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Mr. Xu Shenzi spent the past two days very comfortably, because the old prophet had successfully and completely controlled the serious infection under the influence of several powerful antibiotics.

Moreover, through Xu Ze's extravagant use of high-energy liquids, albumin and other expensive nutritional medicines to infuse the old man every day, the old man's body recovered very quickly, and he was no longer as weak as he was at first.

Even through routine blood tests, it can be found that the originally high number of white blood cells in the prophet's body has dropped to the normal range.

When Xu Ze saw the blood routine report, he couldn't help but be stunned. He was amazed at the recovery speed of the old prophet. He also had to marvel at the old prophet who had never used antibiotics. He was so interested in antibiotics.

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If this were applied to modern urban residents, such a serious infection would take at least twice as long to be controlled to this extent, even with the use of these powerful antibiotics.

But no matter what, Xu Ze was naturally happy that the old prophet could recover to this state within two days.

Because this visiting delegation from China has achieved great results, and everyone is scheduled to return to China on the second day.

It was really best that the old prophet could recover to this extent within two days. Otherwise, if he was not in Lima, he would be a little worried about leaving the old prophet to the doctor in Lima.

The old prophet's name is very interesting, his name is Fake... so classmate Xu Shenzi affectionately calls him Prophet Fake.

"Prophet Fake, how are you feeling?" Xu Ze looked at the prophet with a smile, whose spirit had improved significantly compared with the previous two days, and asked with genuine concern.

"Haha... Thank you for your concern, Lord Son of God. I feel much better today, and I will be fully recovered in two days at most!" Prophet Fake's spirit improved greatly, and he spoke with much more energy. He said with a smile.

"Oh...that's very good. I will return to China tomorrow. If the situation improves, I will feel relieved..." Xu Ze nodded and smiled.

"The Son of God is leaving tomorrow?" Hearing Xu Ze's words, Prophet Fake couldn't help but be stunned and said.

"Yes... I led a delegation to come to Lima and did some small things for the diplomatic relations between the two countries and for the people of Lima. Tomorrow the deadline has come, so I have to return home..." Xu Ze also had a face full of reluctance at this time. To be honest, he

I really want to go to the temple again, but it seems I can only come here next time.

It's just that we need to establish a good relationship with Fake and the Mokli tribe before leaving, so that things can get better in the future.

"Sir Son of God, why don't you go and pay homage to the temple before leaving?" Prophet Fake also had a face full of reluctance.

Xu Ze chuckled and shook his head: "This time is limited, let's go next time..."

After that, he said with a smile: "Come... I will take a look at the wound with the prophet and try to let it recover before tomorrow, so that I can leave with peace of mind..."

Immediately, he carefully opened the prophet's clothes, gently lifted off the big piece of gauze, carefully observed the wound, and confirmed that there was no obvious redness, swelling or inflammation in the wound, and then he felt relieved.

As long as the wound is not inflamed or infected, he can ensure that there will be no problems with Prophet Farke after he returns home with just a few tricks.

Xu Ze didn't hesitate at that moment. The medical team would be leaving early tomorrow morning. He had to ensure that the stitches on Prophet Fake's stomach could be removed. Otherwise, if he left by himself, he would leave Fake and these people behind.

The native is here and has to arrange for someone to remove his sutures, etc., but he is afraid of anything happening.

Xu Ze gently stretched out his right hand and pressed it weakly on Fake's wound. A hair-like fine needle on the ring popped out instantly, and then, without Fake's prophet being able to detect it, he quickly

The ground penetrated into the wound, and powerful bioelectric energy surged towards the wound.

Feeling the faint warmth and numbness coming from the wound, Prophet Fake raised his eyebrows sharply, and looked at Xu Ze with eyes full of gratitude.

He could naturally feel what it was. During the first few days of the operation, when he was in a coma, he had already felt this power, but now it was even clearer.

He could even feel that with the effect of this magical power, his wounds seemed to be healing at an extremely slow speed.

After Xu Ze gently injected a burst of biological energy, he slowly retracted his hand, looked at Prophet Fake and smiled slowly: "Okay, I will remove the stitches for you before I leave tomorrow morning. Don't you want to go back?"

Move around, take some medicine, rest for two days and you’ll be fine!”

Hearing Xu Ze's words, Prophet Fake's hazy eyes showed a hint of deep gratitude: "Sir Shenzi did not hesitate to use up his divine power to treat me. I am really grateful to Fake. I hope that the Son of God will heal me."

