Chapter 53: Discharged from the Hospital

Two hours later, when the large bottle of blood was almost fully infused, Father Hank walked in with two nuns dressed in pristine white.

Silas's heart had completely calmed by now. He smiled and said, "You're quite punctual."

Father Hank glanced at the drip bottle and said casually, "I've been doing this for years; I'm used to it."

Saying this, Father Hank walked over, lifted the surrounding bed curtains, and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Very good. My whole body feels relaxed and warm, very comfortable, and full of strength," Silas said, clenching his palm.

Father Hank nodded, touched Silas's neck and chest, and then said, "The absorption is very good. As expected of a body strengthened by griffin blood, it has already surpassed that of an ordinary person somewhat."

After speaking, Father Hank asked with some confusion, "What happened to the wound on your chest? That wound is right next to your heart. A slight mishap could have injured your heart."

This wound was from when he had been stabbed by the Zealot from the Green Flame Brotherhood. Although it had healed somewhat, it was still very noticeable.

Silas's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. He then sighed. "I have a dog at home; that dog is a bit too lively. Once, when I was cooking in the kitchen, I fell. It thought something had happened to me and rushed over. A knife nearby accidentally slipped and fell. Fortunately, I was wearing thick clothes at the time, and it only pierced some flesh, not injuring anything inside."

Hearing this, the two nuns beside him looked at each other strangely, wondering what kind of dog could cause such a thing.

Silas shamelessly pushed all the blame onto the Husky. "That dog is a standard idiot. You'll know when you see it sometime in the future."

Father Hank then sat down, removed the needle, and pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball onto the puncture site, admonishing, "It wasn't that you were wearing thick clothes, but that you were lucky."

Silas grunted in acknowledgment, then asked nonchalantly, "By the way, you examined my body when I was unconscious, right? Did you find any diseases or hidden ailments?"

Father Hank shook his head upon hearing this. "No. Although your constitution was a bit weak at the time, your overall condition was quite good. Also, it seems you have an extra bone in your chest. That bone protected your heart in a strange way. This is a kind of congenital deformity, but it should be considered a beneficial mutation, much like some people are born with six fingers. It won't affect your future life; you don't need to worry too much about it."

"It was this bone that helped you block the knife, only piercing a bit of flesh."

Silas secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "So that's what 'lucky' meant just now!"

"I don't know what form that icy heart takes in my body. Although I don't know how they examined it, Father Hank seems to have mistaken the ice around my heart for a bone. Anyway, it's fine as long as it's not exposed."

While Silas was pondering, a nun beside him placed Silas's clothes, hat, and cane on the bedside table.

"To digest this energy, you can't continue lying in bed. Otherwise, you'll easily get dizzy and nauseous due to blood thickening," Father Hank said.

Silas naturally knew what he meant. He clenched his fist. "Just right, I've had enough of lying down."

At this moment, Silas's body had basically fully recovered. He put on his clothes, picked up his cane, and instantly felt much more at ease.

Just as he stood up and took a step, Silas stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, the cane in his hand finally truly served a purpose consistent with its name.

Under Father Hank's instruction, the two concerned-looking nuns did not help Silas but let him slowly find his rhythm on his own.

After learning his lesson, Silas carefully moved his legs. After a few steps, he gradually got the feel of it.

"Phew! It's been a long time since I felt like this! Father, how long was I lying down?" Silas now felt refreshed and invigorated. Although his body was still a bit stiff, there was an indescribable comfort.

Father Hank calculated for a moment. "It's been three days. Seventy-three hours."

Silas, stepping on the polished floor, walked unsteadily towards the door and asked, "Can I go out and bask in the sun?"

"Of course, but you need to wear an overcoat."

…

Father Hank took very good care of Silas. Fifteen minutes later, Silas, wearing a heavy overcoat and holding his cane, walked out of the ward area along the long corridor and saw a pristine white world.

It must have just snowed. The sun was bright, and combined with the white snow on the ground, the whole world was extra bright.

Silas took a deep breath of the cold air, leaned on his cane as he walked down the steps, and looked up, enjoying the sunlight on his face.

"Once you can walk normally, you can be discharged directly and go home," Father Hank walked over and reminded him.

"Thank you for your care," Silas turned his head and said gratefully.

Father Hank smiled and waved his hand. "It just so happens I have some time today. Are you interested in visiting your future workplace?"

Silas laughed happily upon hearing this. "I'd be delighted."

The two walked side by side on the neatly cleared stone path. The two nuns did not follow; they had their own work.

Silas looked at the scenery around him as he walked.

The surrounding trees were already bare, covered in frost flowers.

In all directions were towering buildings and courtyard walls. Even the spires of the nearby church were covered in snow, cloaked in silver, incredibly beautiful.

Looking ahead, on both sides were continuous stretches of tall buildings. Standing here, Silas felt as if he were in the corner of a maze.

Father Hank smiled and explained, "As the center that shelters a city, the Church of Holy Blood was designed with many functions in mind. One of the most important is that if there is any large-scale attack or disaster, it must be able to accommodate over ten thousand people simultaneously and ensure their safety, protecting them from any attacks. Therefore, during the design, not only was the internal space utilization maximized, but some safety measures were also implemented."

Hearing this, Silas sighed, "Truly a far-sighted design."

Father Hank said with some emotion, "We haven't experienced that turbulent era. During the first demonic invasion, when religions were numerous, it was an age of continuous wars on the continent and rampant monsters. At that time, whichever church could protect more citizens could gain more believers. The far-sighted Pope Lawrence, along with six master architects, spent a long time specifically optimizing the structure of the churches. This allowed the believers of our Church of Holy Blood to achieve the greatest survival rate during city sieges by soldiers and monster tides. It was from that time onwards that the tradition of one church per city gradually evolved. Wherever there is a Church of Holy Blood, it is under the protection of the Church of Holy Blood."

Silas imagined that era of war and hardship where people struggled to survive and sighed, "The thinking of the ancient sages is truly not something we can easily catch up to."

As they spoke, the two passed through a grey stone archway and happened to meet two priests head-on.

Looking closely, Silas recognized the righteous-looking Father Anthony.