"We can only ask him when he wakes up tomorrow," Jacob said.
It was a quiet night. The next day, Black Robe had already woken up, but his situation was not good. Thinking back to the scene that night, Black Robe still had a lingering fear.
A lot of the flesh on his body was torn off. Thanks to Jacob's powerful medical skills, broken limbs could be repaired overnight, and fresh flesh could be regenerated. Presently, Black Robe's thighs and his lower abdomen were all recovering.
If Black Robe hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could cure him. He even thought that he was going to die the previous night.
After Jacob finished seeing patients, he came to the back hall. At this time, Black Robe had regained his consciousness. The hat that covered most of Black Robe's face had been removed, and his true face appeared in front of everyone.