Chapter 184: Life is like reincarnation
Although he was mentally prepared, after confirming that the disease with increasing number of infections during this period was Lassa fever, Karin still felt dizzy.

“We must notify the resistance and volunteers, quarantine them, kill the rats, and our wards must also be upgraded to prevent the infection from spreading to other patients.”

"Where are the supplies? Where are they coming from? We don't even have much penicillin left, and the ribavirin we brought back last time has also been used up."

"Can it be delivered? They're seizing everything."

Several doctors discussed anxiously, their tones tense and fearful.

In fact, they are the most at risk.

Karin said nothing, only feeling that the sky outside the window seemed to be even darker.

"It may rain heavily soon, Naimai, please get more basins to collect water."

Shiraishi Hang's destination.

Hasamu leaned out of the window, looked at the sky outside and shouted.

"I'm busy." Naimai is learning cooking in the kitchen.

Hasam had no choice but to find a basin by himself. The long-term water shortage made him develop a habit of cherishing water resources. He wished he could collect every drop of rain from the sky in a big bucket so that people in need could have a drink.

"Are you going to see the doctor later?" Hasamu came back after putting down the basin of water, and Naimai also came out of the kitchen with a plate of grilled salmon and asked casually.

"Go, I discussed it with Sister Sausage. She told me the improved techniques and experience for dealing with those viral diseases. After studying it all night, I have some ideas. It should at least help reduce their pain." Hasam nodded seriously, although he was not completely sure.

He has officially started his medical career, learning and treating patients at the same time, using the cheap tea leaves given to him by Bai Shihang to make tea, claiming it is a panacea for all diseases, and then performing some mysterious spells.

If an ordinary doctor dared to do this, it would be a medical accident in a matter of minutes. But he is different. No matter how poor his treatment methods are, they will not make the patient's condition worse.

But the biggest problem is trust.

No one wanted to be treated by a guy who looked like he had just reached adulthood, had no medical license, and no old doctor's guarantee.

Even if it doesn't cost a penny, just drink a bowl of water.

Only those who are truly poor and have no other options will place their glimmer of hope on him.

It’s free anyway, just in case.

Bai Shihang silently watched his actions and cried out in his heart, "Am I going to raise a great and virtuous teacher? The Nanhua Immortal is actually me", and at the same time he found it interesting, so he got a large amount of black tea and let Hasamu use it.

Naimai was just asking. She neither agreed nor disagreed with Hasamu's approach. Besides, this way was a good option. At least it wouldn't be too dangerous. It was much safer than the route she was planning to take.

"Teacher, lunch is ready."

She knocked on the door gently, feeling a little nervous, fearing that the food she cooked might not suit the teacher's taste.

Bai Shihang came out, but this time, he changed his appearance. It was not the vest that appeared before, but a new face, like a mixed-race person. This vest was only used to do good things as he pleased. If he wanted to do something impolite, he would change to a fake one.

Naimai was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses.

After learning about the Divine Grace, she had guessed that the teacher's appearance was fake, so she was not too surprised. Maybe, this face now was also fake.

Bai Shihang ate a piece of grilled fish, which was not bad, but for him who had tried almost all the delicious food on half the planet, it was really mediocre.

Naimai looked a little disappointed, and thought to herself that she would try harder next time.

Hasamu didn't think too much about it. When he saw Bai Shihang start eating, he immediately started to eat like a whirlwind.

"Ahem." Naimai coughed twice to remind him to pay attention to basic etiquette.

"What's wrong? Were you infected by the virus I brought back? Do you need treatment?" Hasamu said while chewing a biscuit.

Naimai gave up: "Brother, maybe you can study whether there is a technique that can make your mind clearer in the future."

"That makes sense." Hasam nodded and continued eating.

After lunch, he took a few pancakes, wrapped them in paper, said goodbye to the teacher, put on a big water bottle, held an umbrella and went out.

"Uncle Feda, Uncle Feda?"

When he arrived at the place where he had treated patients yesterday, the middle-aged man in the tent was gone, and instead, there was a man wearing a mask.

"Kid, this area is closed, don't go near." The man stopped Hasamu.

“Is it because of an infectious disease?”

"Yes, it's a very serious infectious disease. Here, don't take off the mask when you are outside. Someone will come to your door later to inform you of the precautions." The man finished speaking patiently and handed Hasam a mask.

Hasamu is not a fool, it's just that his thinking process is different from others in some aspects. Facing this man who is suspected to be a member of the resistance army, he did not say what disease he could cure, but nodded and left obediently.

He knew that there were many people outside the hospital who were sick but had no medicine to treat them, so he planned to go and see.

hospital.

It was already overcrowded at this time, completely exceeding the designed capacity limit.

And even the medical staff are not fully staffed.

Some people can only find a place to lie down and wait for death to come, or go home and endure it in their own way.

The sounds of crying, vomiting, and praying were heard.

