Peter Brown regulated his breathing for an hour before he finally recovered, letting out a sigh as he sat there.
Having walked the path of cultivation for so many years, Peter had long learned to view human life lightly. There was a limit to performing good deeds, and this time, he felt he had gone a bit too far.
With so many patients in the world, and numerous others with terminal illnesses, even if he had the power of three heads and six arms, it was impossible to cure them all. If it continued like this, and all the terminal illness patients in the world came to him, then when would he have time to cultivate?
With this thought, Peter shook his head.
However, as a cultivator, he had to keep his promises, and this was also a way to make money. There was no reason for Peter not to do it.
