"He had laser gunshot wounds."

The Bon monk Xia Zha who treated him also looked at the injury on his right shoulder. The perforation on the porcelain white skin was like a purple-black ulcer, with black blood flowing out of it.

"The injury has worsened. We don't have the equipment in the Interstellar Force that specializes in treating laser gunshot wounds."

Everyone was shocked, and Xuanji burst into tears.

She had even forgotten that he was shot through his right shoulder when he rushed into the Great Hall of the People, because he always looked indifferent to injuries. When they shot down the drone with him, she never thought that he was fighting with injuries.

Perfect as a shooting machine.

Kalki was almost unconscious now. He kept talking gibberish. His whole body was covered in sweat and as hot as if he was being burned by the fire of hell. She touched his sweaty forehead.

"Is there a thermometer here?" she asked, "I think his temperature has exceeded 42 degrees Celsius."

There was silence for a while, and then Xia Zha said to her, "We are here at Longta Temple to experience penance. In principle, we will not receive any outsiders."

The meaning is very clear, there is nothing here.

"Kalki! Kalki!" No matter how she called him, he could no longer respond.

She asked herself with palpitations, will Kalki die of illness?

"Everyone, go and have a rest. He must wake up on his own. If he is a destined person, he will not die randomly."

His Holiness Tashi Gyaltsen left very openly, showing his true "Buddhist" style in front of Xuanji.

"No! I won't leave!" She insisted on staying with Shaza, a doctor, to take care of the unconscious Kalki.

After suffering like this for several hours, he was extremely strong and survived the peak of the attack, and his moans and convulsions became calmer.

"Xuanji..." His consciousness became clear again, but he spoke very softly. It was only when she leaned close to his mouth that she could clearly hear what he was saying.

"I need to confess while I can still speak..."

"Ah! Confession?" She raised her head in surprise and couldn't believe her ears.

She, an ungrateful pseudo-believer, finally understood how pious Kalki was. The first thing he did when he woke up was that he was afraid that he would lose consciousness again and be unable to make his deathbed confession.

"Can Master Jiaxing do it?" she asked quickly.

"Shan..." His lips were chapped.

Yuanjiao is really a strange religion, like a mixture of many religions, but it is very relaxed. For example, for confession, you can find any clergy from any religion, or even family and friends in an emergency. If you really can’t confess,

That's no problem...it made her so relaxed that she forgot about everything.

Only a devout believer like Kalki who grew up in "Bukhara" would respect religious rituals in this way.

The honest Master Jiaxing came after hearing the news. She quickly left the room and went to find the two believers of the Guangming Cult.

"Have you brought any medicine? Now is the time when you need it."

Ajia and Mira looked at each other.

"We can't help in this matter. To put it bluntly, our plan was to help you spend time together as close companions. We didn't expect that he would become so ill." Mira maintained her mysterious and arrogant aura.

"Ah! It's so funny! You brought so many beautiful clothes and even horses for us, but you didn't bring delicious food, let alone life-saving emergency medicine." Xuanji shouted.

"Our heroine," Mira's black eyes flickered, as if she was hiding something, "You are born into a noble family, but this does not mean that you must live a comfortable life in this world. We took you from Manxing City

The purpose of withdrawing from the colorful world is to train your nature of enduring pain. The Lord also treats everyone equally, he can only get through it by himself."

"Ah! This is too torturous!" she cried in protest. No matter how noble or not, it is all empty dignity, and it is actually torturing people pointlessly.
Chapter completed!