I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 87 Vitality
"Mr. Watson, are you finally relieved to come to me for a diagnosis?"

Winfreys Morgan didn't need to look at the first-diagnosis list pushed over from the table at all. He had been in contact with John Watson for a long time, even though he hadn't used the power of secret transmission to detect it.

He could tell from John's staggering gait as he limped and lined up that the stubborn leg disease of the other party was obviously worse than when he was at the Royal Free Hospital.

Watson was not surprised to hear that, as early as a month ago, Winfrey had tentatively asked if he needed help diagnosing his injury, but he didn't agree because he was too worried at that time.

He pretended to be relaxed and replied with a smile: "Yes, there is really no other way, and I heard that there is a miracle doctor in the St. Artemis Church Hospital, so I came here to try my luck...... I didn't expect that the miracle doctor is Mr. Winfreys! This is such a coincidence, I would have asked you to examine me when I was at the Royal Free Hospital."

"Oh yes, Mr. Watson heard someone mention me?"

Winfreys came out from behind the desk, squatted halfway in front of John, and motioned him to roll up his trousers, while probing secretly.

"I've heard a lot of people mention the miraculous doctor of St. Athenes Hospital, including the residents of the apartment where I live, and a doctor friend of mine—Stanford Leland Jr., have you ever heard of this name? Is it? He claims to be your apprentice. And the first person who recommended me to come to St. Artemis Mission Hospital is..."

As Watson said, he turned his head and looked at Nello Bacchus who seemed to be standing in a military posture because of his arrival. He waved his hand, "Okay Nello, take a break. This is not an army, there is no need to stand If you are so serious, I am not your boss now."

Hearing this, Nello raised his chest and raised his head instinctively, and replied loudly, "Yes, sir!"

Then he relaxed his waist and took half a step forward with his left foot.

Winfreys didn't seem to notice the seemingly infidelity of his vice-priest, he just continued to signal the patient to lift his trousers.

Watson rolled up his trousers, exposing the vigorous leg hair that had grown wildly recently. Under the sharp and straight hair like needles, there were slightly thin calf muscles.

Winfreys touched it with his palm and groped carefully... The muscles are flexible and elastic, and the bones are in good condition.

"It's not a simple trauma."

He first dismissed a possibility in his mind, and then pinched it a little harder, "Do you feel it?"

"No." Watson shook his head numbly.

Winfreys tapped the opponent's shin hard again, and he could hear the echo, but when he looked at Watson, all he got was shaking his head.

Dr. Winfreys took out a small wooden hammer and struck the ligament under the opponent's knee, but there was no response.

"The knee jerk has stopped...it seems to be a neurological problem."

Thinking of this, Winfrey quietly channeled his telepathic mana, and the slight fluctuations came from his heart, and were transmitted to Watson's leg muscles through the palm of his hand.

The ripples that fluctuated like water spread towards the inside, penetrated through the skin, muscles, nerves and bones, and then rushed back to the heart along the palm, the specific information was already clear in Winfreys' mind.

"Severe damage to the tibial nerve in the left leg resulted in the inability to raise the heel, and the flexion function of the toes was significantly limited, and the sensation in the lower leg was completely lost."

"This is obviously a severe disability that modern medicine cannot cure."

"But for taboo knowledge, it's just a trivial matter... You don't even need to ask for the atonement of the forge, you just need to release the mana of the heart, so that the principle of the heart will emerge in John Watson's body, and he will Health can be repeated through rejuvenation of the heart."

"only……"

Winfreys glanced at the expectant John Watson out of the corner of his eye, and thought in his heart: "We can't let him know that the treatment is so simple and easy. He must feel that he has gone through untold hardships to get it." A chance to heal."

Then he seemed to have inadvertently restrained his expression, revealing a look of embarrassment between his brows.

As expected, Watson was keenly aware of this embarrassing expression. His expression full of expectations was covered with uneasiness and apprehension. He asked anxiously:

"How? Is the problem serious?"

Winfreys let out a long sigh and said, "Oh, Watson, your injury... is far more serious than I originally thought. If you had come to find me from the beginning, maybe—"

Watson felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue when he heard these words, the confidence and hope on his face faded, and a color of despair shrouded it.

He pretended to be calm and chuckled and said: "It's okay, it's none of your business, doctor, it's because I am too self-righteous, thinking that I am young and strong, it is impossible to be defeated by illness, and I can overcome the world with willpower All the difficulties... I was too proud and missed the best time."

Winfrey shook his head slowly, "No, Watson, you misunderstood me, I mean, if you come to me from the beginning, you will be able to cure this problem soon... But now, It will take a lot of effort, and it may take a while of continuous treatment to bring your left leg back to life."

"A lot of effort... that is to say, I still have to be cured?!"

"I still have hope, right?!"

The flame of hope ignited again in Watson's pupils, he held Winfreys Morgan's palm in surprise, and couldn't wait to ask.

Winfreys has seen this expression too many times. Every disheartened patient has this expression when they receive a glimmer of hope. It's like a drowning man clung to a life-saving straw. Like, holding his palm tightly... He secretly smiled in his heart, even if you are a soldier with a rock-solid will, it is impossible to resist the temptation of being healthy.

But he still had a solemn expression on his face, "It's just a possibility... After all, Watson, your injury has been delayed for too long and deteriorated too much, and I'm not 100% sure that you can heal your injury... But, I I think it is still possible to heal, even if it is not completely cured, at least I can prevent your injury from deteriorating to the point where amputation is required."

"Is it possible... how likely is it? What would it cost me to increase the probability?"

"As long as you, Mr. Winfreys, are sure to heal my pain, I am willing to donate 500 pounds of my entire net worth... If this is not enough, I can also borrow it... find it!"

"As long as it can heal my pain, I am willing to give everything!!!"

Watson's eyes were red and his expression was crazy. It seems that the pain of his leg injury had a great impact on his life. After he caught a glimmer of hope, he was already unwilling to let go again, even if he tried his best, he would die Live on this thread.

Seeing this scene, Winfreys was very satisfied in his heart, but on the surface he still put on a look of compassion.

He patted Watson's shoulder, who was holding him tightly, and comforted him:

"Mr. Watson, don't worry, I will do my best to heal your leg injury... I can swear on little Anna's mother!"

Watson, on the other hand, seemed to be seeing the dawn in the dark, his eyes were so moist from the strong light that he seemed about to shed tears, he held the other's palm vigorously, choked up and said:
"Mr. Winfreys... I'll leave it to you!"

Of course you have to heal my leg injury, otherwise my act of cutting off my tibial nerve some time ago would have been in vain.

　25 has already entered the palace...for the time being, I haven't come out so soon.

　　The general content is the trance illusion of Watson's second-order moth, who descended on a creature suspected of being a scale species, and met the 'self'.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)