The Holy Light Redemption of the End Times

Benedis didn't think he would wake up again.

Thrall has never been a soft-hearted person. With the last blow, he was sure that his heart had been broken.

It's ridiculous, he was wise all his life, and it would end like this.

To this day, he still can't figure out why he would betray.

Betrayed the country he had guarded all his life, and the people he had guarded all his life (Of course you don’t know what a plot needs.)

But since he is still alive, no matter whether it is atonement or trial, he will not reject reality, and he has the courage to bear his own actions.

He opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him made the archbishop's eyes flicker with astonishment.

This place is not a cell, nor a court, nor is it a place where people are under house arrest.

Searching all his memories, there is also a place where the environment can barely close with this place.

The question is, how did he end up in the ghetto?

That's right, he is now lying on a broken bed made of several pieces of wood, a shed supported by a few iron pipes above his head, surrounded by a material that looks like paper and bricks, and there are large areas under the bed and around it The colorful rubbish pile was of a peculiar material, and he could only make out a few pieces of clothing inside.There was a thin quilt on his body, and he could clearly feel the strong sour smell emanating from it.

He stretched out his hands calmly, and saw a pair of rough palms, full of scars, many small openings, and dust and fine particles, which were worn out by labor and had not been bandaged.

But it's not his hand.

Although he was over fifty years old, his hands were still pampered. For quite a long time, he had never held anything heavier than a staff.

Putting it into labor... If there is a trace of dust in his room, it can only prove one problem, that is, the priests and students of his nearly one legion are all infected by the undead plague, so no one cleans the room.

He is the archbishop, the guide, and even though he often goes to the slums to help others, no one will make him feel slighted.

They were wary because he was their only hope to drive away the disease.

Pulling back his thoughts, he carefully analyzed his situation.

These are a pair of very young hands. Although rough due to hard work, there is no wrinkle. Benedis has saved countless people. He can tell the age from the texture of the skin with just one glance, and he will never exceed 19 years old. age.

I can't breathe in my chest, and I have serious injuries. It is estimated that there is blood in the lungs between the lungs and the trachea.

His fingers ran across his chest, um, two ribs were broken, and one was stuck in his lung.

This young child was just thrown here without any treatment, and died quietly?

How cruel the human heart is.

He resisted the sharp pain in his chest, and connected the ribs smoothly with both hands.

Closing his eyes, concentrating all his mental power, he stretched out his hand and cast a recovery spell on himself.

A faint light slid across his hands, the power of the light promoted the metabolism of the wound, stopped the most serious internal bleeding, and then began to slowly heal the wound, decomposing the accumulated blood in the body.

The pastor exhausted his strength and put down his hands wearily, not even having the strength to wipe his own sweat.

I haven't treated myself for a long time.

If it was before, he could have healed such an injury with only an instant power word spell Ning, but now he mobilized all the remaining spiritual power in his body, and he could only cast a low-level recovery spell.

But since the holy light protected him to be born again, he was sure to reappear his own glory and pass on the brilliance of the holy light.

Putting it in the present, the most important thing is to heal the wounded.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps and a commotion outside.

Benedis was sure he hadn't learned the language, but he could understand it.

Facing this strange environment, he closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.I hope that no other priests will come. Given the sensitivity of priests to souls, the possibility of him being burned at the stake in such a situation may exceed 100%.

Li Siwu is a reporter of Wuyang Evening News—internship stage.

Today, the editor sent him to track down a news thread. A conflict at a construction site in the south of the city over wage demands caused a young migrant worker to fall to his death from a mud room without guardrails.

He felt very uncomfortable. The current newspapers no longer pay attention to such news. From the sensational condemnation at the beginning to the habit now, even if he kicked out the manuscript, the editor asked an intern reporter who had not graduated from school to come. It explains the problem very much.

But when he saw the address of the news, an uncontrollable chill suddenly burst out in his heart.

It was his father's construction site.

The TV station is more than 20 kilometers away from the construction site, which is already outside the third ring road of Wuyang, but Li Siwu ran over in his own battery car, and couldn't remember how many red lights he ran along the way.

He didn't know such a big thing, father, father would not do this, how could father kill someone for money?

He called his father on the way. On the phone, his father just said that someone fell, but he had already paid [-] yuan to send him to the hospital. He heard that it was not a serious injury, so he was going to pay some money and let him not worry.

But if he is not sure, he will not be at ease.

The person who provided the information said with certainty that if someone really died...he didn't even dare to think about it.

My father has a lot of construction sites, and I don’t know much about construction, so I rarely go to construction sites, but I still know the location. This is a small real estate under construction in the third ring road. This year, real estate funds are tight, and my father’s project funds are not much. During the construction period, he temporarily postponed his salary for three months, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

After stopping the car, he rushed directly into the construction site, grabbed a person and asked about today's accident.

"You mean the baby of the Zhou family?" Li Siwu patiently distinguished the short and stout worker with an authentic Sichuan accent, "Old Zhou took the baby to the hospital and said he lost his breath on the way, everyone. The guys are discussing where to live, do you know Zhou's baby?"

"I..." Li Siwu was quick-witted, and directly took his press card, "I am a reporter from Wuyang Evening News. I heard that there was a murder case here, so I came here to interview."

"Oh, reporter Li, come in quickly." The worker stopped him immediately, "This boss is too heartless, you have to write well, if you don't believe him, you don't want to be famous. Here, I will take you there."

