Silja watched both physicians doing their best to improve Zivan's condition.
"Do you think we should feed him my blood?" Silja pulled Donovan into one corner and asked.
Silja was a witch and her blood was no less than an elixir to dragons.
"We should at least wait till we identify what type of poison has been given to him," Donovan said.
A Witch's blood can heal the dragons but if it got mixed with poison in his body it might affect adversely.
As time passed Zivan's condition was worsening. His fever was so high that no amount of medicine was working on him.
After an hour or so a maid led a very old man inside the chamber.
The newcomer was so old that he had to walk with the help of a cane.
His body was bent from the waist as with ever slow steps the man walked in and greeted the people inside with his barely audible and shaky voice.
"Master, come look at the patient first," the physician led the old man towards Zivan's bed.
