The effect of Jacob's gold needles was limited. Although this was a small problem, there was no medicine in this place, which made him feel helpless. He tore off a piece of his clothes, wet it in the water, and put it on Cecilia's forehead.
This continued for half the night and her body temperature finally dropped. In the second half of the night, she stopped muttering gibberish, but she was not awake for the time being.
"Jacob, will I die?" She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him.
"No, it's just the cold invading your body. It's not a big deal for your body to react like this. It's just that I don't have any medicine with me. If I had any, you'll recover faster. Don't worry, I won't let you ruin my reputation as the Holy Doctor," he comforted her.
"But... I feel that my body is very light. I feel as if I'm about to float up. I heard that people are like this when they are about to die," she said weakly with a forced smile.