All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

The morning in the foggy city is colorful.

White and moist fog filled the city. Wang Yu looked up at the vast expanse of white, and could vaguely see moving light spots in the thick fog.

They were workers walking together with kerosene lamps.

For this group of early-morning workers, if they don't want to be the next fool to fall into the Thames, they have to use lights to find out the way forward.

Just as Wang Yu was looking at the street scene, Akara, who had always maintained a good sleep schedule, had already woken up.

She "looked" at the figure who had been standing by the window, and asked with some confusion: "What are you thinking about?"

"No, I'm just in a daze."

Wang Yu's reply aroused the girl's curiosity even more, and she plucked up the courage to continue asking: "In a daze? Would a being like you do meaningless things?"

Wang Yu smiled when he heard this.

The old demon Zhenyu turned around and glanced at the girl huddled in the bed, without any intention of explaining: "You will understand later."

This is the path that a seed of immortality must take.

Wang Yu has been working hard to live more like a "human" life.

He will leave himself a blank period of time to prevent himself from getting lost on the road ahead. Wang Yu does not want to become a tragic character among those monsters.

"I'll go downstairs and get you some breakfast, but don't leave the room."

At this moment, Wang Yu was like the Monkey King who drew a circle for Tang Monk. He had invested heavily in Akara and would never allow any accidents to happen to the girl.

The nun nodded obediently.

Wang Yu pushed open the door and walked out, and happened to bump into several tenants who were going downstairs together. They showed a little surprise at Wang Yu, a young police officer.

One of the little boys looked very lively. He greeted Wang Yu without fear of danger: "Good morning, Mr. Police, do you live here too?"

"Good morning everyone, I'm just staying here for a few days." Wang Yu nodded.

Several people went downstairs together. The innkeeper had already prepared breakfast, including oatmeal, brown bread, toast and boiled eggs.

"Today we actually have toast and boiled eggs." The little boy looked relatively happy.

However, the hotel owner ignored him. The middle-aged man smiled apologetically and handed the toast and boiled eggs to Wang Yu: "Sir, these are fresh and hot. Please try them."

"sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The little boy and the adults accompanying him were a little disappointed when they saw this scene. It seemed that the sumptuous breakfast had nothing to do with them.

Wang Yu picked up oatmeal porridge, toast and boiled eggs for one person, turned around and went upstairs.

"My lord, you only took one portion."

"Leave it to them."

Old Demon Zhenyu is in a good mood today, so that little bit of food can be regarded as a reward for these people.

Wang Yu, who returned to the room, silently watched Sister Akara enjoying breakfast slowly. Seeing that she was almost done eating, he ordered: "I'm going out for a trip. I don't know when I will come back. You can stay here without any worries."

"Yes, Lord."

"Study more magic, don't worry, if someone tries to break the restriction, I will be there as soon as possible."

After Wang Yu gave a few instructions, he went out.

Before leaving the hotel, Wang Yu specifically warned the boss: "Just leave your lunch at the door and don't break in."

"understand."

Seeing the arrogant boss Wang Yu sighed, he took another banknote from the lining of his police uniform and handed it to him: "I'm not used to receiving favors from others. This should be enough to cover the extra accommodation fee."

Without waiting for the boss to reply, Wang Yu went straight to the epidemic control center.

By this time, the morning fog had dissipated, but dark smoke rose again from the factory in the distance.

The newsboys on the roadside became active again: "The Times headline, officially confirmed that cholera is spread by water sources! The church preaches that saints have come to destroy the plague and Satan!"

Wang Yu nodded listening to the newsboy's cries.

Neither Bishop Joshua nor City Hall appear to be fools.

At present, everything is going according to plan.

Seeing the sun getting higher, Wang Yu estimated the time and hailed a carriage on the roadside: "Go to the epidemic control center."

"Hello Mr. Policeman."

The carriage was speeding along the muddy road, and the talkative carriage driver struck up a conversation with Wang Yu: "Sir, is your visit to the epidemic control center related to cholera?"

"That's exactly what I'm here to fix."

"Can you solve cholera? Oh my god, do you have any important news?" The coachman seemed very surprised. The city was about to go crazy due to the plague.

Wang Yu did not answer him directly, but said calmly: "Let's wait for today's evening report."

The coachman didn't understand what he meant, but he nodded: "Okay, it looks like there will be good news."

Soon the carriage drove to the epidemic control center, and Wang Yu saw his boss at a glance. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Sheriff Anson also saw Wang Yu.

He strode towards Wang Yu. Upon seeing this, Wang Yu jumped out of the carriage, turned to the carriage driver and asked: "How much?"

"By your kindness, 2 shillings."

The carriage driver grinned and stretched out his calloused right hand towards Wang Yu.

Wang Yu didn't say much. He handed the coin to the coachman and walked towards Sheriff Anson: "Sir, did everything go well?"

"The editor-in-chief of The Lancet, the editor of The Times, and dignitaries from all walks of life, including members of the city hall and the royal family, are here." Sheriff Anson briefly mentioned the list of people.

This boss with some background lived up to Wang Yu's expectations.

With a smile on his face, Wang Yu passed Sheriff Anson and went straight to the hospital: "Let's go, let them witness the miracle."

An Sen looked at Wang Yu's back but felt a little nervous. He didn't know if the other party could really give everyone a satisfactory answer?

"If you use so many connections, you won't become the laughing stock of others."

Anson, who was full of worries, finally calmed down. Now that the matter is over, he can only wait for the result.

At this moment, the epidemic control center was still busy, except for a large conference room that seemed unusually calm.

There were many distinguished officials and nobles sitting inside, and many of them came to witness the miracle.

Some are just looking at the joke.

"How sure is Anson of the Evans family that he can cure cholera? Kevin, do you think this is possible?" A lady asked the middle-aged man dressed as a doctor next to her.

Then other people’s eyes also turned to the editor-in-chief of The Lancet magazine.

He shook his head.

"I don't know. We are helpless against cholera, but according to Anson's statement, we have figured out how cholera is transmitted. Based on this alone, he is much better than our group of doctors."

"In other words, cholera is really spread by water sources?" someone asked next.

"This is the case based on the evidence currently available. The example from Broad Street in Soho can support all this. At least it seems more reasonable than our previous conjecture without evidence." Kevin answered the government official's question.

Just as people were whispering to each other.

Someone pushed open the door of this conference room, and everyone looked around.

Then Captain Anson led a young police officer in. He pointed to Wang Yu beside him and introduced to everyone: "This is Chris who discovered the way cholera spreads. At the same time, he will also show everyone how to treat cholera." patient."