New Disease

Two months swiftly passed. 

Ning was now a volunteer in the volunteer hall with some notes. Ever since the time when he cured the different women with the blackish-blue bellies, he had been regularly sent about 2-3 women a week. 

The number had decreased lately and he barely got 1 a week. Even so, the people outside could see a big-bellied woman walking in and a flat-bellied woman walking out.

This had caused the interest of the patients to catch on to Ning. While they hadn't forgotten about the fact that he stopped doing those heavenly massages, they were still willing to visit him in case of a serious issue if the other volunteers were a little bit busy. 

Added onto the fact that there were people who needed actual massages to heal themselves, Ning had started having a small, but regular amount of visitors.