The Talented Doctor

Last night, many people watched Kulun go to the Navan River with Qi'er who was long dead.

Some people even went up to check Qi'er's breathing and confirmed that he was really dead, even his body was cold.

how come? How come alive now!

"Cullen, you...were you not yesterday... Isn't Qi'er dead?"

Kulun looked at Xi Yue with gratitude, and said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me, Xi Yue is the goddess sent by God to save our Cangda tribe. It is because of her that Qi'er can come back from the dead!"

"What?! Resurrected from the dead?!"

"How is this possible?! Even a witch doctor can't do it, right?"

Everyone had their faces in disbelief, but the kid just stood there with good grace.

Mori's face turned dark, and he stared at Kulun fiercely: "Curen, don't be here to confuse the crowd, the witch doctor is a waiter of the gods, where is this woman from, and she confuses your mind. Come, people, Get him up for me!"

"Wait a minute!!" Cullen yelled in a hurry, and met Morrie's fierce eyes. He shrank, but when he remembered something, he quickly calmed down.

He raised his voice even more and said with his throat: "Moreover, there is one more thing, the goddess told me that the disaster in our tribe is not a punishment and curse by the gods at all, but a disease, a disease called the plague. . And this disease can be cured, without burning people to sacrifice to gods, it can be cured!"

"Cullen, what did you say?!!!"

"Cullen, do you know what you are talking about?!"

Everyone around the altar rioted.

For them, this is nothing short of a shocking thunder.

Cullen took a deep breath, bent down, hugged Qi'er, and held it up high for everyone to see, "If you don't believe it, you can come and see Qi'er. Qi'er had a high fever yesterday and kept vomiting. , Even convulsed and passed out."

"However, after the Lord Goddess's treatment, he is not burning at all now. He just ate breakfast and didn't vomit at all."

This remark made everyone more turbulent, and their hearts were filled with hope and panic.

A few old people who knew some medical skills stepped forward to take a look, and immediately trembled their hands and said, "The condition has improved, and it has really improved."

"Qi'er——!!!" A woman's cry came, and soon a woman with vomit on her clothes got into the crowd, checking the boy up and down to make sure he was still alive, and then she cried. The person hugged him into his arms, "Qi'er, my Qi'er, you are still alive, great, oooo, great!"

Qi'er did not dislike the dirt on the woman's body at all, but said with joy: "Mother, mother, you see that I am really better. I don't feel hot or cold. I also ate a piece of meat this morning. The buns were given to me by Sister Goddess, and they are delicious. Let me tell you, Sister Goddess is amazing..."

The little boy's chattering words were a bit messy, but everyone could see that he was full of anger.

Isn't this really a curse of the gods? Can it really be cured?

The patriarch clenched his hands into fists, walked step by step in front of Xi Yue, and tremblingly said: "Did you cure Qi'er?"

Xi Yue nodded.

"This... this is really not a punishment from the gods, but just a disease? And is it a disease that can be cured?"

When the old man spoke, because he was so excited, the nasal mucus that flowed to his lips blew out bubbles, which made him look very funny.