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Capítulo 74

I took a few steps forward, shoved him aside, and rushed into the medicine hut, only to freeze the moment I stepped inside.

Is it him?

In the small room filled with the aroma of herbs, he lay soaking in a tub of medicine, his head drooping, looking as if he were dead.

My throat tightened, and I tossed and turned, unable to utter that name. Then I heard the miraculous healer behind me defend himself, saying, "I didn't force him. He volunteered to be the medicine man in exchange for me saving you... He even knelt in front of my door for several days... Otherwise, I wouldn't have wasted all my good medicinal ingredients to save you..."

The dagger in my sleeve flashed out, and I pressed it against his throat, asking, "Is he dead?" The blade went in a little deeper, and beads of blood rolled down. "He's dead?"

The skilled healer was too frightened to utter a sound, and cautiously said through gritted teeth, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, he's alright... he's not dead, I'll save him right away..."