The power of Douluo's spell

Seeing that everyone nodded to express their understanding, Xia Yu took a deep breath and opened the closed back door.

Outside the door, there was a group of people with gloomy faces, some seriously ill and coughing, some with broken legs and hands, and some even had broken arms, as if they had just been chopped off. They were looking at these people with hope under the anxious faces of their companions. side.

After seeing the door named "Hope" opened, everyone outside the door stood up and gathered around.

"Doctor Xia." Next to the door was an old man who looked approachable. The old man was the head of a village outside Tiandou City.

Five days ago, someone in the village became seriously ill. Since no one in the village knew medical skills, and there was no healing soul master, the village chief took the patient to the city with the hope of seeing a doctor, along with the hope of the patient's family.

But this disease is so strange that even the doctor who often goes to trouble people is at a loss. Although the doctor suggested that they find a more skilled doctor or spiritual master in the city, how can they have the money to hire a spiritual master to treat the disease?

Just when they were desperate and ready to go back to prepare for the funeral, two children walked towards them holding a lot of daily necessities.

One of the girls, who looked very young, saw that she was carrying the patient on her back, and whispered to the person next to her: "Brother, look at the man who is being carried on the old man's body. His face is so red, so red. It’s abnormal. And suddenly I felt an unpleasant smell.”

The young man next to the little girl heard the words, raised his head and looked solemn. He quickly came to the person on the back of the village chief and looked left and right. Just when the village chief was getting a little bored, the young man said: " Slight cough, obvious body fever, dull eyes, difficulty breathing, or even..."

When the young man said this, his body suddenly lit up, and he saw that the young man's expression became more solemn. He directly picked up the patient on the village chief's back and asked, "How long have you been in this condition?"

"Do you know how to see a doctor?" The village chief seemed to see a glimmer of hope, holding the boy's sleeve tightly and asking with a trembling voice.

"I don't know how to see a doctor." The first sentence the young man spoke shattered the village chief's newly raised hopes, but the next sentence once again gave the village chief hope: "Although I don't know how to see a doctor, this kind of Disease, I happen to know, is a malignant infectious disease with almost no possibility of treatment. At least with the current medical technology, there is no cure.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have any other skills, but I still know a little bit about expelling viruses.

"Come with me, I need to know who he's been exposed to."

As the boy spoke, he patted the patient on the village chief's back. The patient's body flashed with white light, and he regained his energy. He looked at the village chief with an incredulous look on his face: "Village Chief, I feel better."

When the village chief heard this, he looked in the direction where the young man was going, feeling a little dazed.

But he quickly put down the person on his back and chased after him, arriving at a small door called "Hope".

That night, when everyone in Tiandou City was sleeping soundly, a white light erupted from the city and enveloped the entire Tiandou City. The white light flashed past. Even the titled Douluo didn't have time to react. He just felt that after the white light passed, some hidden wounds in his body could not be dissipated.

Back to the present, Xia Yu nodded to the village chief and said: "Still the old rules, just remember to line up. And village chief, you can take a short rest tonight, tell some of my companions what to pay attention to, and let them come. .”

The few people behind them saw the scene in front of them that was like going to hell on earth. The three grown men were doing better. Although they still frowned, they did not go to the backyard to vomit rainbows like Ning Rongrong did.

The scene in front of them was far more shocking than the first murder they committed after Xia Yu left.

Xia Yu's expression did not change and she said: "Xiao Ao, go and comfort Rongrong, Boss Dai and Fatty, maintain order. If someone makes trouble, just break their legs and throw them to the end of the team. Xiao Wu Zhuqing, you guys take notes. Rongrong You follow Xiaoxue later, and Oscar, you provide recovery sausages to those who can’t hold on."

After giving the instructions, Xia Yu took out a table and a chair from the space soul guide, placed a bed next to it, sat on the stool, and started today's work.

"First."

A burly man with a broken arm came in. The man came in and nodded towards Xia Yu: "Doctor Xia, I'm sorry."

Xia Yu frowned and looked at the burly man, and scolded: "I should have warned you not to go to the death fighting area of ​​the spirit fighting arena again. Do you want to risk your life in it?"

The burly man said in a low voice, "Doctor Xia, you don't have to worry about me. This is my own business."

Xia Yu snorted coldly: "Yeah, I don't care about your personal affairs, but the money you won from the spirit fight today will be gone."

When the burly man heard this, his face suddenly changed, but in the end he handed a gold soul coin to Xiao Wu, who was keeping accounts, with a grimace, told his name to Zhu Zhuqing, who was taking notes, and came to Xia Yu again.

Xia Yu stretched out her hand and pressed it on the burly man. White light flashed and the burly man's arm recovered.

Looking at the arm that was intact as before, as if it had never been cut off, the burly man bowed to Xia Yu, then turned and left without saying a word.

Xia Yu said expressionlessly: "Next one."

The person who came in this time was a little girl being carried on the back of another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took out a silver soul coin, handed it to Xiao Wu solemnly, registered it with Zhu Zhuqing, came to Xia Yu, and put the little girl on the bed prepared next to him. Xia Yu came to the bed and asked: "How is this going?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "It's been an old problem since I was a child. My whole body is weak and I often fall into a coma."

Xia Yu frowned: "Congenital?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "That's not true. At least she was still normal when she was three years old."

Hearing this, Xia Yu frowned and put her hand on the little girl's head. A white light flashed, but the girl still didn't wake up. Xia Yu returned to her seat without looking back: "Take her back and rest more in the future. Anyone who has been in contact with her, whether it is you or her mother, must be vigilant."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't say much. He bowed deeply to Xia Yu and left with the sleeping little girl on his back.

"next."

The night has just begun.

Xia Xue took Ning Rongrong back and forth among the patients waiting outside the door to comfort them.

Dai Mobai and Oscar leaned against the wall, looking at the scene in front of them with heavy faces, wary of those who might cause trouble.

Xia Yu's shop is like a dividing line, dividing prosperity and poverty into two places in Tiandou City.