It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 624 Saint 1

Ling Feiran was stunned.

A prompt box appeared in front of her:

[Your current faith level meets the requirements for calling. Would you like to be called to sainthood?]

【whether】

She never expected that her first time treating someone would trigger her Inspiration ability.

Her skill has a certain chance of inspiring the target to become a saint. Logically, since there is a chance, it shouldn't be 100% guaranteed to trigger. How could it trigger on the first use?
Ling Feiran hadn't played many games, so she didn't know that many skills were affected by level. The same skill, when used by a level 1 player against a level 99 monster, might not even take effect after a hundred uses, but if used by a level 99 player against a level 1 monster, it would probably take effect every time.

Ling Feiran still remembered the information she received while processing the cards, which said that the Saints could share the damage for her, and the death of a Saint would also weaken her.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Of course, she didn't want to be weak, but she had to use this skill once to know exactly what it was all about.

Ling Feiran cautiously chose "Yes".

The notification box disappeared, and a line of small text appeared in the air:
[Currently, one saint is being inspired.]

When Ling Feiran looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her again, a lot of information she had never had before suddenly appeared in her mind.

She not only knew the other person's name and age, but also had a clear understanding of their current emotions, physical strength, endurance, and other parameters.

Yarana cried out, "Please save me! Please save us!"

Ling Feiran's eyes widened slightly.

She was able to understand the other person's language.

Although it was in the Mogu language, she could immediately understand its meaning as soon as it entered her ears, as if a translation chip had been installed in her brain.

The child next to her was frightened by his mother crying and shouting, and ran into the woman's arms, whimpering a few times.

Ling Feiran didn't understand a word.

It is clear that she can only understand what her own saints are saying.

Ling Feiran was stunned for a moment, then asked the woman, "Do you believe in the existence of God?"

Yalana nodded with tears in her eyes, "I believe. The miracle that removed the calamity from my body is the best proof!"

Ling Feiran lowered her eyes, thinking to herself, how could she possibly eliminate the genetic pollution? At most, within a week, the woman's skin would regrow deformed scales, and she would fall into pain again.

For example, some people are born with eyelashes that grow inwards towards their eyes. Unless the hair follicles of the eyelashes are completely removed, the eyeballs will be repeatedly irritated by the ingrown eyelashes, leading to inflammation and disease. This is due to genes, which are as stubborn as code written into the body.

However, if she treated the woman once a week, she could indeed save her life temporarily.

Ling Feiran whispered, "Yalana, God can't save us, but I'm willing to believe in God's existence with you and look forward to the day when miracles truly happen."

At this moment, Yalana had become a "saint". In her eyes, Ling Feiran was radiant, and Ling Feiran's words were like divine pronouncements, which she believed without a doubt.

"How can we make a miracle truly happen and bring salvation to everyone?" Yalana asked with utmost piety.

Ling Feiran was unaware of, and did not want to, impersonate a cult leader to bewitch followers. While pondering, she recalled the words Mama Feng would say to each group of children leaving the orphanage, which seemed perfectly fitting here.

Ling Feiran slowly replied: "First, always have hope; second, never lose courage; and finally... finally, love this world."

Recalling her childhood, a gentle smile appeared on her face as she said to the woman, "Love all things in the world, love yourself who lives in this world, Yarana. You are the chosen one. Do not be sad anymore, do not grieve anymore. Live well and welcome miracles. Numbing yourself with songs will only take you further and further away from God."

Yalana's expression turned serious, and she immediately assured Ling Feiran, "I understand, I will not sing the Star Song again."

After saying this, Yalana led her two children to kneel before Ling Feiran and asked in a pleading tone, "Respected divine messenger, will a miracle befall my children?"

Ling Feiran glanced at the two children, one big and one small, and then looked at the other conscious patients in the ward.

If the scope were limited to this one ward, she could probably treat everyone, but the energy consumed might not be worthwhile. Moreover, she was unwilling to convert the children into saints, since saints would share the harm she suffered in the future, and she couldn't bear to involve the children.

As Ling Feiran was considering her options, she heard hurried footsteps outside. Then, the ward door suddenly opened, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen ran in, shouting, "It's raining so hard outside! The walls are all slippery..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, he saw his mother and younger siblings kneeling on the ground.

He flew into a rage, rushed over, and shoved Ling Feiran aside!

"Get out of here! Don't you dare bully my mom!!!"

Caught off guard, Ling Feiran was pushed and stumbled, managing to keep from falling to the ground by bracing herself on the side railing of the hospital bed.

She turned to look at the boy again and was horrified—his physique was strikingly similar to the lizard-faced patient she had seen in the surveillance video.

If this boy is indeed the person she is looking for, then he is very likely to possess the lost card, the Hundred-Armed Giant!
"You bunch of stinking nurses! You think you're so high and mighty just because you have cards! Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you!" The boy pointed at Ling Feiran and cursed.

Ling Feiran couldn't understand what he was saying at all. Just as she was trying to figure out how to calm him down, Yalana stood up and rushed forward! She raised her hand and slapped the boy hard across the face!

Snapped! ——

The boy froze, looking at Yalana in disbelief.

"You scoundrel! How dare you disrespect the divine messenger!" Yalana grabbed the boy in exasperation. "Kneel down right now! Kneel down and apologize to the divine messenger!"

Ling Feiran: "…………"

The boy's eyes were red and swollen, filled with utter grievance. "Mom! Are you crazy?! She's just a lowly nurse. We grovel before these nurses every day for a few painkillers, isn't that enough? Why do I have to kneel before her?! I won't kneel!!!"

He roared the last sentence, then forcefully shook off Yalana's hand and ran out of the ward crying.

“Pashan!” Yalana called out anxiously.

Unable to call her son back, Yalana apologized to Ling Feiran with immense guilt: "I'm so sorry, so sorry! Ever since this child came to the quarantine area, I don't know what's wrong with him, he's become more and more disobedient..."

“It’s alright…” Ling Feiran stared at the doorway where no one had left, and said, “Yalana, don’t be sad, don’t grieve. Sooner or later, a miracle will befall your child.”

As she spoke, she walked out of the ward and chased after the boy in the direction he had gone.

(End of this chapter)