Just as he was thinking, Jiang Junming suddenly heard a crying sound coming from a distance.

There is a living person! Jiang Junming immediately threw all the distracting thoughts behind his head and ran in the direction where the crying came.

The two people were carrying a stretcher woodenly, and one hand was hanging down on the stretcher. The hand showed typical symptoms of a patient with cholera. The two people carrying the stretcher followed another girl, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, staggering and crying while walking. Suddenly the girl felt uncomfortable and squatted on the side of the road and vomited. The vomit was white rice soup-like water, and she didn't vomit much, and then stood up, her figure became even weaker. She didn't know when she would fall on the side of the road and die in silence.

Jiang Junming had long been used to dealing with patients. After getting closer, he said loudly: "I am the priest of the Goddess Church, and I am here to save you."

Let me explain it clearly first so that there will be more quarrels. Time is precious, and Jiang Junming doesn't want to waste it for nothing.

The two people carrying the stretcher looked dull, and even after hearing Jiang Junming say this, there was no excitement. The person in front said: "We have no money, and we can't bear the treatment of Lord Priest."

The man behind was obviously very angry and cursed: "The priests are not priests. Those rich and nobles can be treated. We poor people can only wait for death. Is it that God just let you priests love the world!"

Jiang Junming understood that these people were carrying patients to the church for help, because the plague broke out, and there were too many people in need of help. These poor people could not get treatment at all, and could only wait for the arrival of death in helpless silence. Although the block was blocked, the slums were the most overlooked place. It was probably possible to enter but not leave. The armed forces of the city council made them come back. From this point of view, it was no wonder these people looked dull and looked like they were waiting for death.

"You put down the person first, I am the priest, and I am here to treat the patient." Jiang Junming said as he walked to the stretcher.

"Master Master? Hahaha!" One of them laughed wildly, losing his mind in the fear and oppression of death and helpless sorrow. The laughter gradually turned into crying, looking at Jiang Junming frantically.

"No magic, use spiritual replenishment? You're kidding." The person behind was quite sane. Seeing Jiang Junming take out a small bottle of light green potion and prepare to give it to the patient to drink. He had originally held a glimmer of hope for Jiang Junming who was the priest of the Goddess Church, but it was not until this time that he realized how ridiculous he was. He could become a priest at such a young age? Without magic, use spiritual replenishment. I don't know which child from this family was crazy and came to make trouble.

"Get out, I want to play somewhere else." The man pushed Jiang Junming with his hands.

Jiang Junming calmed his shoulders and dissolved the power invisibly. Then he looked up at the man and said with a smile: "This is the gift of caring for the goddess. Anyway, you can't do anything about it, it's always okay. There's no harm in trying it."

This is true. Although I don’t believe what Jiang Junming said, it’s not a bad idea to try it. The man was stunned and smiled bitterly while watching Jiang Junming feed the patient the refreshing potion.

"Whose child is you? Go back quickly. If you get sick, you may not be able to go back." The man behind persuaded. This situation was very strange. A child wearing a white robe had a holy emblem of an unknown church on his chest and ran over to say he was a priest in the Goddess Church. Isn't this a joke? Where can priests treat patients without using divine art? Just in front of other churches, I saw the priests of the church casting divine arts and curing one patient after another. But because there were too many patients, the priests' divine power was quickly consumed and they could not cure all the patients. They went around several churches until the Dusk City was controlled by the armed forces of the city council, and they were driven back to the slums.

In the eyes of those priests and men, the lives of poor people in slums cannot be as good as their dogs. Although this fact is cruel, it is extremely true.

Refreshing potion, Alas, if the refreshing potion is useful, so many people would not have died. At this moment, the man saw Jiang Junming feed the refreshing potion to the patient, and then the patient's face gradually became rosy.

It was an hallucination, and he forced a wry smile. The old man was about to die, and the child behind him also had an epidemic. It was possible that he would be the turn. In this world, he would just die, just hope that he would not suffer too much sin when he died.

No! Why did the almost dead father's hand move? The man rubbed his eyes, afraid that his eyes were blurred and he misjudged the situation.

Yes, I did move for a while and my face turned rosy. Although the wrinkles of the whole body caused by dehydration are still there, it has improved greatly. What exactly happened? Is it the effect of the refreshing potion?

Just as he thought of this, the man saw Jiang Junming standing up, walking to the girl behind him, handing over a small bottle of refreshing potion, and saying gently: "Drink this and your illness will be cured."

