The God of Life glanced at Old Man Zhang, who was wearing a white coat, and let out a hearty laugh. "Even my Temple of Life couldn't save him. You, a low-level lifeform, think you can?"
"I know a bit of medicine," Old Man Zhang said, adding, "but not much—just a little."
"Medicine?" The God of Life sneered again. "The medicine of low-level lifeforms? Like those Shamanic rituals where you summon deities? What, are you going to dance around in front of us, the gods, and beg for a miracle?"
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