Chapter 1790
“Hold out your hand,” Jagoan ordered without the slightest hesitation.
Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Jagoan, the woman shuddered with fear.
How the h*ll is he a doctor?
He’s a demon who has killed countless people!
How could my husband bring back such a horrifying man?
Another five minutes passed, and Jagoan walked out of the man’s house with Jagoan and Yvonne.
“Take me to your house to treat your daughter,” Jagoan looked at a middle-aged man and spoke.
After treating a dozen people in a row, Jagoan’s forehead began to sweat.
At the sight of this, Yvonne dampened a towel with water, wrung it out, and ran over to help Jagoan
wipe his sweat. However, instead of letting her help him wipe his sweat, Jagoan took the towel from her
hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead himself.
Although he had cured many people, Jagoan knew there were probably many more patients and
injured people who had not been treated.
After all, there were two or three thousand people in the slum, almost as many as the city defense
army.
With so many people here, it was arge number, even if only one out of ten was sick or injured. There
would be hundreds of people!
It was getting dark outside, and the day had passed before he knew it.
When Jagoan got out of the house again, people outside looked at him with excitement and respect.
Several olddies even held red strips of cloth, trying to tie them around Jagoan’s shoulders.
“Taqu!”
“Taqu! Taqu!”
Several people shouted at Jagoan with admiration on their faces.
“What’s Taqu?” Jagoan looked at Yvonne and her daughter, asked in confusion.
Yvonne’s mother immediately exined, “Taqu is a term in our dialect, meaning saint. They are
thanking you, Commander Jagoan!”
Is that what it means?
Saint?
Jagoan was amused. As the nine-starmander, Guardian God of war, the city defense army’s
Saint… Haha! But it’s nice…
Jagoan’s face was also full of respect.
In Jagoan’s memory, Jagoan was an excellentmander who not only had abilities that no one could
match but also outstanding leadership skills. He was arguably the youngestmander in the army!
Jagoan had now cured so many people by himself. Even the so-called miracle doctor practicing
medicine to help the people was iparable to him!Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.
Just then, several people came running over from afar. Some of them held microphones, and some
had cameras on their shoulders.
People could tell they were reporters who had caught wind of this.
It seemed Jagoan had created a sensation by treating people for free in the slum, so Dorodo’s press
hade over to cover the momentous event.
“Shall I get rid of them?” Jagoan asked.
Jagoan pondered about it and said, “No, let them interview to better publicize the slum’s situation and
attract society’s attention. The wealthy businessmen and big bosses will then be willing to donate
generously to the poor to have a good reputation for helping the environment and economic
development here.”
Jagoan’s eyes instantly lit up at this!
Jagoan was treating an old man with a leg injury.
The old man was herding sheep on a nearby hillside when be injured his calf with a sickle while cutting
grass for his sheep. Although the wound was not particrly deep, his wound became infected and
festered because it was not treated in time.
Jagoan‘s treatment for such injuries was simple. He would cut off the rotten parts around the wound,
disinfect the remaining area, and stitch it up.
As soon as Jagoanpleted the treatment, several journalists, led by Jagoan, walked over and
surrounded Jagoan.
Reporters with microphones swarmed around Jagoan while cameramen pointed at him with cannon-
like cameras on their shoulders.
“Are you Jagoan Jagoan, themander-in-chief of Dorodo’s city defense army?” One beautiful
female reporter asked.
“Yes…” Jagoan nodded.