The girl was exhausted and vomited so hard that she was dizzy. She didn't know what was going on. When she heard someone talking to her, she subconsciously took the refreshing potion from Jiang Junming's hand and drank it.

The refreshing potion is a little cool, but when it enters the mouth and flows down the esophagus, it seems like a clear sweet spring flowing happily in the body. Wherever it passes, it washes all the filth and takes away all the illnesses. The sweet spring is full of vitality, and the weak body just now is filled with strength, just like when it is not sick, it is even more energetic than usual.

The girl looked at Jiang Junming in confusion, not knowing what kind of medicine he had just drunk. It seemed...it seemed that his illness was cured. He begged for a long time at the door of other churches, but all he got was cold eyes and indifference. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned here, a young priest appeared in front of him, handed over a bottle of medicine, and told him that the illness would be cured after drinking it.

Is this a dream? Is he dead? The girl looked at Jiang Junming and looked at her grandfather lying on a stretcher. The old man had already sat up and said, "I want to drink water."

The sound is not loud, but it is full of confidence. There is an old saying that every person who is dying will be full of vitality. It makes sense, but my grandfather doesn't look like he was before he dies, just like he usually takes a nap and prepares to drink water.

The two men carrying the stretcher looked at each other in amazement, and then a ecstasy filled their hearts. When they were saved, there was no need to beg, the priest from the church came to him and handed over a bottle of potion.

The two knelt in front of Jiang Junming, and the person behind him said excitedly: "Little priest, what kind of church are you a priest? I will convert to the church in the future and serve the gods devoutly."

"I am the priest of the Care Goddess Church. Don't be excited, go home and have a good rest. If you feel unsafe, you can go to the vicinity of the Temple where the Care Goddess is, which is safe there." Jiang Junming said with a smile.

After saying that, Jiang Junming turned around and left. The old man who sat up on the stretcher also saw clearly what was going on. He barely supported himself and knelt on the ground, put his hands together in front of his chest, and sincerely thanked the goddess of care for the selfless treatment. Several people still had confused expressions on their faces. What just happened was like a dream. At the most helpless time, the young man who claimed to be a caregiver of the church appeared in front of him and saved his relatives with a bottle of ordinary refreshing potion that could not be more ordinary. Then, he left without asking for anything in return and continued to rescue others.

Such people really exist? Such things really happened in front of me? Until Jiang Junming's figure disappeared into the night, these people were still a little unbelievable.

"Grandpa, is he really a priest who cares about the church?"

"Of course." The old man who received treatment knelt on the ground, stopped his gratitude and prayer to the goddess of care, looked at the little girl seriously and said, "Where can anyone do these things except the real priest?"

The two men carrying stretchers couldn't believe it. When they heard the old man say this, they recalled what had just happened, and it was indeed what the old man said. Except for the real priest, no one can walk on this hellish street regardless of their own safety, whether it is filth or anything else, without asking for reward, just to save people. Apart from miracles, can anyone else do such a thing besides the real priest?

The bodies were constantly buried, and the night gradually became deeper. Jiang Junming suddenly saw a man lying on the ground in the dark, as if he had moved.

There were dead bodies all the way, extremely quiet. Although the man just moved his hands and made the last weak struggle, it was extremely clear in Jiang Junming's eyes. He accelerated his pace and walked to the person. Jiang Junming tested his pulse and was still pulsing. Jiang Junming was happy and turned the person over and placed it on the ground, feeding him a refreshing potion.

As before, as the refreshing potion was taken, the man's hands and feet began to quickly return to normal color, and he suddenly sat up in Jiang Junming's arms, looking at Jiang Junming and several strong young men with confusion.

The person who was rescued was a little scared. He just woke up and couldn't tell the difference. He thought he had encountered a robber, so he stood up and ran away.

Jiang Junming said: "Don't run away, I am the priest of the Goddess Church, and I am here to save you."

The man had just run a step, his legs were weak and he fell down again.

"I am a priest, here to save you." Jiang Junming walked to the man with a wry smile and said.

"I... I don't have money on me, I don't have a single copper coin, don't kill me." The man said stutteringly. Seeing the strong young man following Jiang Junming covered his face, the man thought he had met a robber, and even forgot about the fact that he was sick and fainted on the roadside before, he begged Jiang Junming. (To be continued...)

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