Chapter 993

Mayra's voice sounded weak. "Alright, we aren't going back," Gordon said, choking back tears. Mayra consoled him, "I've only fallen sick. I'll get better soon." "But I can't be certain." Gordon quickly took Mayra to a nearby small clinic. Fortunately, it was a herbalist clinic owned by an acquaintance of the elderly woman who ran their inn. With her assistance, Gordon carried Mayra to a bed. He ensured all doors and windows were shut tightly to keep out the cold wind. Outside, the wind had suddenly picked up, howling fiercely. Gordon busied himself preparing herbal tea. By the time it was ready, it was already 1:00 am. He gently helped Mayra sit up, letting her lean against him as she sipped the medicine. Shortly afterward, the elderly woman brought in a bowl of oatmeal. After three days of careful nursing and simple treatments, Mayra's fever finally subsided. Though her body remained frail, her spirits showed marked improvement. Outside the clinic, a middle-aged fisherman