She reached out and hugged her husband, and put her face against his. With tears in her eyes, she prayed devoutly with a choked voice:

"Lord! Please look at this land."

"You have healed countless patients. We pray that you will show your love and power to relieve my husband's pain and restore his health..."

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Listening to their mother's tearful prayers, the daughters nearby wiped their eyes silently, trying their best to suppress their tears and not disturb their mother's prayers.

This is all they can do.

Originally, his father was a worker in a shipyard. Although his income was not very high, the family could still barely survive.

But later, a sudden rainstorm caused the factory to stop working, and their father was forced to stay at home.

This put the family, who had been relying on the father's income, into a desperate situation. Fortunately, the church's relief enabled them to survive the brutal rainstorm, and the sun once again filled the earth.

Just when they thought life would be filled with hope, an earthquake ruthlessly took away their house that could barely serve as a shelter from the wind and rain.

And now, the cruel fate that teased their family seemed to have targeted their father, the pillar of the family. How could they not feel sad?

Her family no longer has the money to pay for medical treatment.

The youngest son on the other side watched this scene silently, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and with the help of the light of the silver moon in the sky, he ran towards the distance along the road cleared from the ruins.

His sister noticed her brother's actions and, not caring whether it would interrupt her mother's prayers, she hurriedly shouted anxiously:

"Frank! Where are you going? Come back soon!"

"I'll go find someone to save Dad!" Frank's voice came from afar.

After hearing this, the sister opened her mouth and a sad look appeared on her face. They couldn't afford the medical fee, so which doctor would come?

But the little boy Frank obviously didn't think so much. He tried to run forward along the road that was vaguely visible on the ground.

As time passed, his steps became heavier and his breathing became more rapid, but he did not dare to stop for a moment, even though his steps were already shaky.

Just before he felt he was about to faint from exhaustion, a building suddenly appeared in front of his field of vision.

The building was so clear and bright under the light of the silver moon that he could see it clearly from a long distance.

He forced himself to muster up his strength, squeezed out the last bit of potential in his body, and stumbled towards the door of the building.

He couldn't fall down, he had to ask those kind gentlemen to save his father.

In the end, his willpower successfully overcame his physical fatigue, allowing him to successfully run to the door of the building.

He no longer had the strength to stop, so he used the momentum to crash into the heavy door in front of him.

There were loud bangs, and the little boy Frank fell down in front of the door. He was too weak to stand up, and could only bang on the door in front of him with his hands while shouting weakly:

"Save my dad! Save my dad..."

Perhaps the sound of his collision was heard by the person inside the door. After a while, the heavy door was opened from the inside, and a figure appeared at the door.

Seeing someone coming out, Frank stretched out his dusty and stained hand and grabbed the neat hem of the man's robe, begging in a low voice:

"Father! Please save my dad! Please save my dad!"

At this time, he could only think of the kind priests who were willing to provide food for his family.

The priest with gray hair and a kind face bent down, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and helped the little boy up from the ground, not caring at all that the stains on the little boy's body would dirty his clean and tidy robe.

"Child! Take your time, don't be anxious, and tell me in detail what happened."

At the same time, in a ruin that could barely serve as a shelter from the wind in the Beresford port area, a young man was suddenly awakened by a rapid cough. He coughed so rapidly and with such effort that it seemed as if he was coughing out his internal organs.

His movement woke up the little girl lying on the other side. After hearing the violent cough, the little girl hurried to the boy's side, with obvious panic and anxiety in her young voice:

"Brother! What's wrong with you? Brother!"

If Eros were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that the young man in front of him was the one who stole a gold coin from him a month ago.

Philip took a breath with difficulty, then forced a smile, patted the back of his sister's hand and comforted her softly:

"It's okay! I just have a cold. I should be fine when I wake up tomorrow morning."

After saying this, he coughed again.

The little girl saw that her brother was coughing so badly, and her tone was full of worry:

"Let's go see a doctor! Brother, you're coughing so badly, I'm a little worried."

Philip shook his head and said in a relaxed tone:

"It's okay. And you know, those doctors are useless. It's a waste of money to go to them."

"I don't want to give away the little savings we have worked so hard to accumulate to those greedy doctors."

"Okay! Fiona, go to sleep! I'm fine. You'll be able to see a healthy brother tomorrow morning."

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