All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

"Have you heard? That man named Chris, he has mastered the method of curing cholera!" Someone excitedly shouted to his companions.

The companion looked at his friend in confusion.

"Are you sure? Didn't the newspaper just say not to drink water that may be contaminated?"

"You are behind the times. I got first-hand information from the nephew of my sister's colleague. That man named Chris cured several cholera patients in public at the Bell Street asylum!"

After explaining to his companions, the young man dropped a bombshell without saying anything.

"And the man named Chris also promised that any patient infected with cholera can go to the epidemic control center to receive free treatment from him! He is simply a hero!"

Conversations like this happen almost all the time in every corner of the foggy city.

It is human nature to gossip.

Such breaking news spreads like the wind, and these rumors from the people at the lowest level are often more credible.

Friends, colleagues, relatives.

Once these words are added, the credibility of the rumor instantly increases.

Wang Yu knew that newspapers and churches alone could not achieve such an effect.

In the eyes of many people, the information revealed by these better classes is often not so credible.

Because they have been exploited by the ruling class since birth.

Most people are skeptical about the so-called official arguments.

But bombarded with news from family and friends, people had to believe that it was all true.

After all, that’s what everyone says, right?

"Chris, you always surpass my expectations." Anson looked at Wang Yu who walked out of the ward.

"My dear Sheriff, don't be so surprised, I'm a good person, aren't I?" Wang Yu shrugged upon hearing this, and then asked the doctor waiting outside.

"Which ward is the next one in? Take me there."

After Wang Yu left the shelter on Bell Street, he rushed back to the epidemic control center.

He had to completely connect himself with the identity of the savior and let everyone remember the name Chris.

The patients and their families who came after hearing the news crowded the epidemic control center transformed from the hospital.

Accompanied by their family members, these patients who are still able to move or have breath come here with the last glimmer of hope.

What makes them happy is that the rumors did not lie to them.

Cholera really can be cured!

And the kind-hearted Mr. Chris really doesn’t take any money!

The sun is gradually setting in the west.

When Wang Yu finished working on the last patient, he seemed a little tired.

Although only a few patients can reach the epidemic control center alive, most patients will die as soon as the disease occurs.

But the patients one after another still gave Wang Yu a headache.

Even if getting rid of diseases is just a low-level magic, Wang Yu is not a god with millions of followers.

In order to push this scene to the climax, Wang Yu has thrown in enough chips.

"They will spread your name throughout the foggy city." Anson looked at the patients who had regained a new lease of life. They left here in good health accompanied by their families.

"Yes, I think it's time for those newspapers to be distributed to the people." Wang Yu looked at the streets in the distance.

Tens of thousands of copies of the newly released "The Times" and "The Lancet" magazines were distributed throughout the streets and alleys of the foggy city with the newsboys running around.

"The plague in the foggy city has been completely eliminated! The Coal Association calls Chris the savior of the foggy city!"

"Cholera can be cured! The editor-in-chief of The Lancet believes that Chris is an epoch-making figure. It is an honor for everyone to be under the same blue sky with him!"

"Senior city hall officials and members of the royal family spoke out one after another. They affirmed what Chris has done and planned to award him the title of Outstanding Citizen of Fog City!"

Those who had shared the news about Chris' treatment and life-saving work with their relatives and friends before felt as if they were also the saviors of the foggy city, and felt proud for a moment.

"Look, I'm right, Chris can cure cholera! You didn't believe it before."

"Is it true? Those people above wouldn't lie to us intentionally."

"Oh, you are so boring. You can't have everyone lying to you. What are you trying to do?"

Just as everyone was talking about it, the group of people leaving the epidemic control center also heard everyone's discussions along the street.

As a group of people who had suffered nothing in return from Chris' kindness, they became excited for a moment and shouted at those who questioned: "It's true! It's true! We just came out of the epidemic control center!"

"Chris really cured cholera. I almost died before. Fortunately, my wife did not give up on me. She rented a carriage and took me to the epidemic control center. There, Chris cured many people like me. of cholera patients!”

"Thank you Chris, he saved me from Satan when the Lord gave up on me!"

Among these remarks, there are even a small group of people who promote the teachings of the New God among the crowd.

"The false gods have no principles. It was the New God who sent his messenger to save Fog City!"

With the combined efforts of the government and the private sector, in just one day, Wang Yu successfully made the entire Fog City aware of his existence, and made everyone feel grateful to him.

Except, of course, for those who caused cholera.

"Chris, where did this bastard come from? How dare you ruin our good deeds." Aldrich tore up the newspaper in his hand and hammered the wall beside him as if to vent his anger.

The right fist with blood-red light penetrated the stone wall easily, and the broken stones shot out in all directions. Many people looked at the bold and strong man with cold expressions.

The white-haired man next to Aldrich frowned. He looked at his friend and persuaded him: "Aldrich, don't let others see the joke."

"Hmph." Aldrich snorted and sat back in his seat.

This is a luxurious manor located on the outskirts of the foggy city. All those sitting in the hall at this moment are the masterminds of this foggy city plague.

The old man at the end of the long table lightly knocked on the table.

Everyone looked at the nominal leader, wondering what kind of decision this wise man would make.

The old man glanced at the crowd and did not choose to talk about what was in the newspaper.

He just told everyone a piece of bad news: "According to the news from Old Wood, Old John and Kundo were captured by the church."

After the words fell, someone mocked: "I'm just telling you why Old John and the others are late. It turns out they are stupid. Could it be that they leaked the information?"

"Alger, stop making sarcastic remarks and listen to Mr. Auston continue." It was the white-haired man who still spoke. He was one of the few with brains in the group.

The old man at the end of the long table turned a blind eye to this scene. He continued: "This was the original purpose of calling everyone together to discuss whether it was necessary to rescue them, but I didn't expect that the plan could not keep up with the changes."

The old man pointed to the newspaper in front of everyone.

The headlines above prominently stated that a cholera patient had been successfully cured.

"But this matter should have nothing to do with Old John. Even if he succumbs to torture, the most he knows is that we introduced cholera. It is impossible for the official to know how to cure cholera."

The old man made a conclusion for everyone with great certainty.

"Because even I can't do anything about cholera."

Everyone nodded. They went to the Ganges River Basin with so much trouble, isn't it because this plague is too intractable and impossible to be cured.

But just when they were delighted with the initial results, the official news came like a slap in the face, waking them up instantly.

Confusion, anger, confusion and many other emotions linger in their hearts.

"How did they cure cholera? Who is this Chris?"