Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1790

"Hold out your hand."

Sean ordered without the slightest hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Sean, the woman shuddered with fear.

'How the h*ll is he a doctor?

'He's a demon who has killed countless people!

'How could my husband bring back such a horrifying man?'

Another five minutes passed, and Sean walked out of the man's house with Zander and Yvonne.

"Take me to your house to treat your daughter."

Sean looked at a middle-aged man and spoke.

After treating a dozen people in a row, Sean's forehead began to sweat.

At the sight of this, Yvonne dampened a towel with water, wrung it out, and ran over to help Sean wipe his sweat.

However, instead of letting her help him wipe his sweat, Sean took the towel from her hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead himself.

Although he had cured many people, Sean knew there were probably many more patients and injured people who had not been treated.

After all, there were two or three thousand people in the slum—almost as many as the city defense army.

With so many people here, it was a large number—even if only one out of ten was sick or injured. There would be hundreds of people!

It was getting dark outside, and the day had passed before you knew it.

When Sean got out of the house again, people outside looked at him with excitement and respect. Several old ladies even held red strips of cloth, trying to tie them around Sean's shoulders.

"Taquila!

"Taquila!"