Section 135: Home and Hope

Inside the tent.

"Cough cough cough..." The shipwright lay on a bed of grass, his face flushed, his breath weak, and his skin swollen, seeing everything blurred.

"I'm very sorry, my lords, for the trouble I have caused you," he said weakly.

"Rest well and don't worry; I'm here and won't give up on anyone," Zhenjin tried to comfort the shipwright.

Then, he and Zi Di, among others, slowly left the tent.

"How is he?" Hei Juan immediately asked. "The shipwright cannot be lost; what sickness does he have?"

Zi Di shook her head and sighed. "How many times have I told you all, I'm just a Pharmacist who specializes in scents, not a doctor."

"I can't find the cause of the disease."

"It doesn't seem to be poisoning or some magic erosion; it's just an illness."

"If it were a common case, I might have some confidence. But with this kind of disease, which is likely related to the environment here, I'm at a loss."