Little Victor had barely slept all night!
Partly because of the torment of illness, and partly because he carried the hope of a new life.
After returning from the Church Hospital yesterday, his home had been packed with people. Everyone had been discussing the foreigner Arthur—some complained, some were confused, and some held out hope.
Little Victor, fragile and sensitive, keenly noticed that everyone held the mysterious black-eyed foreigner in deep awe.
That was because he was nothing like the church doctors in everyone's memories, who were kind and humble.
He seemed far more indifferent.
Yet he possessed powerful medical skills.
This left everyone with extremely complicated feelings toward him. They both respected and feared him!
The adults' emotions had infected Little Victor.
Thus, when he saw Arthur again, his eyes held a little more vitality and fear than the numbness of yesterday.
"Lie down!"
Ning Xiuyuan entered the examination room, looked at Tricia's family following him inside, pointed at the examination bed, and ordered him.
"Right away!"
Little Victor's father hurriedly carried Little Victor onto it.
Ning Xiuyuan set down the lantern and let his gaze fall on Little Victor's face. The densely packed crimson rashes were enough to make one's scalp crawl, and anyone who saw them would instinctively feel repulsed.
Yet Ning Xiuyuan felt not the slightest disgust. Instead, he experienced a strange sense of familiarity.
His gaze softened as he reached out and gently stroked the crimson rashes on Little Victor's face, which resembled toad skin. Inside him, the Plague Disciple leaped and cheered.
As I fuse with and control the supernatural characteristic, the supernatural characteristic is also transforming me!
Then am I still human now?
Ning Xiuyuan suddenly grew somewhat melancholy.
Little Victor, however, froze.
He had only ever seen that kind of gentle gaze