold storage, then lowered the temperature considerably.

He slumped to the ground, taking deep breaths: "What should I do next?" (End of Chapter)