All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

Ansen, who was walking in front, was a little confused. He turned to look at Wang Yu: "What's wrong? Are you thinking about those powerful people?"

"I just remembered something funny."

"what ever."

Anson had begun to get used to the strange character of this young police officer.

The two quickly became busy in the epidemic control center, but because the fatality rate of cholera was so high, few of those patients who were hospitalized early could survive until Wang Yu's arrival.

When Wang Yu finished treating the last patient, he turned around and opened the closed door.

"Okay, my Lord Sheriff."

"Thanks a lot."

"It's just a small matter." Wang Yu shrugged.

For a magical spell like dispelling disease, the power of faith consumed is not much.

Not to mention that Wang Yu can now receive the power of faith from Bishop Joshua at all times.

Although it was very meager, it was enough to support his squandering.

With the successive actions of Wang Yu and Ansen, the entire epidemic control center knew that this young police officer had successfully cured cholera.

Many doctors approached them, trying to ask for some key information.

To this group of curious babies, Wang Yu’s reply was always——

"I will reveal all this tomorrow at noon in Trafalgar Square."

This caused dissatisfaction among many doctors. They believed that Wang Yu had no empathy and even had a utilitarian purpose in treating illnesses and saving lives.

"Mr. Chris, don't you think your behavior is shameless?"

"You are making war fortune!"

"Don't you know that if you announce the prescription earlier, you can save more innocent people?"

Wang Yu glanced at the crowd and wondered what qualifications these ignorant white-skinned people had to guide him.

Zhenyu Laomo sneered coldly: "You are not worthy of talking to me about this. You are a bunch of stupid dogs who only use bloodletting, opium, and scarab powder to gamble on the patient's luck."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd became excited.

"you!?"

"presumptuous!"

"Watch your words and actions!"

Wang Yu's words obviously hurt these incompetent doctors. They wanted to refute something for a while, but could not find a suitable excuse.

You can only use random insults to build momentum.

"It's boring." Wang Yu said to Ansen.

"I have something to do later. You can bring other patients here who can still be treated. I will be back later."

Anson nodded.

He didn't have a good impression of these doctors, but he didn't know why the middle-aged doctor who accused him last time didn't show up.

Is it because of shame?

The two of them ignored these quacks and had a brief exchange.

The doctors who were left aside were very angry, but faced with Chief Anson's calm eyes, they still did not dare to act rashly.

Wang Yu waved his hand.

"Mr. Sheriff, see you later."

"Um."

Wang Yu, who left the epidemic control center, turned around and hailed a carriage. He wanted to talk to Bishop Joshua about what to do next.

The journey was smooth.

After the cholera situation was heavily publicized in the morning newspapers, the gloom on the faces of the people on the streets became less gloomy, and they were happy that the plague was coming to an end.

"I really have to thank the gentleman named Chris."

"That's right. Next, we just need to be careful not to drink raw water and cook the food honestly."

"Thank you Lord, this must be a blessing from the Lord. He has sent messengers to destroy Satan."

Wang Yu listened to the discussions of people on the street with great interest. It was obvious that the first wave of public opinion work was in place. At least people now knew that it was a man named Chris who discovered all this.

Some people even started to attribute it to religion.

It seemed that every carriage driver was very talkative. The middle-aged man driving the carriage casually said: "Mr. Police, I see you came out of the epidemic control center before. Is there any good news?"

"Yes, a gentleman named Chris discovered the cure for cholera."

"What? Really, is it the Mr. Chris mentioned in the morning paper?" The coachman seemed very excited. The people in the foggy city have been suffering from cholera for a long time.

Wang Yu continued to praise himself without blushing.

"Yes, he treated those patients at the epidemic control center, and is even about to selflessly announce the prescription to everyone! In my eyes, he is simply like a savior sent by the Lord to save the world!"

“That’s great, praise the Lord, thank you Mr. Chris!”

During the conversation between the two, Wang Yu quickly arrived at St. Paul's Cathedral. The happy coachman even said that he would not charge Wang Yu's fare.

"This is what you deserve."

Wang Yu put the toll directly on the seat and immediately jumped out of the car.

Those who were waiting at the church door were still the church knights, but in Wang Yu's eyes, they already had his aura on them.

Although not as pure as Akara.

But it is enough to prove that this group of people began to chant their own names under the guidance of Joshua.

For this reason, Wang Yu had to praise Bishop Joshua. He is worthy of being an old man who has managed to reach this position. He is very skilled in everything he does.

Seeing Wang Yu coming, the group of knights who had seen him yesterday did not stop him.

There was even a knight who came out of the queue and led Wang Yu to find Bishop Joshua.

"You come with me."

Wang Yu shrugged. In fact, this was not necessary.

Within the scope of his consciousness, it was impossible for anything to escape his perception, but since the other party was so kind, Wang Yu didn't say much.

After leading Wang Yu to the side hall, the knight apologized and left.

Bishop Joshua turned.

"You're here."

"Well done, I'm here to inform you of the next plan."

As Wang Yu explained tomorrow's plan, Joshua couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure this is okay? Isn't it a little too radical?"

Joshua was not concerned about the casualties, but worried about whether Wang Yu's strength could hold the place.

Some people die?

For high-ranking people like Joshua, no matter how many civilian casualties there are, they are just a few numbers.

"Everything is under control." Wang Yu looked very calm.

Bishop Joshua nodded after hearing this. He looked at the extraordinary being of unknown origin in front of him and gave a sensible reply: "I understand, what you want is what we will do."

"Very well, Joshua, I saw you right."

Wang Yu smiled. The older people get, the more afraid of death they become, especially those with high authority and power like Bishop Joshua.

Although he did not tell the other party the truth at all, Joshua would still act according to what he gave.

"Okay, see you in Trafalgar Square tomorrow."

"Everything is as you wish."

Wang Yu was very satisfied with the exchanges with smart people. They knew how to respect power.

A satisfied Wang Yu walked out of St. Paul's Cathedral. He understood that public opinion in newspapers was not enough. He had to go to the slums to treat cholera in person.

"A young police officer risked his own life to go to the slums to treat cholera and cured several patients who were lying in bed waiting to die?"

Wang Yu thinks this gimmick is good and enough to spread among people.