Normally, at noon, the church should be deserted, and no one else will be there except the priest and the two nuns, but at this moment it is overcrowded, the benches in the church have been moved out, and dozens of patients are lying on the humble hospital beds moaning in pain, they are family members with tears in their eyes, and they are calling the names of their relatives sadly. The blonde priest interspersed among the patients, and he clicked a few times on the severely ill patient, and the patient magically stopped moaning, his eyes slowly closed, and he made a steady breathing sound, and fell asleep temporarily.

"Sissi! Hurry up and see if the medicine is ready! Ashmida wiped the sweat on her forehead and anxiously shouted to the green-haired girl who was running between the patients to deliver the medicine.

"Yes!" Sissi struck a thriller and ran towards the kitchen.

"Father! This patient is getting sicker!! Sister Angelot's anxious cry suddenly reached Ashmida's ears, and Ashmida hurried to the patient's bedside.

"Hold on, Father Priest will be here soon!" Sister Angelot held the patient's hands tightly and encouraged the patient, but the patient kept vomiting, and the morning breakfast had almost vomited, and he began to vomit stomach acid, but now the vomit was mixed with a frightening crimson.

"I, I, I ........." the patient clutched Sister Angelot's hands, his face full of pain, struggling to say something, but he was constantly interrupted by the constant flow of liquid from his mouth.

"Come and see!!" Ashmida hurriedly stretched out his finger and put it on the patient's neck, and suddenly looked surprised.

"What's wrong?" Sister Angelot knew that something was wrong when she saw Ashmida's face, and asked a little nervously.

"His heart is decaying rapidly, his internal organs are bursting, and he will soon be bleeding inside and out!" Ashmida's expression was solemn, if he was not treated, this patient would not last more than an hour. The Black Death, known as the plague in the Central Plains, is a terrible disease with a mortality rate of more than 70% after infection.

"Father, ......... him," Sister Angelot looked disgusted when she heard this, and was about to say something to Ashmida, but was interrupted by the situation before her.

"Whew!" Ashmida exhaled lightly, slowly raised his right hand, and the tip of his index finger suddenly bloomed with a dazzling golden red light, a vision that caught the attention of the patients in the entire hall, and they stared at the light with amazement and hope, or rather, at the almost omnipotent priest, hoping that he would be able to perform another miracle.

Ashmida gently tapped the patient's heart with his flickering index finger, and the patient, who was still struggling in pain, slowly quieted down, the sound of steady breathing, the undulating chest, the serene demeanor, and the weak but grateful eyes all indicated that the person had escaped from the hands of death.

Everyone was stunned by the situation in front of them, and for a moment, the entire lobby fell into silence.

"Father Priest!!" After a long time, a cry of hope suddenly came from among the patients, breaking the silence.

"Father Priest!!"

"Father Priest!"

"Father Priest!!" The patients looked frenzied and cried out to Ashmida. This person who was already about to be taken away by the Grim Reaper was pulled back by the priest, so what about us?! Aren't we okay too!! Father Priest is merciful, he will not die for us!! We are saved!!

Ashmida didn't respond, but treated the other patients one by one as usual, and waited until Sissi brought bowls of black medicinal soup with a rich flavor. Under the authority of Ashmida, the patients endured the bitter taste and the doubts in their hearts, pinched their noses one by one, and poured them down, and the patients who could no longer take care of themselves were fed by Sister Angelot and Sissi. After drinking the medicinal soup, the patients were obviously much better, and they fell into a deep sleep after a long time because of the previous pain.

"Whew~~" Ashmida found a free place and sat down, gasping a little tiredly. Although this little thing was not taken into account physically, mental fatigue was inevitable, although it was very weak, and it did not affect the efficiency of Ashmida's movements.

"Father, please drink water." Sissi suddenly walked up to Ashmida, smiled and handed a cup of hot water to Ashmida.

"Well, good boy." Ashmida touched Sissi's little head with relief, then took the water and drank it all, he needed to replenish some water now, sort out his thoughts by the way, and think about what happened next.

Seeing that Ashmida was pondering something, Sissi didn't bother him, just silently looked at Ashmida's side face, her eyes full of attachment and longing.

"Step, stomper, stomper!!" Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps reached Ashmida's ears, interrupting his train of thought, and Angelot's slightly wolfish figure appeared at the gate, her rapid breathing indicating that she had been sprinting all the way.

"What's wrong? Sister Angelot? Ashmida asked curiously.

"Priest, Father, those, those herbs are almost exhausted." Sister Angellot held on to the door, gasping for breath and speaking in tatters.

"What?" Ashmida stood up violently, and the news was not good news for him.

"How much is left?" Ashmida asked with some eagerness.

"There are about 10 more people." Sister Angelote thought for a moment, and gave a number with some uncertainty.

"Yes." Ashmida pondered for a while, and then said to Sissi, "Sissi, the next patients should not wake up, they will probably wake up tomorrow. Please go and configure the pest control powder, well, that's it. After matching that, distribute it to the villagers. ”

"Yes." Sissi nodded her little head and walked out.

"Sister Angelot, please go and check if there are rats in the village, and inform the villagers to pay attention to food hygiene, do not eat casually, bathe frequently, and do not have fleas on your body." After Sissi had left, Ashmida then instructed Sister Angelot.

"Yes." Sister Angelot also nodded, and then asked a little puzzled, "Father Priest, ...... you?" ”

"Well, the old man went to collect medicine." Ashmida nodded lightly and said lightly: "While the sun has not set yet, the old man feels that he will go and collect some medicine and come back, and this place will be handed over to you for the time being." ”

Then, without waiting for the nun to answer, Ashmida immediately walked out of the church, and now time was running out, and he had to hurry up. Fortunately, the main road of the town was empty at this moment, otherwise he would have been shocked when he saw that Ashmida had obviously taken a light step, but he had crossed dozens of meters.

Ashmida left the town in an instant, and walked to the foot of the mountain some distance from the town, and there was a medicine field specially opened up by Ashmida on this mountain, because it was inconvenient to replenish medicine in Europa, so Ashmida opened up this medicine field to be self-sufficient. Ashmida would come every once in a while to tend to the field, and it had been a month since he had last visited. Ashmida walked briskly between the mountain roads with strange and rapid steps, and when he was about to reach the medicine field, a strong smell of blood rushed to his nostrils.

"What does it smell like?" Ashmida frowned and let out his senses, and not far from him, a small figure fell to the side covered in blood.

"Wait!! It's not hers?!! Outside the human world?! Ashmida strangely walked near the young figure, a little girl with pale blue and purple hair, dressed in rags and unconscious. Ashmida was surprised to find that the blood on the figure was not hers, no, to be precise, it should be not only hers, but also other people's blood, and these blood were full of domineering light attribute energy, and there was also a lot of light attribute energy remaining on the little girl's wound. This was clearly at odds with the dark-leaning energy in the little girl's body, constantly corroding the little girl's wounds and preventing her recovery. If it weren't for this, with the strong vitality in the little girl's body, it is estimated that this wound would have healed long ago. This abnormal restorative power, coupled with the demonic wings on the little girl's back, all indicate the fact that her identity is inhuman.