The skin around the teeth marks had turned purple and black, held together only by a spell that was preventing their spread.
"This is the venom of a thunderstorm spiderling; I've been infected," the woman kindly explained to Xiao He.
Before Xiao He could answer, the old pastor glared at the woman and asked, "If she can't even diagnose the illness, how dare you say you believe her?"
The woman could only smile helplessly. She was already very weak, and her face turned pale after saying just a few words.
Xiao He sighed softly, and without even needing to incantation, a strange power burst forth from the tip of the sword that had not yet been retracted.
Indeed, neither surgery nor detoxification is her forte.
Her specialty is turning the dead into the living, or the living into the dead.
Detoxification is only a smattering; it's merely a way to "cleanse" the patient's body.
If one attempt isn't enough, then two...
The woman was stunned as she felt the power surging into her body.
"you?!"
She didn't ask any further questions, but the disbelief in her eyes grew stronger.
She dared not say that it was a "max-level priest" because even a max-level priest couldn't heal instantly.
Unless you break through level 100 and become a god...
"Who are you?" the woman asked cautiously.
Xiao He thought for a moment: "Now it's Polis."
"Polis...?"
The woman looked blank, yet it seemed like she'd heard the name somewhere before.
While the two were exchanging questions and answers, the old pastor standing to the side had already frozen in place, and even the work he was doing had unconsciously stopped.
In her trembling eyes, the woman's skin, restored to its original state, was reflected.
Miraculously, it was as if he had never been injured.
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