Chances to Another Life

82. We At The Healer

"Healer!" Mr. Gunter shouted as he carried Celine to a gloomy and gray-toned house. The yard was covered with fallen leaves as if it had never been swept. Vines crawled on the wall, and the garden looked like a jungle with lush green plants.

"Hey, healer! Are you home?" Mr. Gunter called again. Celine's condition was still the same, thankfully the healer's house wasn't too far, although it was quite secluded within the alley. Impatiently, I knocked repeatedly on the wooden door.

My action yielded results when an old, hunched man with white hair and beard opened the door, his small eyes staring at us as if he had just woken up.

"This child is poisoned!" Mr. Gunter entered the healer's house before the man could speak.

Celine was laid on a thin mattress; the room smelled of pungent medicines. I didn't like the smell of hospitals, especially since I often got injured in Swinggelir, but here, it was even more intense as if someone was concocting something.

The healer quickly approached Ce