People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

　　 Before the sky dawned, Bunir helped his father early and lined up in front of the mission hospital.

　　 There is still a bit of chill at dawn in summer.

　　 Poor old father, even if he was wrapped in a thick coat, he would cough twice from time to time, which was heartbreaking.

　　 "Bunir, don't look at it, go home, I can't get better with my illness, I wasted all the efforts and delayed your work."

　　 Even though he had already come, his father still refused to see the doctor babblingly.

　　 "Okay, it's all here, why do you say this?"

　　 Buniel couldn't help but feel a hint of irritation in his chest when he heard the words.

　　 Father always "disgusting" like this.

　　 When his heart was uncomfortable at first, he didn't say anything, but he went to church to pray more frequently.

　　The family is busy with livelihoods, and didn't notice this.

　　 Until one day when he was working, his father suddenly became ill. No one in the family knew that he had been ill for a long time.

　　The family is poor and cannot afford to go to a private clinic.

　　 can only come to the mission hospital.

　　 In fact, even when he came to the mission hospital, my father was reluctant to do so.

　　 He always felt that "sickness" was God's punishment for his sins.

　　 Going to the hospital will let the neighbours know that he has committed a crime, which will only make him even more unable to look up.

　　 In the end, he and his sister tried every means to persuade him to come over.

　　 However, the diagnosis result caused their family to fall into despair.

　　—The church doctor said that his father’s illness was incurable and could only be delayed by taking medicine.

　　 "It's also good to take a medicine to soothe it. It can last three days at a time. It's better than resisting it at home, right?"

　　 Looking at his father's unspoken appearance, Buniel's mouth softened again.

　　The supply of medicines in the church hospital is very limited because of free medical treatment. In addition, in order to prevent stray lambs from selling potions, only one to three days of medication will be prescribed at a time.

　　 This is the fundamental reason why Buniel came to line up even though he knew his father was sick.

　　 Time is slowly passing by in torment and waiting.

The line behind 　　 is getting longer and longer.

　　—No matter how pious the faith is, it is difficult to oppose the fear of death.

　　 Finally, when the bell rings at seven o'clock in the bell tower, the door of the church hospital's outpatient department finally opened slowly.

　　 A few older nuns, leading the young nuns who are only eight or nine years old, stood in front of the door to maintain order and started a busy day.

　　 Buniel came early, received the number plate early, and assisted his father to go to Angela's office.

　　 "Sister Angela, excuse me."

　　 Buniel smiled and apologized as soon as he entered the door.

　　He has repeatedly led his father over to get the medicine many times. To be honest, he is also very embarrassed not to mention the gossip of the neighbourhood.

　　 "Oh, you came just right, the famous doctor I told you before happened to report today, let's go, I will take you there."

　　 Angela, who was sitting in front of the auscultation desk, stood up with a look of excitement, and she was about to introduce Buniel's father to Arthurs without any explanation.

　　 In fact, she also wanted to see Arthurs’s advice on the diagnosis and treatment of Buniel’s disease!

　　 She had a hunch that Arthurs would definitely heal Buniel's father.

　　 "Really? Oh, thank you so much, Sister Angela."

　　 Buniel was overjoyed, and hurriedly helped his father, and followed Sister Angela to a consulting room diagonally opposite.

　　 "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce him. His name is Arthurs. You can call him Dr. Arthurs. His medical skills are very good..."

　　 Angela introduced excitedly and pushed open Arthurs's door.

　　 Buniel, with a look of anticipation, just walked to the door, his expression froze suddenly.

　　 I saw a young man with black hair and black pupil in Subai’s outpatient clinic, sitting at the table with a book on the tabletop.

　　 "Sister Angela, he, he is Dr. Arthurs?" Buniel asked with a stiff face.

"Yes indeed!"

　　 Angela didn’t realize anything, she nodded her head seriously, and said to Ning Xiu:

　　 "Arthurs, this is the uncle I mentioned to you before. His heart is not very good. Even if he uses ‘special effects’ potions, he can’t do anything about it. Let’s take a look!"

　　 Ning Xiuyuan nodded, a strange feeling in his heart.

　　On the earth, he has been inextricably linked to the profession of a doctor for eight lifetimes. Now he sits in front of the auscultation desk grandiosely, becoming a "famous doctor"?

　　 This feels so ridiculous, so amazing!

　　 "Oh my god, that black pupil...the devil, why sit there? Could it be that he is a doctor?"

　　 "Listening to Sister Angela, he really seems to be a doctor."

　　 The patients lined up in front of Angela's clinic, watching Angela take Niebuhr and his son into Ning Xiuyuan's clinic, and they looked curiously.

