Warm sunlight filtered through the glass window, casting patches of light upon the hospital bed.
With every passing second, Ye Chenfeng's forehead became dotted with beads of sweat, a touch of paleness creasing his handsome features. The Soul Force within his body was being greatly depleted.
Ye Chenfeng was not a god; it was just that his soul hailed from a world five hundred years in the future, where humanity no longer feared cancer. In that era, medical advancements allowed for a one hundred percent cure rate of cancer patients.
However, back in the present day, 500 years earlier, medical institutions were still greatly troubled by cancer due to the lack of advanced medical equipment. Ye Chenfeng could only use his Soul Force to eradicate the cancer cells within Yao Lianrong's body.
Moreover, he just happened to come across this situation. Our comrade Ye Chenfeng was not someone who could stand by and watch someone die; his ruthlessness was reserved only for his enemies.
