Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The healer center room was quiet and tense, filled only by Rebecca's sobs echoing off the stone walls. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling illuminated the room with a dim yellowish light. The scent of herbal medicines and blood mixed together, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Rebecca collapsed on the floor, her body shaking violently. She grasped Luke's hand who was lying weakly on the bed. Her once warm skin was now cold as ice, and her lips that were usually full of smiles were now covered in blood. His eyes were tightly closed, and his face was as pale as a corpse. Rebecca's tears continued to flow unceasingly, soaking her cheeks and her hand that held Luke's hand tightly.

"Luke, wake up, please wake up!" Her voice was hoarse, choked by the sobs that continued to escape from her throat. "Don't leave me, please..."

Meanwhile, the healer standing by the bed with a tense face was trying hard to heal Luke's wounds. His skillful hands applied healing ointme