dhibooks Chapter 9: The Priest
Chapter 9: The Priest
The young man climbed out of the ladder first, and he ran towards the statue with a bundle of packages in his arms very carefully.
Under the statue, someone was kneeling and praying silently. His back was very thin, with obvious signs of bone atrophy. Xie Jin glanced at his exposed skin and saw a few coins full of Omeira's lesions.
The boy anxiously opened the package, took out a shot of medicine inside, and hastily pulled the priest's arm. The priest pressed the boy's hand and made a sign language.
The boy shook his head anxiously and responded with sign language.
Xie Jin understood their sign language.
——I don’t want it, I won’t live long, you take this injection to exchange for food, you need food to survive.
——No, this injection is useful to you, you want to live.
—Be good, boy.
--Do not.
The two fell into a stalemate, and the priest refused to accept the injection. In desperation, the young man raised the knife in his hand, trying to knock the priest unconscious.
Xie Jin said: "This injection is useless to him."
The boy raised his head and looked at Xie Jin fiercely.
Xie Jin came over and reached out to touch the priest. The young man suddenly took Xie Jin's hand, and immediately retracted it after realizing that his hand was also infected with the Omeira virus: "I'm sorry—I—"
Xie Jin opened the priest's collar, exposing the lesions covering his body: "Omela virus doesn't work on me either, I have omela antibodies in my gene." He took out the alcohol from the package and took the medicine Wipe the cotton on the late-stage lesions bleeding out pus and blood. "From the mother spot, a large-scale lesion has occurred. At most tomorrow morning, the place with the lesion will start to fester inch by inch. The medicine you took is effective for the early symptoms. , now——" Xie Jin was silent, he knew that he didn't need to say anything, the boy would understand.
To Xie Jin's surprise, the young man was very calm. He looked at Xie Jin, the flame of hope burning in his eyes was not extinguished: "I have antibodies in my body, can you use my antibodies to save him?"
Xie Jin shook his head: "Omera is very specific, your antibody won't work on him."
The young man was silent. He sat aside without saying a word. After a while, he raised his head and stared at Xie Jin: "Can you save him——I am willing to pay any price. I am an Alpha. My organs are said to be very valuable. You can also save him." You can sell me to those slave owners, my body is young and healthy."
"I'm a soldier," Xie Jin said blankly, "not a scientist, nor a businessman who sells organs or human beings."
The boy clenched his teeth and his body trembled slightly. The priest sighed, pressed the boy's shoulders, and signed in sign language.
——It's okay, I just go to heaven to meet them, I miss them.
Seeing that the boy was silent, he signed again.
—Son, you go under the statue and take out the pictures, I want to see them again.
The boy nodded. He ran to the statue, removed a pot of dead flowers, took out the old photos that were pressed under it, and handed it to the priest.
It was an old photo that had been oxidized to the point of yellowing. Apart from the young priest, there were eight children in total. The oldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was held in the arms of the priest, showing an innocent and bright smile.
The sun shone through the broken stained glass above his head and hit the priest's kind face. He looked at the photo with a contented and comfortable smile.
The priest pasted the photo on his heart, closed his eyes, opened and closed his chapped lips, and silently chanted a prayer: "May I meet you again in heaven—"
Ten minutes later, the priest was so tired that he fell asleep, and the photo fell from his arms.
The boy leaned over to pick up the photo, wiped the pus and blood on his dirty sleeve, and inadvertently wiped out the appearance of a blond boy.
"The priest adopted a lot of children, and they all died, leaving me alone. Soon, the priest will die too." The young man caressed every smiling face on it with his fingertips, and murmured, "He is my father, I don't want to let him die." If he dies, if there is any way to save him, I am willing to do it."
Xie Jin pressed his shoulder, endured the severe pain, and took out the bullet stuck between the bones. His forehead was wet with sweat, his black hair was dripping down in front of his eyes, and after panting for a moment with blurred eyes, Xie Jin said: "R1 antibiotics."
Lancelot in human form handed out an injection, Xie Jin glanced at the young man: "Hello."
The young man looked at Xie Jin with red eyes, and suddenly a silver injection fell into his palm, and the casing was printed with the sealed words "National Highest Military Hospital".
Xie Jin: "Inject him with this antibiotic, it will last for a few days. Change your alcohol."
The young man froze for a moment, his eyes fell on Xie Jin's shoulder, a black blood hole was particularly shocking in the white skin, the blood soaked the clothes around the wound, Xie Jin said without changing expression: "Find the hole around his heart." Female spot, injected at the black core."
"Okay." Taking advantage of the priest's drowsiness, the young man injected him with an injection, and then walked to Xie Jin with the alcohol, "Do you need me to help you with the medicine?"
"No need." Xie Jin gritted his teeth and handed the alcohol to Lancelot. He looked around and asked, "Is it safe here?"
"It's pretty safe," the boy said, still looking at Xie Jinzhi's wound, "This is the place where the outbreak of the Omela virus is most severe, and rebels generally don't come here."
"Okay," Xie Jin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were determined, "Open the repair cabin, the duration—" He glanced at the boy, "One hour."
