The Guardian's Sword

"Hold out your hand,” Sean ordered without the slightest hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from Sean, the woman shuddered with
fear.

How the h*ll is he a doctor?

He's a demon who has killed countless people!

How could my husband bring back such a horrifying man?

Another five minutes passed, and Sean walked out of the man's house with
Zander and Yvonne.

"Take me to your house to treat your daughter,” Sean looked at a middle-aged
man and spoke.

After treating a dozen people in a row, Sean's forehead began to sweat.

At the sight of this, Yvonne dampened a towel with water, wrung it out, and ran
over to help Sean wipe his sweat. However, instead of letting her help him wipe
his sweat, Sean took the towel from her hand and wiped the sweat on his
forehead himself.

Although he had cured many people, Sean knew there were probably many more
patients and injured people who had not been treated.

After all, there were two or three thousand people in the slum, almost as many as
the city defense army.

With so many people here, it was a large number, even if only one out of ten was
sick or injured. There would be hundreds of people!

It was getting dark outside, and the day had passed before he knew it.

When Sean got out of the house again, people outside looked at him with
excitement and respect. Several old ladies even held red strips of cloth, trying to
tie them around Sean's shoulders.

"Taquila!"

"Taquila! Taquila!"

Several people shouted at Sean with admiration on their faces.

"What's Taquila?" Sean looked at Yvonne and her daughter, asked in confusion.
“Yvonne's mother immediately explained, "Taquila is a term in our dialect,
meaning saint. They are thanking you, Commander Lennon!"

Is that what it means?

Saint?

Sean was amused. As the nine-star commander, Guardian God of war, the city
defense army's commander- in-chief, the Guardian God of War, he now had
another name.

Saint... Haha! But it's nice...

Zander's face was also full of respect.

In Zander's memory, Sean was an excellent commander who not only had
abilities that no one could match but also outstanding leadership skills. He was
arguably the youngest commander in the army!

Sean had now cured so many people by himself. Even the so-called miracle
doctor practicing medicine to help the people was incomparable to him!

Just then, several people came running over from afar. Some of them held
microphones, and some had cameras on their shoulders.

People could tell they were reporters who had caught wind of this.

It seemed Sean had created a sensation by treating people for free in the slum,
so Dorodo's press had come over to cover the momentous event.

"Shall I get rid of them?" Zander asked.

Sean pondered about it and said, "No, let them interview to better publicize the
slum’s situation and attract society's attention. The wealthy businessmen and big
bosses will then be willing to donate generously to the poor to have a good
reputation for helping the environment and economic development here."
Zander's eyes instantly lit up at this!

Sean was treating an old man with a leg injury.

The old man was herding sheep on a nearby hillside when be injured his calf with
a sickle while cutting grass for his sheep. Although the wound was not
particularly deep, his wound became infected and festered because it was not
treated in time.

Sean's treatment for such injuries was simple. He would cut off the rotten parts
around the wound, disinfect the remaining area, and stitch it up.

As soon as Sean completed the treatment, several journalists, led by Zander,
walked over and surrounded Sean.

Reporters with microphones swarmed around Sean while cameramen pointed at
him with cannon-like cameras on their shoulders.

"Are you Sean Lennon, the commander-in-chief of Dorodo's city defense army?"
One beautiful female reporter asked.

"Yes..." Sean nodded.