You will definitely come to the sacred mountain as a guest in the future and pay homage to the temple!"

"That's natural. As long as I have the chance, I will definitely return to Lima and come to worship at the sacred mountain..." Xu Ze solemnly promised.

On the second day, the medical team finally left the town and returned to Cuda, the capital of Lima. All local residents came to help the medical team dismantle and move the camp.

More than a hundred natives also became the main force, dismantling large surgical tents one after another and putting them on trucks.

Other doctors are also working with local medical institutions to hand over patients who have not fully recovered, leaving medical orders and medical records to help local medical institutions provide final recovery treatment for these patients.

At this time, Xu Ze was in Prophet Fake's tent, removing stitches for Fake. Doctor Wang standing by and watching carefully with a face full of surprise and worry.

Doctor Wang couldn't help but worry about this. After all, the old native man in front of him had not completed the operation for three days. It was really risky to remove the sutures. If Xu Ze hadn't insisted and promised that everything would be fine, he would have firmly opposed it.

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Because generally this abdominal surgery takes at least a week to ensure optimal wound healing, and especially for such elderly people, the healing time is even longer.

But now, in less than three days, General Xu was going to remove the old man's stitches. Doctor Wang really couldn't figure it out, but Xu Ze insisted. He could only watch helplessly, but he made up his mind to wait.

Once General Xu opens the door, if he finds something wrong, he must resolutely prevent the other party from continuing.

Compared to Doctor Wang's nervousness, Chief Cook and Prophet Fake on the bed showed no signs of nervousness at all, but only joy and expectation.

These two people were very convinced of Xu Ze. Since the Chosen Son of God said that the sutures could be removed in two days, then naturally it can be removed; and apart from Xu Ze, they did not trust other doctors very much.

, since the Chosen Son of God is leaving, they don't want to stay outside the mountain anymore.

Doctor Wang watched Xu Ze gently pinch the tail of a line with tweezers, then gently cut off one line with scissors, quickly pulled it out, and then cut the second line.

Seeing that after the sutures were cut, there seemed to be no abnormality in the wound. Doctor Wang was shocked and thought to himself: "Is the wound really healed? It's impossible, right? So fast?"

As Xu Ze continued to cut one by one, the lines were pulled out one by one, but the wounds were still tightly bonded together, with no signs of splitting, and there seemed to be no other abnormalities. Doctor Wang was

While he was shocked, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Xu Ze who looked so matter-of-fact, he was really amazed. He really didn't understand what method General Xu used to make this old black man's wounds heal so well in just three days.

Xu Zeli cut off all the sutures and pulled them out. After disinfecting them with complex iodine, he wrapped them again with gauze dressing. Then he took out several boxes of powerful antibiotics that had been prepared and handed them to Chief Cook who was standing aside.

, tell him to let the prophet take it on time and in the right amount every day.

He also told the prophet not to move around for two days, and after two more days of rest, he could basically return to normal.

After all this was done, the surgical tents and various equipment outside had been successfully loaded onto the truck; the doctors and nurses from China had already boarded the truck, waiting for the convoy to set off back to Cuda, the capital of Lima, to meet up with other personnel.

Return to China.

Several natives also followed Xu Ze's command, carefully carried the prophet onto the small sedan chair, and then followed Xu Ze out of the tent.

More than a hundred natives reluctantly waved goodbye to Xu Ze. Chief Cook hugged Xu Ze fiercely, told Xu Ze that he would definitely go to the sacred mountain to pay homage, and then turned around and left with his team;

Xu Ze also took a look at the towering sacred mountain a hundred miles away, sighed softly, and boarded the bus. The two teams left in two different directions.

A few hours later, the convoy arrived in Cuda, the capital of Lima, and met with other members of the delegation at the Cuda Military Airport.

Xu's father, Xu's mother, Sun Lingfei and others all returned home with a large number of gifts from Zuma and his wife, and were already waiting on the plane.

Zuma and his wife were also waiting at the airport to send Xu Ze to the plane; several small cages containing the poisons had already been put on the plane.

"Good brother... you must come here often in the future..." Zuma reluctantly let go of Xu Ze, looked at Xu Ze and explained in a deep voice.

"Definitely..." Xu Ze nodded vigorously, and then was the last one to get on the plane.

As the plane slowly slid on the ground, it quickly reached the sky and headed towards China.

Xu Ze had just reunited with his parents and was still watching Sun Lingfei happily take out the gifts from Zuma. At this time, a staff member came over with a serious face, handed over a phone call with both hands and said: "General
Chapter completed!