Chapter 100

Putting everything aside for now, Jiang Junming's mind was in chaos, but he knew that time was life. He immediately cast aside all杂念. With the situation urgent, he focused on refining the invigorating potion. As for whether it would be effective or not, he would see after the patient took it. After all, this was all he could do.

In the temple of the Goddess of Care, there was a dedicated room for refining potions, but it was already in a very dilapidated state, clearly used for alchemy by the Church of Justice in the past. The vessels were still there, though somewhat worn, they were still usable. The old women in the temple were very diligent, even cleaning this remote corner thoroughly, which relieved Jiang Junming of one worry. If the temple had no vessels or place for refining potions, Jiang Junming would have been at a loss.

He asked the old woman to help him place the Morinda officinalis and herb for bruises on the potion table, and Jiang Junming hurriedly began refining the invigorating potion. Although in a rush, he worked in an orderly manner, just like during an emergency.

All 22 joints in his fingers, palms, and wrists were mobilized, and the slight friction between the joint capsules was barely perceptible, but Jiang Junming could feel it. As his hands moved, the subtle sensation was like a beautiful melody, making Jiang Junming forget his troubles and focus entirely on refining the invigorating potion. With his skilled and somewhat graceful movements, tiny white lights appeared between his fingers and scattered into the invigorating potion.

Immersed in the process of refining the potion, Jiang Junming did not notice the appearance of these white light points. After he finished refining the invigorating potion, he found only a large bottle that could serve as a container. Jiang Junming had no time or way to think much about it, so he poured the refined invigorating potion into the large bottle and continued refining more.

Soon, the large bottle was filled with the invigorating potion, and the small amount of silver leaf and Morinda officinalis stored in the temple of the Goddess of Care was exhausted. The situation was urgent, and Jiang Junming did not have time to rest. He took the large bottle of invigorating potion and walked out.

More patients had gathered in the temple courtyard, sitting at the entrance. The sounds of sobbing and vomiting intertwined, creating a hellish atmosphere that chilled the heart.

"Quick, get a small cup," Jiang Junming stood before the people and instructed the old woman.

The old woman responded and went to get a cup. Someone in the crowd looked at Jiang Junming with doubt and asked, "Are you planning to save people with the potion in your hand?"

"Um," Jiang Junming nodded.

"That's an invigorating potion, it's useless! You're planning to 'treat' people with an invigorating potion?" Hearing Jiang Junming's affirmative response, someone in the crowd who recognized the invigorating potion immediately shouted. Originally, people were huddled together, witnessing the rapid weakening of patients, the pungent smell of vomit and excrement. If not for the hope Jiang Junming left them before leaving, these people would have already caused chaos. When they heard that the white-robed youth's so-called treatment was an invigorating potion, the long-suppressed anger finally boiled over.

"What use does an invigorating potion have!"

"We want to see the priest, don't try to stop us."

"..."

Countless people spoke in either high or weak voices, and the courtyard in front of the temple gradually became a boiling sea of voices.

Jiang Junming was also somewhat flustered. This was his first time facing so many angry and helpless people. As they spoke, their voices grew louder, and the fear of death and the strange disease buried in their hearts slowly turned into anger under the influence of others who were also shouting and raging.

What kind of emotional change was this? Jiang Junming did not know, nor did he want to know the details. Holding the large bottle of invigorating potion, Jiang Junming watched in a daze as the anger in the courtyard spread and gathered, about to overwhelm the entire temple of the Goddess of Care. It was as if the temple in front of them was the source of the disease, and as if venting their fear would cure their loved ones or themselves of cholera.

The crowd stirred, pushing and shoving forward, advancing a short distance.

Even though the Goddess of Care's divine power was weak, she was still a deity. As a temple, it held a very high and inviolable status in people's hearts. Although they were angry, the crowd's emotions had not yet lost control, but death had driven them to the brink of madness, and they could lose control at any moment.

Jiang Junming was unsure whether the invigorating potion in his hand would be effective against cholera. Perhaps it would, perhaps it wouldn't. At this moment, although he knew how to treat it, the environment of this world limited his knowledge to useless skills. All he could rely on was the bottle of potion in his hand.

"You're lying to us, what use does an invigorating potion have!"

"Please, Priest, come out and save my child." Shouts, wails, and sounds of vomiting and diarrhea mixed together. At this moment, a young man with a pale face suddenly clutched his stomach and tried to run out. But before he could take a few steps, he began to vomit violently and collapsed on the ground.

Another person who seemed fine had fallen. When would it be their turn? The crowd numbly cleared a space, watching the young man who had just fallen, their hearts filled with fear. They had already seen too many people fall that day, and perhaps the next one would be them. The temple that could give them a glimmer of hope, the temple of the Goddess of Care, did not even have a priest appear, only a youth with an invigorating potion.

Fear turned to anger, and the anger could no longer be suppressed. The crowd soon fell into chaos.

Jiang Junming had never faced such a situation before, in either his past life or this one. After a brief moment of confusion, seeing that the people's emotions were out of control and the anger of those trapped in fear was about to burn him and the temple of the Goddess of Care to ashes.

"Everyone, stop!" Jiang Junming shouted loudly. His voice overpowered all the chaotic sounds in the courtyard, "Do you want to desecrate the temple, desecrate the divine? Do you want your souls to tremble and weep in the divine's wrath forever?"

Jiang Junming was also helpless, wanting to treat the patients immediately, but due to the people's emotions, he could only waste time here.

A few words stunned the crowd.

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