The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1790

“Hold out your hand,” Jagoan ordered without the slightest hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Jagoan, the woman shuddered with fear.

How the h*ll is he a doctor?

He’s a demon who has killed countless people!

How could my husband bring back such a horrifying man?

Another five minutes passed, and Jagoan walked out of the man’s house with Jagoan and Yvonne.

“Take me to your house to treat your daughter,” Jagoan looked at a middle-aged man and spoke.

After treating a dozen people in a row, Jagoan’s forehead began to sweat.

At the sight of this, Yvonne dampened a towel with water, wrung it out, and ran over to help Jagoan wipe his sweat. However, instead of letting her help him wipe his sweat, Jagoan took the towel from her hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead himself.

Although he had cured many people, Jagoan knew there were probably many more patients and injured people who had not been treated.

After all, there were two or three thousand people in the slum, almost as many as the city defense army.

With so many people here, it was a large number, even if only one out of ten was sick or injured. There would be hundreds of people!

It was getting dark outside, and the day had passed before he knew it.

When Jagoan got out of the house again, people outside looked at him with excitement and respect. Several old ladies even held red strips of cloth, trying to tie them around Jagoan’s shoulders.

“Taquila!”

“Taquila! Taquila!”

Several people shouted at Jagoan with admiration on their faces.

“What’s Taquila?” Jagoan looked at Yvonne and her daughter, asked in confusion.

Yvonne’s mother immediately explained, “Taquila is a term in our dialect, meaning saint. They are thanking you, Commander Jagoan!”

Is that what it means?

Saint?

Jagoan was amused. As the nine-star commander, Guardian God of war, the city defense army’s commander-in-chief, the Guardian God of War, he now had another name.

Saint… Haha! But it’s nice…

Jagoan’s face was also full of respect.

In Jagoan’s memory, Jagoan was an excellent commander who not only had abilities that no one could match but also outstanding leadership skills. He was arguably the youngest commander in the army!

Jagoan had now cured so many people by himself. Even the so-called miracle doctor practicing medicine to help the people was incomparable to him!

It seemed Jagoan had created a sensation by treating people for free in the slum, so Dorodo’s press had come over to cover the momentous event.

“Shall I get rid of them?” Jagoan asked.