Summon Of The Sword novel Chapter 1790

"Hold out your hand," Sean ordered without the slightest hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Sean, 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 Sean walked out of the man's house with Zander and Yvonne.

"Take me to your house to treat your daughter," Sean looked at a middle-aged man and spoke.

After treating a dozen people in a row, Sean's forehead began to sweat.

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

Although he had cured many people, Sean 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 Sean 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 Sean's shoulders.

"Taquila!"

"Taquila! Taquila!"

Several people shouted at Sean with admiration on their faces.

"What's Taquila?" Sean 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 Lennon!"

Sean pondered about it and said, "No, let them interview to better publicize the slum's situation and attract society's attention. The wealthy businessmen and big bosses will then be willing to donate generously to the poor to have a good reputation for helping the environment and economic development here."

Zander's eyes instantly lit up at this!

Sean was treating an old man with a leg injury.

The old man was herding sheep on a nearby hillside when be injured his calf with a sickle while cutting grass for his sheep. Although the wound was not particularly deep, his wound became infected and festered because it was not treated in time.

Sean's treatment for such injuries was simple. He would cut off the rotten parts around the wound, disinfect the remaining area, and stitch it up.

As soon as Sean completed the treatment, several journalists, led by Zander, walked over and surrounded Sean.

Reporters with microphones swarmed around Sean while cameramen pointed at him with cannon-like cameras on their shoulders.

"Are you Sean Lennon, the commander-in-chief of Dorodo's city defense army?" One beautiful female reporter asked.

"Yes..." Sean nodded.