Wang Xian came to be a priest of light mainly to seek the balance between light and darkness.
To improve the tempering and control of the power of light, he needed to constantly use the power of light.
Treating patients could greatly improve his control of the power of light.
Especially when the patients were all invaded by darkness.
Speaking of which, he was considered a patient.
“From 8 am to 5 pm during the day, I will accept any patients. I will not accept any clients during the rest of the time!”
Wang Xian thought for a moment and spoke to Old Hu.
“Alright, I will inform the staff below who will receive the patients of the rules!”
Old Hu nodded.
“HMM, have a seat, Old Hu. Do you want some tea?”
Wang Xian sat on the balcony and took out a pot of tea. He warmed it up and made himself a cup.
“I’m not used to it. I’m not used to it. I’d better drink!”
Lao Hu took out the wine pot and shook his head. He smiled as he looked at the stream of people on the road.
