The Power of God

"Did you see that?" Rick turned arrogantly toward the medical staff and held up the test tube. "This is what fresh Yinglong blood looks like. The blood you drew that way is no different from the blood inside a corpse!"

"Enough, enough." Cui Man frowned and cut him off impatiently. "Move on to the next step."

Rick's personality was incredibly annoying, but there was no denying that his Superpower was impressive. The blood obtained through this live sampling yielded almost two milligrams of Miracle Factor, a third more than normal medical methods.

But the main event was still to come: treating those two ALS patients.

Xiao He pushed open the door, and his heart sank. The two people lying in the hospital beds, a man and a woman, had already suffered severe muscle atrophy. The girl in particular couldn't even keep breathing without a ventilator.

"This girl's name is Xiang Chen. She's twenty-nine this year, and she's had ALS for sixteen years," Cui Man explained quietly. "She can still just barely move her arms and fingers, but everything else... She can't even breathe on her own. But she's still incredibly strong. She makes crafts and cross-stitches with her own hands, and she's bravely and cheerfully made it this far."

Xiao He studied Xiang Chen. The girl had delicate features, but after years of illness, her skin and complexion were both in poor condition. Only her eyes still shone with hope as she looked at him and smiled faintly. Drawn in by her smile, Xiao He came to stand beside him and said with a smile, "You'll be cured today. Do you have any plans for after you get better?"

"I want to travel, go all over the country and eat delicious food. I also want to help people like me..."