Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Li.

Mia was lying in bed and Alves was standing by the bed side. He was staring at her cold and mild face and wishing that a sort of miracle would happen. At least she would open her eyes even if not speak yet.

Alves didn't know what to do yet. But he did know that she didn't die. She just passed out. So, all she needed was enough rest.

But then while he stood there wondering, he got quite an idea that tend to be useful,

"Is there no doctor around here? At least someone to bring her back. I mean, she might just happen to need a little bit of this and that."

There was much concern in his tone as he gawked at Akulia who was now seated on the floor like an alms beggar. Alves didn't care about the position of the fellow, for all he knew he was still mad at him.

He was only biding his time to get the appropriate timing to beat the fuck out of him. And he couldn't really tell how quickly that would come. But for now, his priority was making sure that Mia was alright.

"No, there is no doctor