Healer Zane lowered his head, checking the beating of my pulse, his eyes brimming with concern.
He is the kind of existence that it's hard for you not to notice, with a gentle touch of oppression.
Although he is a Healer, he holds a considerable position among the packs on this border. As long as he takes action, the people around will fall silent.
Perhaps because here, everyone knows that his ability to heal is not only a medical skill but also a reliance for their survival.
I raised my heavy eyelids, and in my eyes, there was still a lingering sense of confusion from a high fever.
Healer Zane... You said that I could get out of this state, but... My voice trembled, my throat was dry and I could hardly make a sound.
Healer Zane didn't reply. He just gently patted the back of my hand
