The hospital is not too large, and there is no perfect medical policy in the local area.

Even if the hospital has low treatment capacity, the medicines used are mostly cheap, and the main products are anti-inflammatory, fever-reducing and pain-relieving drugs.

It is not something that people in this country can afford to consume.

There are even doctors who are rushing around between rural and towns in the local area.

This type of person specifically refers to the lack of a fixed organization.

Generally, medical staff with certain medical knowledge and abilities approved and assigned by the village or local grassroots government.

Under direct leadership and medical guidance from local township hospitals, their characteristics are: both farming and medical treatment, farming during busy farming, and practicing medicine during slack farming.

Or part-time medical staff at the grassroots level in the village who work farming during the day and deliver medicine to the hospital at night.

However, due to the lack of medicines, this type of people use some homemade local medicines to a large extent.

Ordinary small soldiers and small disasters also have good healing effects.

So there are not many wards in this hospital building. When asked about one of the patients with melted face, the female nurse pointed out the direction for them directly.

“It’s here.”

Two priests who pretended to be Muyi believers led Father Nion to the door of the ward.

There was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant water, and even a musty smell.

Neon resisted the pungent smell and walked in. There was a layer of green moss in the corner of the chalk wall.

This shows how humid the room is.

"What a pitiful person." The priest next to him couldn't help but draw a holy emblem on his chest. The priest next to him pressed down his arm and reminded him not to do such actions here. In the depths of faith, the behavior of pagans often brings great trouble to himself.

"Shh~~~" Father Nean calmed them.

The three of them tiptoed to each other's bed.

The other party had a white cloth covered with a face.

If it weren't for the other party's distorted and blistered mouth in the middle to breathe, Neon would have been worried that the other party would be dead.

His mission can only be ended in failure.

"You ask me what happened that day?" Father Neon said to the two people in front of him.

Before the two of them could speak, the people on the hospital bed made intermittent and weak sounds.

"No need...I can understand... in English."

Father Nean blinked, could he say that all the people in this poor country are so talented?

The other party's response soon made Father Nean clear his doubts, "I am a tour guide for a travel company... the company is a transnational travel company... the headquarters is in Yingji.

At the same time, I don’t need to hide it…I am a thief, but I’m just using the identity of a tour guide…to trade with foreign traders.”

Father Neon was a little confused. He didn't think there was anything else that the people of this country could steal.

And it can also be attracted by foreign businessmen.

"What did you steal? Are you a thief? He specializes in stealing some things hidden by rich people or high-ranking officials?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My accomplices and I dig out some ancient religious relics... There are always some good things buried under the ground where some religious relics are."

"Tomb robber!" the two priests next to them exclaimed.

Father Neon shook his head, "They are not tomb robbers, and religious relics are not tombs... Well... But sometimes some clergy are indeed buried under the religious buildings.

Or people who have important achievements.

Some religions such as churches or temples will also bury some very important holy objects or treasures deep underground on the platform for worship.

I have read many ancient classics, and most royal families in Europe like to store wealth in churches.

In ancient times, churches in Europe were almost becoming banks for rich people.

So it is not appropriate to call them tomb robbers, but they can be called robbers... or stubborn robbers!"

"You guys... can call me whatever you want... My accomplices and I will sell out some things excavated from religious buildings.

Most of these things are very ancient religious relics... The target of transactions is also some international black market cultural relics dealers."

The two priests next to them immediately shouted loudly, "You are breaking the law by smuggling cultural relics. This country is already in ruins. Do you even sell the thin heritage left by your ancestors?"

The person lying on the bed smiled with difficulty. This action made him feel very uncomfortable and stopped quickly.

He continued, “Religious antiquities are all things of the true God.

The True God loves every believer who believes in him... Then he will definitely not starve to death when he is in vain.

I didn't want to be starved to death or to be poor… so I went to dig out the little things that the True God left us to exchange for food and money.

I can better serve the True God...I am not wrong."

The true god mentioned by the other party is the name of the Muyi religion for fear of the Holy Lord.

The two priests next to them were a little angry. Although they joined the Holy Bishop, it did not mean that they despise the motherland, otherwise they would not have come back to preach.

If they wanted to live a better life, they could have stayed in Europe at the beginning.

"This is a sad idea, and you think it's a gift from the Holy Lord."

"Holy Lord...Holy Lord? You just called Him the Holy Lord?" The man lying on the hospital bed was stunned for a moment and then struggled, "So that's it. You are not a Muyi clan at all, and what you said does not contain any accent.

Just like the smugglers I've seen.

Let me guess...you are from the Holy See."

Father Nean closed his mouth, but unexpectedly he was the one who showed his own foot.

"This is a punishment... Both of my companions are dead... I think it's time for me... Whether you are a pastor or a priest... I hope someone on the scene is an imam of the Muyi Cult, but when I'm about to die, I can confess like you, which is perfect...

Can you imagine that sad scene when a person is about to die without anyone listening to his confession?”

Father Neon hurriedly asked, "Holy Lord...or the true God in your eyes must have forgiven you at the moment when you sincerely repent, so tell me what exactly did you do to be like this?"

"We dug a religious building ruin on the 'Ateraman Mountain'... In fact, even the bricks on the walls were removed... and even the ground was pried open and taken away by others!

We dug deep into the ground and found a bronze coffin.”

Father Nine nodded, what the other party said could basically correspond to what the prophet saw. He then asked, "You must have opened the bronze coffin, what is inside?"

"We thought there would be financial reports inside... After all, the burialist who can use bronze coffins must have a lot of identity and money... But when we opened it, the things inside released a burst of light.

The light shone on our faces, like it was poured with hot molten iron. I could feel the flesh on my face was like ice thrown into boiling water.

I saw a golden cup inside... What's even more terrifying is that there is... and... "

The other party died without telling the mysterious thing that still existed next to him.
Chapter completed!