Chapter 238 Super Doctor Webb

A young man and woman were crying helplessly while holding and rocking an old man’s unconscious body. It was a pitiful sight.

Dante frowned. Observing the patient, he was trying to determine the kind of illness and the corresponding treatment based on the ‘Collection of Mystical Healing’. Just then, there was a voice.

“Excuse me, I’m a doctor. Let me through.”

The person was a man of old age. Howe