Qin Ran, who stepped out of the light, raised his hand and emitted a ray of light.
The deadly plague quickly dissipated in this white light.
The comatose person woke up.
They looked around in a daze, saw their relatives, and saw the shining Qin Ran.
At the same time, they recalled everything.
plague!
It was the plague that stunned them.
And now
They feel completely fine.
Not only did the brain lose its drowsiness before, but the body also seemed to be full of vitality.
Was it the one who saved them
Looking at Qin Ran in the brilliance, the rescued person felt extremely grateful from the bottom of his heart.
Especially an old man with white beard and hair.
Seeing Qin Ran, who was still incomparably sacred even though he was wearing a black robe, after wandering on the verge of life and death after experiencing the other party in the old age, childhood memories suddenly surfaced.
At that time, there were many people like Qin Ran who always stood up in the face of disasters and rescued people like him.
But I don't know when, such a person quickly disappeared.
The elders said that God gave up here.
The wise say that God is nothingness.
The nobles said that the people should be ruled by them.
…
Countless speeches filled that era.
Each proclaims itself a wise man, and each thinks he can represent everything.
Can the last
The winner says it all.
Dawn is gone.
Disappeared.
All that remains is post-war reconstruction.
Blood dripping.
There are many bones.
It was a day that people can't and don't want to remember.
Just like longing for the shining of childhood glory.
Now!
Light appeared again.
The old man looked at Qin Ran under the radiance, his eyes filled with tears.
"miracle!"
"This is a miracle!"
"The Goddess of Dawn has not given up on us!"
"Even if we forget the grace of the goddess, at the last moment, the goddess is still willing to send messengers to redeem us!"
The old man shouted.
God, it's back again!
No, God never left!
Looking at the envoy of God bathed in radiance, it was more dazzling, intense, yet gentle than he remembered.
Unconsciously, the old man knelt down on one knee.
"Respected and kind Bernadette, please forgive the lost child."
"He has made a mistake, and he has returned."
"You are watching the children of the world in the kingdom of God."
"He will do as you wish."
"God, love the world!"
The old man's shout resounded all around.
Op was the first to join them.
Moreover, the expression is devout.
Isn't this the miracle he has been expecting to come down
Heal those infected by the plague and make them healthy.
Now it's all done.
What doubts does he have
"Graceful Bernadette..."
Op began to pray.
Compared with the old man who relied on memory, Op, who was with the old nun, was undoubtedly more proficient in complete prayers and standardized movements.
With a solemn sense of ceremony.
Those people who woke up from a coma felt respect when they heard the old man shouting.
At this moment, when he saw Op's movements, he subconsciously began to pray.
As a doctor, Op has an extraordinary reputation among this group of people.
But it was Kieran in glory who really made these people choose.
They grew up completely in the new era of aristocracy, and they don't know the so-called mysterious side at all, and they don't understand what everything in front of them represents.
Mystery and life-saving grace are intertwined.
A mixed sense of awe began to appear in everyone's heart.
But there are exceptions.
That little girl stopped crying when her parents woke up, and just looked at Qin Ran with clear eyes.
"Can you help my mother?"
the little girl asked suddenly.
The abrupt sentence was extremely conspicuous amidst the sound of prayers.
Immediately, it attracted everyone's attention.
There was a pause in the prayer.
Only then did people discover that the scars on the little girl's mother's face and hands were left when the black spots of the plague burst.
It's not fatal, but it makes people look hideous and ugly.
Then, people looked at Qin Ran.
Under everyone's gaze, Kieran walked over.
"This, my lord, my daughter is just..."
A slightly panicked voice sounded from the mouths of the girl's parents, especially the mother, who even ignored the pain of the wound and prayed to Qin Ran.
Then, the light appeared.
The gentler and healing light allowed the ugly scars on the mother's face and hands to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only this mother, but the people under the radiance can feel the changes in themselves.
The body becomes more energetic and the spirit becomes more energetic.
[The Art of Holy Light]!
Unlike [Healing Art], which can only restore injuries, [Holy Light Art] also has the effect of slowly restoring health.
Although the 'instantaneous' effect cannot be achieved, the scene in front of him is enough.
Those who only had doubts in their hearts put aside the last bit of doubts in the face of such a scene.
After a pause, the voice of prayer became louder and louder.
"Are you the messenger of God?"
Seeing her mother back to normal, the little girl asked Qin Ran with a smile on her face.
"Um."
Qin Ran nodded.
White lies are sometimes necessary.
"Then can I come to you?"
"I'll give you my biscuit!"
The little girl's Tong Yan Wuji's words carry the sincerity that adults don't have, let alone the so-called utilitarianism. They are willing to share snacks with you, which means they regard you as a friend.
Very simple, very direct rules.
But it will become complicated and tortuous with the passage of time.
Once something is added, it will be full of falsehoods.
Qin Ran looked down at the little girl's eyes without any impurities, and nodded again.
"OK!"
Immediately, the little girl let out a cheer.
Amid such cheers, Kieran looked at Op.
"Are all the plague-infected patients here?"
Qin Ran asked.
Now that he has already made a move, Qin Ran doesn't intend to leave any sequelae.
"These patients are ordinary people, that's why they came to seek our help, and some..."
Op's words were not finished, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The people who can find here are all ordinary people.
Wealthy families have their own personal doctors and the like.
"Op, would you like to deliver the news for me?"
"Let all those infected with the plague gather in St. Paul's School."
Qin Ran said.
"Happy to oblige."
Op bowed respectfully.
"My lord, we are also willing to help!"
"Yeah, and us!"
"Please let us do our best for you!"
People around who heard Qin Ran's words immediately spoke up.
"Then, thank you all."
"I'm here to heal everyone I see infected with the plague."
Faced with such a request, Qin Ran did not refuse.
Similarly, Qin Ran did not break his promise.
He waited quietly at the gate of St. Paul's School, curing the plague-infected patients who were sent one after another.
At first, the family members who were infected with the plague were dubious.
Some also maliciously speculated whether it was a trap to establish a 'quarantine area'.
But as time passed and more and more people were cured, they all became convinced.
So more people came to the gate of St. Paul's School.
They saw Kieran shrouded in brilliance.
They heard the constant cry of prayer.
They join in.
From the beginning of one hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people...
After that, one thousand people, two thousand people, three thousand people...
When the moment before dawn comes.
Thousands of people gather. r