Slept for five days and five nights
At this time, another voice shook its head: "Why apply ointment? This is just a superficial wound. It will heal naturally in a few days. The key point right now is that the leader's spiritual realm seems to have collapsed."
Everyone was talking at once, their faces filled with anxiety and confusion.
As the only doctor in the tribe, the archbishop suppressed his inner panic and began to examine Achir.
He carefully examined the wounds all over Achilles' body and found that although he was covered with scars, the male's unique super self-healing ability made most of these injuries not a problem and they would heal in a short time.
But when his eyes fell on Achilles' abdomen, his expression suddenly changed.
There was a large wound caused by the explosion, and the bloody and mangled appearance was shocking.
While carefully bandaging Achir, the Archbishop looked up at Anrita and asked, "You are the chief's companion. Can you provide him with deep spiritual counseling?"
In fact, the archbishop did not have much expectations when he asked this question.
In his memory, the mental strength level of the little female in front of him was extremely low.
But at this point, he had no other choice but to place his last hope on Anrita.
Hearing this, Anrita slowly stepped forward.
Seeing this, several males immediately gave up their positions.
Anrita protected her lower abdomen, slowly squatted down, and looked at the unconscious Aqir with soft eyes.
After a moment, she whispered to the Archbishop and the others, "Achir is fine. His spiritual realm hasn't collapsed. He's just exhausted himself and passed out."
Having said that, Anrita paused for a moment and continued:
"After all, he was single-handedly trying to withstand the bombardment of hundreds of small mechas, as well as various super-powerful laser particle cannons. It's a miracle that he could hold on."
As Anrita spoke, she had already quietly comforted Achir in the spiritual realm.
She looked up at the Archbishop and said solemnly: "Aqir's injuries are too serious. He must be sent to the hospital."
Although the people of the Dark Forest Tribe never go to the hospital, they have their own unique rules of survival and healing methods.
But the current situation is special and no one dares to risk Archer's life.
After hearing what Anrita said, the Archbishop immediately stood up and said decisively: "Okay, let's go to the hospital!"
Then, everyone transformed into animal forms.
Some of them were huge and carried Achill steadily, while others guarded around to ensure the safety of everyone.
Anita sat on the archbishop's beast-shaped back, and the group hurriedly left the dark forest and headed towards the nearest town.
At this time, the officers of the nearby garrison wanted to talk to Anrita.
He saw the group of people rushing towards the town from afar and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
After hesitating for a moment, he glanced at the message from Eugene, weighed the pros and cons again and again, and finally arranged for someone to follow quietly behind, and repeatedly reminded them to protect the safety of the little female at all costs.
…
Five days later, Archer slowly woke up.
The sunlight shines through the clean windows of the hospital, gently falling on him and bringing a touch of warmth.
He lay on the snow-white hospital bed, the sheets emitting a faint smell of disinfectant, which was both unfamiliar and made him a little uneasy.
He slowly glanced around, dazed for a long time before his brain cleared up from the chaos and realized that he was in a hospital.
From childhood to adulthood, Achilles has lived in the Dark Forest Tribe, following the tribe's traditions and lifestyle, and has never been to a hospital.
At this moment, he even suspected that he was dreaming, everything before his eyes was so unreal.
He frowned and subconsciously wanted to get up. As he moved, he felt pain all over his body, especially in his abdomen. The sharp pain made him gasp.
Just as he was trying to endure the pain and prepare to sit up, he caught a glimpse of someone lying next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Aqir's eyes suddenly opened, his face full of surprise.
He turned his head cautiously, moving so gently as if he was afraid of disturbing the other person.
What comes into view is the peaceful sleeping face of the little female.
She lay on her side, eyes closed, deep in sleep.
The little female's eyelashes were very long, like two small fans, casting faint shadows on her cheeks as she breathed.
Her lips were red, plump, like cherries, and her long black hair was carefully braided into a thick braid that fell softly under the bed.
As Archer looked at this scene, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart.
As if worried about disturbing his rest, the little female only occupied a corner of the bed, her small body curled up, looking particularly weak.
Archer looked at her and couldn't help but worry. If she lay on the edge of the bed like this and turned over, she might easily fall off.
Thinking of this, his eyes became more gentle.
The little female was so tiny, lying defenselessly beside him, she looked so adorable that it filled him with a desire to protect her.
Aqir couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. The moment his fingertips touched her skin, his heart trembled slightly.
He found himself becoming more and more greedy.
In the past, he felt that being able to live peacefully with Angie was enough.
But as time went by, his heart changed quietly.
He was no longer satisfied with just calling her Angie and longed to know her real name, the name that belonged only to her.
Now, this desire has become stronger.
He not only wanted to know her name, but also wanted to see her true face, the one that was not covered by any disguise.
He hoped that even if they were separated in the future, when he recalled her, what would appear in his mind would not be a blurry figure wearing a mask, but her most real and beautiful appearance.
He wanted to know her name, what she looked like, everything about her.
Achilles reached out again, and this time, he gently held the little female in his arms, moving extremely carefully, afraid of hurting her and afraid of waking her from her sweet dream.
He let the little female lie in his arms and adjusted herself to a comfortable position.
While doing this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He frowned, but his eyes never left the little female.
It seems that the injury there is serious and it hasn’t healed yet!
Anita was awakened by him. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him blankly. Then her eyes lit up and she sat up suddenly: "Aqir, you are finally awake!"
He has been in a coma for five whole days!
Looking at the excitement in the eyes of the little female Anrita, Achir couldn't help but feel deeply guilty.
He lowered his head slightly, his tone low and apologetic: "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"
His voice was full of self-blame.
Anita nodded slightly, then sighed and said:
"Not only me, but the Archbishop and his men were also terrified by you. When we went deep into the heart of the Black Forest to look for you, we saw you soaking in the hot springs covered in blood. Even the Archbishop nearly cried at that sight."
Archer stretched out his hands, which were broad and warm, with calluses on his palms from years of wear.
He carefully lifted Anita's face with his rough, yet warm hands, looked at her intently, and asked in a low voice, "What about you? Did you cry?"
Anita remained silent.
Archer's palm lovingly held her face, which was smaller than his palm, and he stared at her seriously.
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