　　 When they discovered that the person sitting inside turned out to be an alien, listening to the conversation or a doctor, they were all shocked and talked a lot.

　　 "Do barbarians understand medical skills?"

　　 "He is still reading a book, I have never seen any other doctor reading a book, is this just starting to learn?"

　　 "Yes, this is not the life of Kusuga!"

　　 "I heard that he is not even a believer in my lord. It is the bishop who pityed him, took him in, and made him a lightman in the church."

　　 "Why did the Shoudeng handyman suddenly become a doctor? This, this is too ridiculous."

　　 "Niebuhr, let me tell you that you must never let him see a doctor. Your father is a believer in the Lord. How can you let the devil see a doctor?"

　　 Faced with Angela’s enthusiastic words, Niebuhr, who originally wanted his father to try, listened to the comments of the believers behind him, especially the last sentence, and his mentality completely collapsed.

　　 "Sister Angela, you also said that my father's disease... is the Lord's will, so I will come over to get some medicine. Do you think you can prescribe some medicine for us?"

　　 Buniel carefully worded, and tactfully refused Arthurs' diagnosis and treatment.

　　 Angela, who was originally very excited, suddenly stiffened.

　　 She glanced at Ning Xiuyuan subconsciously, and couldn't help saying: "Arthurs' medical skills are really superb. I believe in..."

　　 Before the voice fell, Ning Xiuyuan interrupted him.

　　 "Sister Angela, God said, don't make promises lightly, and don't swear swearing. My medical skills are very limited, so don't defend me anymore."

　　 Ning Xiuyuan said sincerely.

　　For the patient's reaction, to be honest, he had already predicted it.

　　 does not mention the general rejection of young doctors by patients;

　　 Thinking about it in another way, he went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and suddenly saw an old black or old white squatting behind the auscultation table, probably with a dazed expression.

　　 What's more, the aborigines here have never seen a race like him, and their rejection will only become stronger.

　　 "This..." Angela hesitated, and her heart, who had always been kind, suddenly felt uneasy.

　　 "Go to work, time will prove everything." Ning Xiuyuan said with relief, he didn't want to make things too embarrassing.

　　 "Well, time will tell."

　　 These words shocked Angela's heart, and solemnly nodded in response.

　　 She was not persuading Niebuhr, turned and left Ning Xiuyuan's office.

　　 Niebuhr also hurriedly helped his father to chase him out.

　　 The patients lined up at the door watching this scene and couldn't help but talk again.

　　 "Listen, he admits that he has very limited medical skills!"

　　 "Yeah, I really don't know how he became a doctor?"

　　 "Perhaps you really know something about medicine, right?"

　　 "Whether he understands or not, I won't go anyway."

　　 "I won't go either."

　　The patients in the line were whispering, and this novelty immediately became a topic of conversation for the boring team, spreading from the door of Angela's clinic to the long line outside.

　　 "Hey, what happened?"

　　 "I heard that a new doctor has arrived!"

　　 "Really? How is the medical skill?"

　　 "Don't mention it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is that foreign race, black pupil foreign race! I really don't know how a guardian handyman suddenly became a doctor?"

　　 "I heard that he is the incarnation of the devil, will the priest of the church be deceived by him?"

　　 "When you are optimistic about the illness, you must go to the church to remind you."

　　 "By the way, I heard that he seemed to have killed several priests a few days ago!"

　　 "Is there anything else?"

　　 The topic of the black pupil alien race completely detonated the boring team.

　　 Everyone whispered to each other, discussing anecdotal rumors.

　　The bragger, watching the audience look surprised and sighing, the vanity is greatly satisfied.

　　 Check it out!

　　 See how well I am informed!

　　 See how rich I have seen!

　　 In order to get more exclamation and emotion, they even added fuel and vinegar, made up fiction.

　　 "I have relatives who are priests", "I heard my friends say", "It is said that" and so on, there are more and more words that start with this.

　　 As for the audience, listening to those things that are completely inaccessible in normal life, they are shocked, but they also have a sense of insight, and their curiosity is greatly satisfied.

　　 For a while, it seems that even the pain has subsided a lot.

　　 When everyone was talking about it, the front team suddenly burst into an uproar.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

　　The patients at the back of the team looked curious, they staggered the team, stood on their toes, stretched their heads and looked around, asking each other.

　　 Soon, an amazing and ridiculous news came from the front of the team.

　　 That black pupil alien race unexpectedly hung a wooden sign at the door.

　　 wrote on the sign:

　　 I have limited medical skills, and I can only see ten people a day.

　　—Arthurs.