When Lu Chen put his hand on the old Orion's shoulder, the onlookers were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
The healers in the temple can only inject a beam of holy light, and the wounds that cannot be penetrated will be cut away. But this outsider didn't - he squeezed and pressed, and the shoulder that had been hurting for three years actually relaxed with a few wails.
No one knows what method he used. He was not in a hurry to explain. But in front of half of the shabby houses at the entrance of the village, people lined up before dawn.
