All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Yu.

They looked at this little-known young man who had solved the mystery of the spread of cholera, and even today this young man was going to show them how to cure cholera.

"Hello Chris, I'm Kevin. I'm glad that you can stand up and save the foggy city when it's in dire straits. The people of the whole city will thank you."

The middle-aged doctor stood up first and walked towards Wang Yu.

Others also stood up when they saw this, and everyone had to show respect for this hero no matter what.

"You don't have to be polite. I believe you have been waiting so long not to be polite to me, but to witness how I can cure cholera." Wang Yu went straight to the point without being polite.

"Please come with Sheriff Anson, facts speak louder than words."

Wang Yu's attitude towards everyone was lukewarm. After saying this, he glanced at Sheriff Anson beside him and signaled him to answer the call.

Ansen knew that Wang Yu didn't want to make ink marks, so he answered: "Come on, there is a cholera patient lying in the next ward."

In this era, antibiotics had not yet been discovered.

Once an acute infectious disease like cholera occurs, you basically have to wait for death. Non-stop diarrhea symptoms will cause rapid dehydration, followed by shock and death.

The doctors' so-called bloodletting therapy was extremely ridiculous in Wang Yu's eyes.

However, Wang Yu didn't plan to extract the antibiotics. After all, he was not a doctor. Even if a petri dish was placed in front of him, he wouldn't know how to operate it. He had a simpler way.

As a group of people put on their towels and walked into the ward.

Sheriff Anson pointed to the patient who was unconscious on the bed and explained to everyone: "This is the patient who was sent to the epidemic control center last night. His condition is very bad now. If he continues to have diarrhea, he may not survive today."

Dignitaries from all walks of life looked at the poor boy with pity, and then they turned to look at Wang Yu.

They wanted to see how this young police officer could treat illnesses and save lives.

"Officer Chris, can you start treatment?" asked the editor from The Times.

Wang Yu knew that it was time for him to appear, and he answered bluntly: "Of course you can, but please avoid this process."

"Avoid it? Do you mean we can't witness this scene?" an official asked.

"At least not now. This involves some privacy of my family heritage."

Wang Yu's reply seemed a bit ambiguous.

Everyone was also a little dissatisfied with Wang Yu's statement. Naturally, they were invited to witness how to cure cholera.

I'm not here to listen to your nonsense.

At this time, Sheriff Anson hurriedly came out to smooth things over. He explained to everyone: "Don't worry, please listen to Chris continue."

Wang Yu glanced at everyone.

"Just go out for a while and then come back in. The change in this patient's condition will naturally confirm everything. I believe you can afford the delay with this little effort."

Everyone had different expressions after hearing this, and finally walked out of the door under Anson's persuasion.

In the room with the door so tightly closed, only the skinny patient and the confident Wang Yu were left.

"Cholera, after all, is just a disease." Wang Yu looked at the patient on the bed calmly, with a golden light emerging from his fingertips.

"Kill away disease."

As the magic is performed, light particles condensed by the power of faith hit the patient's eyebrows.

These diseases, which doctors and even church pastors cannot do anything about, are nothing more than that in Wang Yu's eyes.

Wang Yu had already guessed the reason why the extraordinary beings in this world were so weak that even cholera could not be stopped.

Because the original "God" himself was not very powerful, and after becoming a god through trickery, he had no power but no way, and the upper limit of the extraordinary power passed down was naturally very low.

That is the level that "God" was before he became a god.

This can be proven through the memories of the werewolf and Akara, and their paths to power probably lead to the same goal in different ways.

For thousands of years, extraordinary beings have tried their best to innovate, but in the end they could not escape the shackles of the original system.

They were domineering in the era of cold weapons, but now they are completely unable to withstand strong ships and powerful guns.

But all this is about to change soon, whether it's the Taoist magic of Old Demon Zhenyu or the magic of this god.

They are all ways that can make people become immortal species.

While Wang Yu's thoughts were racing, the comatose patient's expression relaxed in the light golden light, and his originally pale face returned to rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light gradually dissipated, and Allen, who collapsed on the hospital bed, gradually regained consciousness.

"I'm alive?"

"Yes, congratulations on saving your life."

After Wang Yu finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door. It was time for them to witness his miracle.

The people waiting outside the door gathered in twos and threes, all talking about their opinions about the young policeman.

"Can that Chris really bring about miracles?"

"I can't tell, Mrs. Lisa, don't worry, you'll find out later."

While everyone was discussing in low voices, someone's voice instantly rose above the crowd: "It's time for this farce to end! I shouldn't be wasting my time here!"

Anson looked at the businessman who was deliberately making a loud noise, his expression full of coldness, and he asked: "President Warren, do you have deep prejudices against the Evans family?"

"Chief Anson, I don't mean that." The businessman waved his hand and said casually.

An En just continued to look at the other party coldly and warned him: "I hope so. My father doesn't like what others say behind his back."

Just when the atmosphere was gradually tense, Kevin came out to smooth things over.

"Okay, there's no need to argue about this, as Chris said, facts speak louder than words, and there will be results later."

As a doctor, Kevin is still willing to look forward to a good ending.

Just when everyone was about to have nothing to talk about, the door to the ward was pushed open by Wang Yu, and everyone's eyes focused on the young police officer again.

Wang Yu looked at everyone calmly: "Everyone, please come in."

A group of people filed in.

I saw that the cholera patient who was unconscious in the hospital bed had woken up and even got out of bed to pour himself a glass of water.

"How can it be?"

"How did you do that? Is there really a cure for cholera?"

"It's impossible. Even special medicines can't bring people back to life so quickly. It's like magic!"

Everyone's surprise was palpable.

Even Dr. Kevin, who was most optimistic about Chris, did not expect that things would happen like this.

A patient who was bedridden and comatose just now is now rosy and full of vitality. This is simply difficult to explain with scientific common sense.

"I originally thought you could contain the disease, or bring people back from the brink of death." Kevin said to Wang Yu in surprise.

"But I didn't expect that you could simply save a person like this?"

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Wang Yu knew that he should give an explanation, even if it was a little unreasonable, as long as it made sense.

"Everyone, the source of this disease comes from the Ganges River Basin, and my grandfather once lived there and got the cure for this disease from the monks." Wang Yu explained to everyone seriously.

"When cholera swept through the foggy city, I immediately thought of the symptoms recorded in my grandfather's diary. At the same time, I successfully cured a cholera patient with the prescription he mentioned."