Alex watched Hannah grow weaker as she lost even the last of her Qi. She looked considerably older all of a sudden, even more so in her body than her face.
Long Huan grabbed her hand and wrote something into it.
Hannah instinctively moved her hand but stopped. No Qi could come out, so she couldn't talk to him at all. She gestured that she was fine, but it barely came across. At least there was one-way communication.
That was better than nothing.
Alex was about to move toward the next pill he had to make when he stopped and considered something. Should he give her a healing pill?
His instinct told him to do it. Eating a healing pill had healed Hannah the other day, even if it was just for a few seconds. She would most likely want that from time to time, but there was another problem with that.
