Chapter 7 Miracle Medicine
This man's broken arm was not properly treated, which led to inflammation and suppuration. If it cannot be properly treated next, it can be said that he will die!
In primitive society, this kind of injury is almost equivalent to death. Under blood loss and wound infection, primitive people can only wait to die.
This man can still live to this day and move freely, which really surprised Su Yun. He had to sigh that the primitive people were strong and strong, and had
to sigh that they had strong immunity! Modern people would faint from the pain, right?
Mao raised his eyes and looked at the mysterious and lofty God, his heart full of hope.
Originally, he had prepared himself mentally for death, but after seeing the God appearing in the light, another idea came to his mind unconsciously.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would die, but what about God?
If there is God's gift, he will definitely be able to escape death.
He was very sure in his heart that God would definitely save him!
It's no wonder he thought so.
Su Yun's special effects are really too impressive. Not to mention primitive people, even modern people might be more serious when seeing him. They might even think about him and put him in an omnipotent position.
"Brother, you are making things difficult for me!"
Su Yun felt a little overwhelmed. He had no good solution in this situation.
He had only become a god not long ago, and he was not even familiar with the power of light. Who knows if there is any healing effect. If he fails to cure the person and kills him, it will be a joke.
However, this is the first time that his believers have requested it. If he can't even do such a small thing, wouldn't it seem that he is useless?
How can this be possible!
Although he is actually a weak chicken god, he has to pretend to be great even if he is pretending!
Su Yun's mind was running fast, thinking of a solution.
After thinking for a while, he couldn't find any other solution, so he couldn't help but sigh.
"Well, if there were modern medicines, with this person's strong physique, he should be able to be saved, right?"
After sighing secretly for a while, he was suddenly stunned.
"Wait, modern medicine!"
Su Yun's eyes lit up, and he thought of the function of the little black ball.
Last time he knew that the little black ball could bring a body to this world. Since it can bring a body, other items should not be difficult, right?
After starting this, all kinds of ideas came to his mind one after another.
Su Yun fell into fantasy, but he didn't know that because of his silence, the people below were all trembling.
As time passed.
The leader and the old priest were trembling with fear, and cold sweat oozed out of their foreheads.
The other primitive people were also panicked, fearing that the gods would be angry with them.
Mao's eyes were full of hope, but his heart gradually cooled down, and the spirit in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by despair.
"Even God can't do anything?"
He sighed in his heart, and his head leaned against the ground weakly.
"Sure enough, all this is just my delusion. I am a damned person, why struggle?"
Death gradually climbed up his face. At this time, anyone who saw him for the first time could get the idea that he would not live long.
"God, I'm sorry, I offended you!"
Mao bowed his head without any anger.
The chief and the old priest looked at each other and sighed.
They were not too surprised by this result. Although God was very powerful, this kind of healing was probably not within God's power, right?
Although God was a great god of light, this kind of thing of snatching people from the god of death...
The two looked at Mao with regret and shook their heads.
Mao's words made Su Yun stunned and suddenly came back to his senses.
Mao laughed sadly, and he naturally saw the eyes of the chief and the priest.
His eyes unconsciously swept to his waist, staring at the stone knife dagger on his waist, and an idea came to his mind.
Since he would die later, why should he endure for a while before dying? Why not just die now?
If he died now, maybe he could return to the arms of God.
Thinking of this, his hand unconsciously placed on the stone knife.
Su Yun looked at the strong man who seemed to have lost the will to live, and frowned slightly, wondering why this man's spirit changed in a blink of an eye.
But he didn't think too much. After knowing that there was medicine, he said lightly, "Yes."
The indifferent voice sounded, and directly stunned Mao, who had not yet picked up the knife.
"What did you say, you agreed?"
He looked up in disbelief. God can cure him?
The leader, the old priest, and other primitive people were all stunned. Looking at Mao who was about to die, they were all shocked in their hearts.
"God can actually cure Mao!"
"Is this the power of the God of Light?"
All kinds of surprised thoughts came to the minds of the primitive people, and they looked at God with more admiration.
Looking at the fanatical primitive people, Su Yun secretly cried out in his heart that it was not good.
He knew that these primitive people must have misunderstood something. Could they think that he could directly cure this person?
Thinking of this, his heart was alarmed, and he was so keen that he felt the crisis of losing face.
In order to correct the primitive people's thoughts, he looked directly at Mao.
"I did agree to your request, but don't be too happy too early. Whether you can survive depends on you."
Su Yun said calmly, "I will give you something to heal you within two days. As for whether you can survive after using it, it depends on you."
In order to prevent the man from dying, he told the truth in advance. Even if the man died, it was none of his business. He had done his best.
He even took into account the time difference between the two worlds, so he had two more days to prepare the medicine.
With this man's burly figure, he should be able to hold on for a few more days, right?
As his voice fell.
The primitive people did not show the disappointment he imagined.
"Mao is so lucky that he can be tested by God!"
"Yes, the things given by God, do you think it will be a magic medicine?"
"This kid is so lucky..."
Everyone talked about it, and no one thought there was anything wrong. Instead, they sighed for Mao's luck, and there was even an old man with envy in his eyes.
That's right, it was the old priest.
The old priest felt his weak body and looked at Mao with envy and jealousy.
"It would be nice if God could give me the magic medicine."
After muttering a few words in his heart, he looked up at God and made a decision in his heart that he must serve God more devoutly. If God is happy...
"I will definitely not let God down!" Mao clenched his fists and thought excitedly in his heart. The dead air on his face disappeared all of a sudden, and his face turned red.
Su Yun, who had sharp ears, heard everything the tribesmen said. Listening to the words of this group of idiots, his eyelids twitched.
"Really? Did I really think so?"
Su Yun was a little doubtful about whether he really thought so after being distorted by so many people.
And Mao, if he hadn't seen that this man was really injured, he would have thought that this man was pretending to be sick.
"Is this guy an animal? He was so seriously injured, and his face changed so quickly. Did he graduate from the Sichuan Opera class?"
Su Yun complained in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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