Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1791

Sean was treating an old man with a leg injury.

The old man was herding sheep on a nearby hillside when he injured his calf with a sickle while cutting grass for his sheep.

Although the wound was not particularly deep, his wound became infected and festered because it was not treated in time.

Sean's treatment for such injuries was simple. He would cut off the rotten parts around the wound, disinfect the remaining area, and stitch it up.

As soon as Sean completed the treatment, several journalists, led by Zander, walked over and surrounded Sean.

Reporters with microphones swarmed around Sean while cameramen pointed at him with cannon-like cameras on their shoulders.

"Are you Sean Lennon, the commander-in-chief of Dorodo's city defense army?"

One beautiful female reporter asked.

"Yes."

Sean nodded.

Hearing Sean's confirmation, the female reporter and other reporters looked excited.

"Why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come to the slum and give free treatment to these poor people?"

Another reporter asked.

Sean smiled and said, "Because the living conditions of the people here are terrible. They can barely feed themselves, let alone have money for medical treatment. It's why I came here to treat them."

"Won't this impact your management of the city defense army? After all, your time is so valuable."

Another reporter asked.

Sean nodded slowly and said, "There's no way it didn't have any impact. But poverty is not a minor issue. If it's not handled well, it can be worse than war, so I think properly dealing with poverty is a bigger priority."

"I see. You're very kind, Commander Lennon."

A reporter said, licking Sean's boots as several other reporters nodded in agreement.

"If our mayor, Dorodo's government hospital, relevant health organizations, and the poverty relief department can solve poverty, I won't have to do this," Sean said with a smile.

After answering the reporters' questions, Sean motioned for Zander to lead them away.

The reporters were not done with their questions. They had many more questions they wanted to ask and interview, but Zander did not give them any more time.

"Our commander is busy. You're lucky enough to get five minutes to interview him. Hurry out of here."

Under Zander's watchful eye, the reporters had no choice but to leave.

It was getting dark.

Sean had treated dozens of patients, but there were many more who had not been treated.

No matter how good Sean was, not every illness or injury could be treated.

Of course, it was not that he was incapable. It was because he could not physically cure everyone.

Even if he split his body in two, he could not take care of all the patients in the world.

Thus, some problems must be solved at their root.