Everyone has their own filth. Each person carries different kinds of foul energy.
The sick, in particular, carry heavier foul energy, which can be called illness energy.
"Divine Doctor, you have to save me. I've spent my whole life doing good deeds, only to be harmed by villains." The businessman dropped to his knees.
"Stop pretending! The people I hate most are hypocrites like you. You preach about benevolence and morality, but behind closed doors you do nothing but evil." Lin Xuan shook his head in disgust.
The businessman's face turned ashen, and he staggered to the ground.
"Divine Doctor, you have to save me! I've been diagnosed with cancer. I have elderly parents and young children to support. What will they do if I die?"
"Hold on! My friend, you don't have cancer. It's a benign tumor. Go get checked again at a reputable hospital."
"Great! Thank you, Divine Doctor! Thank you! I'll be going now." The viewer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait, my patient, don't go. You don't have cancer, but you've been infertile for many years. Where did those young children come from?" Lin Xuan sighed.
The viewer's face changed dramatically, and he collapsed to the ground. The more he thought about it, the more his son looked like Old Wang next door.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
