"Don't take yourself too seriously, or no one can save him."
It was not until then that Wuster realized the person in front of him was the Holy Doctor, not an ordinary doctor. He had been too impulsive earlier, so he quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little impulsive just now. I apologize."
"How do you feel?" Jacob asked as he looked at Slater's forehead which was full of sweat from the pain.
"It hurts, but it feels good." Slater was in pain but happy. His legs had not felt anything for many years. Moreover, his illness was very strange. There was no medicine to cure it, so he could only watch his body get worse, day by day.
Ordinary people couldn't understand the pain of watching one's body condition deteriorate. He couldn't feel his legs or hear any sounds, and then his arm became harder and harder to move.
In the end, even his vision was not as good as before. He fell into despair day after day, but he had no way to deal with his own body.