Oli swiftly picked up Xia and placed him on the bed. His pulse was slow but his breathing was very week. Xia's body was flaming hot, hot enough to scotch his skin. "Did he want to starve himself to death?" He rushed to the door and threw it open. "Healer, call a healer here!!! Now!!!" he shouted loudly. One of the crews rushed to his command.
In just minute, an old man in white walked inside, panting. Oli dragged him to the bed and gestured for him to check.
The man wiped his sweat. "Ho—ly beast....let me take a breather," he panted.
"We don't have time. Check him now," he shouted out loud. "His skin is clammy and hot to touch and his pulse is very slow,"
The old man shuddered and bowed. He sat down near the edge of the bed ad wiped Xia's clammy forehead with a towel. "He's burning up. We need to bring it down. Bring me a bowl of wine and a clean towel," he urged the crew man waiting near the door.
Oli grabbed his collar and growled. "it's not the time to drink!!!"