"It's very dangerous," Lancelot reminded, "Neither you nor I have the ability to protect ourselves in repair mode, this boy—we don't know his details."
"Didn't you say that he is like my brother?" Xie Jin said, "Then trust my 'brother' once. I must recover as soon as possible and find out why Aurora appears here."
Lancelot changed shape, turning into water-blue light and wrapping around Xie Jin's body. Xie Jin took off all his clothes and lay flat on the cold ground. The cells in his body split rapidly under the stimulation of the repair light, constantly repairing the damaged body Wound.
The young man stood outside the light and looked down at the naked Xie Jin. His eyes fell on Xie Jin's short black hair and fair face for a long time.
He prayed hoarsely: "The days of my life will be brighter than noonday, and though there is darkness, it will still be like morning."
An hour of cell repair passed quickly. After Xie Jin woke up, the pain in his shoulder disappeared, and the blood hole left by the gunshot was basically filled to death, but the bone problem still needed more time to repair.
He sat up, put on his clothes, and looked back at the boy handing over a bowl of porridge, with a few yellow leaves floating in it.
The boy said, "Eat a little of this first, and I'll go change the food tomorrow."
Xie Jin took it, and drank the rancid porridge without changing his face. He picked out the leaves and put them in the boy's bowl, and asked, "When will you take me to see the stronghold?"
"Tomorrow they will change shifts at five o'clock in the morning." The young man was not polite to Xie Jin, and picked up the vegetable leaves and ate them. "Sometimes I will take advantage of this time to steal something from them, but the time is very short. know what you're going to do."
"How short?"
"Only about 10 minutes."
Xie Jin was silent, and asked again: "Do you know their mechs?"
"The black mecha?"
"Yes, it's called Aurora."
"I know," the boy quickly finished his porridge, but his stomach growled. He frowned, pressed his stomach, and said, "It probably came here three years ago. The rebels bought off the guarding garrison, and it went smoothly. The land was transported in, and when it came, it was in a very unstable state, and it destroyed more than half of this place."
The boy pointed straight at a huge chemical chimney that was split in half, and the fracture was crisp.
"That's what it did, you want to trouble it?"
"I think so." Xie Jin said.
"Where's your companion?"
"Can't contact, it will expose my location."
"Even I dare not use the function at will," Lancelot said helplessly, "The enemy's information coverage network is very powerful, and its strength is comparable to that of the imperial palace."
"They've been here for ten years."
"The empire has also let them go for more than ten years."
"What does the emperor look like?" the boy asked suddenly.
Lancelot released a photo of Emperor Goval Frox. The young man looked at it carefully, and was even a little lost in thought. After a while, he said, "A pearl on his crown can be exchanged for dozens of kilograms of compressed biscuits." —Maybe a few hundred kilograms, I don’t know, but I think people shouldn’t starve to death.”
Xie Jin gave him the correct answer: "It can feed everyone in your church."
The young man was thoughtful, his black eyes gradually darkened, he shook off the old cotton cloth and covered the bench beside him, and said, "You can lie here and rest for a while."
Xie Jin nodded, and Lancelot surrounded Xie Jin, emitting a soft blue light.
After Xie Jin fell asleep, Lancelot reflected a vague shadow in the air, and chatted with the boy: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Don't sleep," the boy said, "I will keep watch at night. Although the rebels don't come here often, it's not like they never come here."
"How long have you been here," said Lancelot, "your constitution is very good, but chronic malnutrition keeps you from realizing your potential, especially your bones and muscles, if you have enough meat to eat, I think you'll make a very good Alpha."
"I haven't eaten meat, and I don't know."
Lancelot sighed regretfully: "If the imperial engineers hadn't raided all my collections, I could give you enough meat. Oh, you don't have a refrigerator here, and the meat will go bad. I also have a refrigerator, the latest model. One-second quick-freezing refrigerator, four-temperature multi-cycle, full-time induction frequency conversion, even the nobles have to queue up to buy it."
"What's his name?" The boy glanced at Xie Jin who was sleeping lightly.
"Xie Jin," Lancelot said, "he is an orphan just like you, Mrs. Lena adopted him, you both have the same black hair and black eyes, which are very rare in the empire, have you been here since you were a child ?”
"Well," said the boy, "my father abandoned me and my mother, we wandered to the γ3 area, the priest took us in, and then my mother died of illness, and I lived here."
"I've been thinking..." Lancelot's voice suddenly became tense. He turned his head and carefully observed Xie Jin, leaned into the boy's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Could you be brothers? Black eyes are really rare..."
juvenile:"……"
The teenager shook his head: "No, I'm sure, I have a brother, but it's not him."
Lancelot: "...Oh, what a pity. The master has always been a very tolerant person, no matter what pain he suffers, he will bear it alone. I always thought that if he can find a relative who is connected by blood, maybe he can find someone Share it with him."
"He's an Omega," said the boy, "a very good Omega, and he'll find a mate."
"He hates his Omega status very much," Lancelot sighed, "The empire is too unfair to Omega."
Lancelot suddenly stopped talking, and quietly floated around the two of them.
Xie Jin turned over and opened his eyes when his back was facing them, staring at the faint sparks in the cold night, lost in thought.