Where in the World Is There an Incurable Disease? You're Simply Incompetent, Randeng Seeks Help
"Teacher... sigh."
Watching Shennong leave.
The gaunt old man with graying temples could not help but sigh.
He had traveled thousands of miles to get here because an epidemic had broken out in the region under his Medical Hub's jurisdiction.
The epidemic had come on fiercely, yet it was exceedingly strange.
At first, it was a runny nose, chills, fear of cold, and weakness throughout the body. Later came swollen, painful throats and an itchy tightness in the chest. In the end, the fever would not subside, and the victim would bleed from all seven orifices and die!
The entire process lasted less than a month!
And this strange illness.
Whether mortals, cultivators, Immortals, martial artists, or divine cultivators, all were infected to varying degrees, and it spread with terrifying speed.
He had spent more than half a year.
Searching through books and seeking medicinal herbs to concoct all manner of remedies for the sick.
He had brewed every kind of herbal medicine.
Yet none of it worked at all!!
It would have been one thing if mortals fell ill.
But why were even cultivators being infected with this unknown disease one after another?
Martial artists with Infinite Strength and powerful bodies could carry boulders several zhang tall up mountains and run back and forth several times. Cultivators who rode magic treasures through the skies were mighty and majestic. Divine cultivators who tended Incense Power in temples enjoyed long lifespans, free from illness and disaster.
Yet in the end...
They, too, had contracted this strange disease!!
How could he not have been shocked by this?
After realizing that he could not cure the disease himself, Chun Jing became exceedingly anxious.
Without another word, he had rushed all the way to Fuxi City.
He was not a Personal Disciple, and Shennong