Without paying any attention, Jiang Junming's mind was in chaos, but he knew that time was life, so he immediately threw away all distracting thoughts. He was so angry that he should concentrate on refining the refreshing potion first. As for whether it is useful or not, wait until the patient takes it, let's talk about it. Anyway, all he can do is this.

There are rooms for refining medicines in the temple where the goddess cares, but they are already very dilapidated. It is obviously used by the church of the God of Justice for alchemy. The vessels are still there, and although they are a little dilapidated, they can still be used. The old women in the temple are very diligent, and even such remote corners are cleaned, which has eliminated Jiang Junming's concern. If there are no vessels and places for refining medicines in the temple, Jiang Junming knows what to do.

Telling the old woman to help her put Morinda and the slaughter grass on the potion table, Jiang Junming hurriedly began to refine the refreshing potion. Although he was in a hurry, he was as busy and orderly as he was rescuing the patient.

The twenty-two joint groups of fingers, palms, and wrists were all mobilized, and the feeling of friction between the joint burrs was very slight, but Jiang Junming could feel it. As his hands moved, the subtle feeling was like a song of melodious music that made Jiang Junming forget his distress and concentrate on refining the spiritual replenishment. With Jiang Junming's skillful and slightly elegant movements, white light appeared between his fingers and scattered in the spiritual replenishment.

All the mind was immersed in the action of refining the potion, and Jiang Junming did not notice the appearance of these white light spots. When Jiang Junming refined the potion of refining the potion, he found that only one big bottle could be used as a container. Jiang Junming had no time and could not think so much. Just a big bottle, pour the refined potion into the potion, and then continue to refining the potion.

Soon, the big bottle was filled with the spiritual replenishment potion, and the small amount of silver-leaf clover and Morindae stored in the temple where the goddess cared for was also consumed. The situation was urgent, and Jiang Junming had no time to take a break, and walked out with a large bottle of spiritual replenishment potion.

More patients came to the temple yard and had already sat at the gate. The sound of sobs and vomiting intertwined, making people feel chilled like a hell of the infinite.

"Hurry, go and get a small cup." Jiang Junming stood in front of the people and told the old woman beside him.

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

"Yes." Jiang Junming nodded.

"That's a refreshing potion, it's useless! Are you going to use refreshing potion to 'treat the disease'?" Hearing Jiang Junming's affirmative answer, the people in the crowd who knew the refreshing potion immediately said loudly. Originally, people were crowded together, and they heard and witnessed the rapid weakness of patients, vomiting and excrement between their mouths and noses. If it weren't for the hope that Jiang Junming left for people before leaving, these people would have been scratched. When they heard that the so-called treatment of the boy in white robe was actually using refreshing potion, the anger that people had suppressed for a long time finally boiled.

"What can the use of the refreshing potion!"

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

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Countless people spoke in high or weak voices, and the voices in the yard in front of the temple gradually boiled.

Jiang Junming was also a little panicked. This was the first time he had faced so many angry and helpless people alone. As they watched them speak, the voices gradually became louder. The fear of death and strange diseases buried in their hearts had the same experience as others, and they were also loudly and roaring around them, slowly turning into anger under the infection of the people who were infecting them.

What kind of emotional change is this? Jiang Junming also knew, and did not want to know what was going on. Holding a large bottle of refreshing potion in his hand, Jiang Junming looked at the anger of the people in the yard infected each other and gathered together, and was about to destroy the entire temple of the goddess of care. It was as if the temple in front of these people was the source of the pathogenic bacteria, as if the fear in his heart could be vented and the cholera of his relatives or his own.

The crowd scrambled and pushed forward and walked a short distance.

Even if the goddess of care is weak, she is still a god no matter how hard she is. As a temple, it is still very noble and inviolable in people's hearts. Although she is angry, the emotions of the crowd have not immediately lost control, but death has made people crazy and will lose control at any time.

It is not clear whether the rejuvenation potion in Jiang Junming's hand has any effect on cholera. Maybe there is, maybe not. At this time, although Jiang Junming knew how to treat it, he was limited to the environment of the world he was in now. All he knew was the dragon-slaying technique, which was useless. All he could rely on was the bottle of potion in his hand.

"You are lying to us, what can the rejuvenation potion do?"

"Sir, please come out and save my child." The screams, howlings, and the sounds of vomiting and diarrhea mixed together. At this moment, a young man with a pale face in the crowd suddenly covered his stomach and wanted to run out. But before he could take a few steps, he began to vomit violently and collapsed on the ground.

Another person who looked good fell down. When will it be his turn? People numbly let go of the open space, and looked at the young man who had just fallen down, and his heart was filled with fear. On this day, I have seen too many people fall down, and maybe the next one is himself. And the temple that can give themselves a little hope, the temple that cares for the goddess, even the priests do not come forward, and only a young man is perfunctory with the refreshing potion.

Fear turned into anger, and anger could no longer be suppressed, and the crowd then became chaotic.

Jiang Junming has never faced such a thing, and has dealt with [***], whether it is the previous life or this life. After a brief confusion, he saw that people's emotions were no longer controlled, and the anger of people who were deeply trapped in fear wanted to burn themselves and the temple where the goddess cared for was to ashes.

"Stop!" Jiang Junming roared loudly. A man's voice suppressed all the messy voices in the yard, "Do you want to blaspheme the temple and blaspheme the gods? Do you want your soul to tremble and cry forever in the wrath of the gods?"

Jiang Junming was also helpless and wanted to treat the patient immediately, but because of people's emotions, he could only delay time here first.

A few words shocked people.

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Yesterday was the third update, but today it was still the third update!

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Chapter completed!