When I turned my head, I saw a policeman that was burnt all over standing up from a pile of chests. The turbine of his gun spun rapidly while green smoke leaked out from its muzzle. I could guess that he had used up the final bit of his strength to pull that trigger one last time. After firing, he collapsed weakly onto the ground, unmoving. I snapped my head to the side and saw Old Du collapse while holding the right side of his chest.

"Old Du!" I howled and rushed toward him.

The raygun had left a hole in the right side of his chest. Yellow blood was flowing out of his wound.

"Hang on, you'll be fine. It's your right chest, not your heart. Hang on, I'll stop the bleeding," I said, holding back my tears from flowing.

"The hearts of us Gliesens are on the right side of our chest," said Old Du with a helpless smile.

"It's fine. I checked. The wound is quite far from your heart. You'll be fine. Hang on!" I said as I poured a large pack of body restorative liquid onto his body.

The restorative liquid seeped into Old...