The old village chief's arm served as the most compelling evidence of the Little Divine Doctor Tu Xiao'an's abilities. In an instant, a huge crowd swarmed him, forming a tight circle several layers deep.
"Little Divine Doctor, save me! I've had this strange disease for twenty days. The blisters on my body could burst at any moment, and I feel like I could die at any second!"
A man pushed his way to the front of Tu Xiao'an and ripped off his shirt, revealing a horrifying torso covered in blisters. They were packed densely together, leaving his skin looking as though it was riddled with sores and emitting a foul stench.
Based on the recent history of the strange disease in the village, no one who contracted it had ever survived for more than a month. They were all fated to die as their blood thickened into pus.
Furthermore, after being tormented by the disease, no one had the courage to go on living. To them, an early death meant an early release.
"Open your mouth and eat this."
