Xie Zhiwen sighed. "No improvement."
"The people at the medical station said my dad's illness can only be treated by Divine Doctor Chen Ming. No other doctor can cure him."
Although Luo Yan had guessed that Xie Dachun's condition had not improved, he had not expected the people at the medical station to say that.
He could not help raising his eyebrows. "Didn't you try another doctor?"
Xie Zhiwen smiled bitterly. "We did. We found three, and they all said the same thing."
"As soon as they heard that we got sick after encountering the Yellow Immortal in the ancestral hall, they all said the same thing. They said that illnesses caused by the Yellow Immortal could only be treated by Divine Doctor Chen Ming."
"They said that was how everyone in town was treated."
"We had no choice but to come here."
"Look, the others from the ancestral hall came too."
Xie Zhiwen jerked his chin toward the back. Luo Yan looked over and, sure enough, a small truck had arrived behind them.
When the doors opened, everyone who got out was someone who had been frightened by the Yellow Immortal in the ancestral hall the night before last.
Most of them were not as seriously ill as Xie Dachun, but every one of them looked pale and unwell.
At that moment, someone came out of the courtyard and shouted, "Get in line! Those at the back, take a number and wait until it's called before going in."
The voice sounded familiar. The image of a short, fat man flashed through Luo Yan's mind.
He looked over and, sure enough, it was the group from the circus yesterday.
The fat man handing out number plates to the patients was none other than the one called Brother Quan.
The fat