"It's not too late to pray to God now."
Ye Feng, seeing the short man's situation, immediately spoke up.
"Really?" The short man looked at Ye Feng, half-believing.
"You can give it a try, there's no harm in it anyway." The tall man beside him also advised his partner.
After enduring hardships, the short man was no longer so stubborn.
His hands slowly clasped together, and there was an expression of devotion on his pale face.
Seeing the short man praying sincerely, Ye Feng pointed a finger, and a sliver of golden light slowly penetrated the short man's body.
Suddenly, the short man felt his body lighten.
Immediately feeling a significant reduction in the weakness within his body, his pale face became much rosier.
"My illness is really cured!"
The short man looked incredulous.
After so long in the hospital for treatment, the virus was not overcome as easily as this simple prayer to God.
"Is this really the effect of God?"