Li Si responded unambiguously.

"Old Zhou's nephew is a good boy. He is obedient and sensible. He went out to work with his uncle for his cousin's university tuition. But when he encountered this kind of thing, it was really a crime. Come on, this is Lao Zhou. The worker pointed to a bald man in his 40s in the work shed and said, "Old Zhou, this is a reporter. If you have anything to say to him, it will be useless to say anything."

"Where is the injured?" Li Siwu wanted to make sure it was true, so he interrupted him directly.

The bald man was smoking a cigarette on the chair. When he heard it, he threw away the cigarette butt without saying a word. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. He directly pulled him out to a low work shed in the far corner.

Li Siwu didn't speak, just walked over, his heart almost froze, so many people affirmed, could it be true?

In the shed made of asbestos tiles, there was only a small bed, and a handsome young man was lying on it, without a trace of movement, his face was pale, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. The young man was quite young, he looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, younger than him.

The bald man whispered: "Reporter Li, this is my nephew, that bastard Li Debao, who didn't give us wages and beat people. They pushed my nephew down from the second floor. If they don't admit it, let it go. I didn’t pay any money back, and the hospital won’t do the surgery if they don’t pay me. I really don’t have any money. I have pity on my nephew. I’m out of breath just after I brought it back. You must write it down, otherwise my nephew will be in vain. dead..."

Li Siwu was terrified, he walked up to the boy tremblingly, and put his finger between his nose.

"!"

The weak breath from his hands made his body tremble.He then pressed his fingers on the boy's neck, and truly felt the slight beating of the arteries.

"He's still angry, he's still angry, call 120 quickly." Li Siwu turned around and shouted, "Hurry up."

The bald man stood there in a daze, how could it be, he was obviously the one who looked frustrated...

Benedis faces a difficult choice.

As an archbishop, his first aid and medical methods are naturally extraordinary, and he is no stranger to hemostasis and suturing wounds during first aid on the battlefield.

But seeing the doctor approaching with a shining scalpel and preparing to open him up, he was as powerful as him, and he still couldn't calm down.

He really wanted to tell the other party that his recovery technique was working, and in just a few days, the wounds in his body would heal automatically.

But he couldn't explain his sudden ability.

Is it really going to be stabbed?

Or is this a test given to me by the gods?

But Benedis had no choice. His power had already been used to heal his injuries, and there was not much power left. However, there were seven people in this room. He could kill one, but then he would be completely unconscious... …

The anesthetic injected into his body didn't have much effect on him, because he was injured too badly, and he couldn't move himself, but he couldn't be unconscious now. The doctor gradually approached him, and Benedis decided to let it go, so that his recovery could be improved. It was a matter of course, and this ambulance station was cleaner than the slums just now. If he didn’t suffer the knife and be sent back—thinking of the strong sour smell in the bedding, he instantly made his decision. suffer!

It's just that when the doctor's distance approached and he felt his breath keenly...

This doctor... he smells of alcohol...

Doubt nothing can doubt the taste of the Chief Apothecary of Stormwind City, he can even distinguish the taste of fermented malt in the wine...

Well, the location of his internal bleeding wound was very close to the heart, if the doctor accidentally flicked or dazzled during the operation... Benedis was sure that neither he nor he would end up.

You can't expect a dead priest to cast resurrection on yourself, it's too difficult.

Benedis was certain in his heart, his spirit was concentrated, and he entered the doctor's consciousness in an instant.

Mind Control!

The assistant doctor next to him looked strangely at the chief surgeon's hand froze in mid-air. Just as he was about to ask, the usually rigorous old doctor turned his fingers dexterously, and the delicate scalpel drew a line on his fingertips like a pen. silver light.

Then turned again.

Then turn again.

Then the assistant couldn't help it: "Doctor Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"Looking for the feel." The doctor replied calmly, and cut a very standard "L"-shaped wound with a knife, and then flew up and down like a stunt under the astonished eyes of the knife assistant, opening the inner muscle membrane , changing the hemostat, sutures... There is no room for him to intervene at all.

"Doctor Zhang, please slow down..." The sweat on the little assistant's head immediately fell down. Is the distance too close to the heart? The aorta is right next to it. It's too much to play with the heartbeat...

"I'm in a hurry." The doctor replied calmly when he still had time, as if he was not holding a human body, but doing an anatomical experiment.

"This is not a battlefield." The little assistant was angry.

"For me, yes." The doctor tied the ruptured blood vessel, "If you can't help, don't bother me."

……

When the final wound was closed, the doctor froze in place again.

Just after the assistant doctor asked the nurse to push the patient out, his collar was suddenly pulled, and Dr. Zhang tore off his mask in horror: "Xiao Zhuo, was I in surgery just now?"

The assistant was taken aback, nodded instinctively, and then excitedly said: "Doctor Zhang, you are so amazing, I am so lucky to be able to practice with you. This video of your surgery can definitely be used as a teaching material!"

"Yes, is it?" Doctor Zhang ran out suddenly, leaving the little assistant standing there in a daze. What's wrong with him?

Of course he wouldn't know that this guy who thought he was insanely drunk and was undergoing surgery was afraid of it.

But no matter what, the Bishop survived his wonderful first day here, successfully defended his body, and did not travel back, congratulations!