Seeing this scene, Hasamu couldn't help but hold his breath and felt a pain in his heart.

That year, their family was dug out from the rubble.

There were too many injured people, causing chaos in the hospital.

Then, there was a loud bang.

Bombs fell from the sky.

The hospital was also reduced to ruins. He and his sister luckily survived, but his parents and many more people were completely integrated into the land that nurtured them and suffered many disasters, and could never be dug out again.

"I'm here to save people, I'm here to save people"

After whispering some encouragement to himself, he looked around and first found an old man who was breathing in less than out. He walked up to him and held his hand.

"How are you, sir? Where are your family members?"

The old man coughed a few times, opened his cloudy eyes, looked at him, and tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed it at himself.

"I, I may have a way to cure you. Do you want to try it?" Hasamu asked anxiously.

The old man looked into Hasam's eyes, gave a dry smile, and said in a hoarse voice like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other: "Go ahead, give it a try, young man."

Hasamu did not hesitate. He took out a small cup, poured a cup of tea, helped the old man up, and fed him the tea slowly.

At the same time, he used the "viral disease healing technique" he learned from Miss Sausage, and disguised it by muttering something like a spell, and pointed it at the old man's forehead.

It's not that he wanted to play tricks, it's just that the tea itself has no effect at all. If someone drank it and it didn't work, then he could have an explanation. The two must be combined to have an effect.

The people around looked at this scene in surprise, thinking that the other party's family member was sick and confused.

But soon, they couldn't hold it anymore.

The old man's body suddenly tensed up, his eyes widened, a flush rushed to his cheeks, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Spit it out, spit out all the phlegm." Hasam said on the side.

The old man finally spat out a ball of yellow-green sticky substance while coughing violently, then stroked his chest and gasped violently.

"You, you--I think I'm fine!"

The old man touched his forehead and found that the high fever that had tormented him for two days had subsided and he no longer felt dizzy.

He stood up incredibly and turned around carefully. The drowsy feeling was swept away, replaced by a strong hunger and desire to eat, as well as a radiant spirit.

"Miracle doctor! Allah has sent a miracle doctor to the world!" the old man shouted excitedly.

Several patients who witnessed everything also used up all their strength, lay on the ground with difficulty, tugged at the corners of Hasam's clothes, and begged.

"Help me! Help me!"

"Please have mercy, Allah!"

Hasam took a deep breath, did not refuse, and quickly started treating the second person.

The second one, the third one.
The medical miracles that were taking place here quickly attracted a large number of patients.

They had all heard that a Murcellean (saint) had come to the world and could heal mortals and free them from illness by sprinkling holy water and giving them guidance.

The patients and their families who knew the news went crazy and also led some healthy people to participate, and the crowd grew larger and larger.

After treating more than a dozen people, Hasamu knew that this was almost his limit, and those people who were successfully treated by him have now become his helpers, protecting him from being harmed by the crazy crowd.

"Everyone, please come back tomorrow. Our magic power has been used up today. We have to wait until tomorrow to continue casting spells." Hasamu shouted.

The words began to spread outward from the side, and slowly, the crowd became less crazy. Everyone talked and looked fanatically at Hasam who was standing on the chair in the middle.

"Save this child, please, sir, save my child. He has had a high fever for three days and can't hold on any longer!"

A woman's sharp cry attracted everyone's attention. A pair of hands picked up a skinny unconscious child of only five or six years old from the crowd and tried to bring him closer to Hasam. Perhaps in the eyes of his mother, being closer to the saint could also help him get cured.

The crowd's discussions gradually died down. In front of the woman, a pair of hands reached out, took the child, and lifted him up a little further forward.

A person who was less ill quickly took it and passed it forward.

Life is like a small boat flowing towards hope in the sea of ​​people, and one pair of hands after another brought the child to Hasamu.

This scene brought back past memories to Hasamu's mind.

"Hold on, kid, I'm here to save you!"

"Dad, Mom, and sister, they are still inside."

"Don't worry, I saw it. I will bring them out. Ihassan, there are still people downstairs. Catch the child first."

"Okay! I'll catch you, hold me! Come quickly, Chabil, there are survivors!"

"Here it is, hand it to me!"

In the ruins, after several rounds of relays, pairs of dusty hands embraced Hasamu and allowed him to see the light of day again.

Life is a cycle, and now it is Hasamu's turn to lend a hand.

"Kid, I'm here to save you."

Carefully pour the tea in and touch the child's forehead with your finger.

At this moment, it seemed as if all sounds had disappeared.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on the child who was lifted up.

Soon, the child's eyelashes flickered and slowly opened their eyes, but the strangers around him made the young boy feel scared, and he subconsciously started crying.

"Mom, where is mom?"

"Here I am! Zamalek, my child, woooo!"

"mom!"

The child finally returned to his mother's arms, and people seemed to have waited for a long-awaited miracle.

(End of this chapter)