Wanted to be a miracle doctor and became a defendant, so he decisively changed his career to become

Soon, the Snow Wolf and others carried out all the sick members of the tribe.

Placed neatly in an open space.

There were 107 people, including men, women, old and young.

There were huge bonfires all around.

It looks like some kind of large-scale outdoor worship event.

Sacred and solemn.

Song Bing glanced away, his eyes brightened slightly and his heart moved slightly.

"Dear miraculous doctor, all the patients in our tribe are here. Thank you for your help."

The Wolf of Snowfield stepped forward piously.

"Okay, but I have a request for the next treatment."

Song Bing pretended to be mysterious.

"Please tell me, no matter what you ask for, even if it means sacrificing my head to the sun god, I am willing."

The Wolf of the Snowfield said respectfully.

Song Bing's mouth twitched slightly.

The look in the other person's eyes didn't seem to be a polite word.

Song Bing was sure if he nodded.

The other party would really sacrifice on the spot without hesitation.

"It's not that serious. I just ask that during the next process of my healing, you all turn your back to me and pray for me."

Song Bing said.

Naturally, this is done to make it easier to touch.

With so many people, we can't just prick everyone twice!

"Oh, of course that's no problem."

Hearing this, the Snow Wolf nodded without hesitation.

Immediately give orders to others.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Indians gathered around, led by the Wolf of the Snowfield.

They all walked out of the bonfire, knelt down together, looked up at the sky, closed their eyes, chanted silently, and began to pray.

The sky also started to snow in response to the situation.

"Little beast, this disease is very contagious. You should also withdraw."

Song Bing looked at Ai Xiaoshou and said.

"Oh!"

Ai Xiaoshou nodded obediently and ran out quickly.

Soon, in a large circle surrounded by countless bonfires.

Only Song Bing and a group of infected people were lying uniformly on the ground.

Song Bing looked at these people, unable to conceal the shock and solemnity in his eyes.

These infected Indians include men, women, and children.

Some are struggling in pain.

Some are already in coma and are dying.

Conditions vary.

At the same time, their symptoms and reactions are also different.

Some huddled up and hid under several animal skins, seemingly extremely cold.

Some of them were only wearing thin fabrics, their faces were red, and they were still tearing their clothes apart.

It seems to be extremely hot again.

Song Bing stepped forward and touched these Indians with different symptoms one by one.

as predicted.

Some were extremely cold like the infected man just now.

Some foreheads are extremely hot.

Some hair fell out.

Some were covered with chickenpox.

Some even have upper body heat and lower body coldness.

……

They showed various symptoms, as if they were infected with different diseases.

Song Bing's heart moved slightly, and he continued to test, and finally identified 31 of these severely infected people who were in critical condition and had reached the level of secondary disease.

Such a number is horrifying.

Even though Song Bing was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

Confirming his suspicion, Song Bing immediately treated these people one by one...

[Ding ~ Successfully absorbed mild genotype infectious (heat) disease, merit +1]

[Ding ~ Successfully absorbed mild genotype infectious (cold) disease, merit +1]

[Ding ~ Successfully absorbed mild genotype infectious (blister) disease, merit +1]

[Ding ~ Successfully absorbed the second-level severe genotype infectious (heat) disease, merit +100]

……

Song's disease was cured very quickly, just like curing the gathered patients and animals with intractable diseases.

One touch at the first level, multiple touches at the second level.

Like a god descending to earth, greed absorbs the diseases of these people.

In the end, as expected, these 107 were all infected with genetic infectious diseases.

But it seems that because of the different symptoms, they have been divided into different types by the system.

So much so that after Song's disease was absorbed, only the "heat disease" and "cold disease" that manifested the most were duplicated in the end.

The rest turned out to be just right, or not even repetitive.

Therefore, after absorbing all the 107 people, Song Bingshou actually received 2301 enhanced merit points.

If they were all the same disease, Song Bing would probably only be able to gain at most 300 merit points now.

In other words, what these people were infected with was not the same infectious disease at all.

To be more precise, the virus they were infected with was not the same kind at all.

But a large category.

Song's disease has almost wiped out all the diseases that have ever occurred in humans and even animals.

There are many infectious diseases among them.

Such as AIDS.

Therefore, who knows the diseases and viruses in Blue Star best?

Song Bing dares to say that he is second, but absolutely no one dares to say that he is first.

However, Song Bing was the first to absorb this type of virus that specifically destroys genes.

It even reached severe levels and was promoted to Level 2 for the first time.

This is scarier than AIDS cancer.

At least AIDS cancer, even in its advanced stages, cannot reach level two.

So, the first glimpse of this virus came from the first Indian man.

Song Bing felt as if he had seen an alien.

This is why he was shocked at the time.

See it from his perspective.

This virus should not be on this planet at all.

To be more precise, it should not appear in this era.

This is an environment suitable for today's human and most animal and plant life.

Yet, it appeared.

And there’s more than one.

It also successfully infected these people.

So, now, Song Bing is more confused.

Where did this tribe get this virus?

Song Bing stood up solemnly, already sweating profusely because of the existence of 31 secondary diseases.

The 107 Indians who were absorbed and cured also woke up one after another with their vitality restored.

Many people with mild infections have even gotten up.

"Okay, you can come in."

Seeing this, Song Bing had no choice but to look outside and shout.

I plan to find time to ask the Wolf of the Snowfield.

Outside the bonfire, Snow Wolf and others who were praying devoutly heard Song Bing's cry.

Only then did he look back in confusion.

When they saw the tribesmen gradually recovering in the bonfire, their eyes widened.

"Ah~"

Instead, they screamed excitedly, and then one by one they ran in excitedly and hugged their relatives.

Embrace and cry.

"Dear miraculous doctor, are you really sent by the Sun God to save our clan?"

The Wolf of the Snowfield was even more like a sliding shovel, kneeling in front of Song Bing.

The admiration for Song Bing has long been like the overflowing of the Yellow River, out of control.

How long has it been since?

In less than half an hour, Song Bing cured all their clan members.

What is this if not a god?

How could an ordinary doctor have such great medical skills?

"Get up! It doesn't have to be like this. It's my responsibility to save lives and heal the wounded."

Seeing the other person kneeling again, Song Bing helped the other person up helplessly.

"No, you saved our tribe and will be our tribe's great benefactor from now on."

The Wolf of the Snowfield said excitedly and knelt down again.

Seeing this, the other Indians also knelt down to Song Bing.

"Jiliguala, Guli is dead, Zamisi is dead..."

Then they all raised their hands and spoke their own language.

Once again staged a performance of thanksgiving with national characteristics.

Song Bing: "..."

Brain pain!

……