"It's the teacher! His illness is acting up again!"
The boy anxiously stood up and told the girl, "Xia La, take the wooden basin and get some cold water from the river. I'll go in and check on the teacher. Hurry and be careful!"
"Okay."
Xia La quickly disappeared around the corner of the small wooden cabin.
The boy, meanwhile, pushed open the wooden door and entered the cabin.
The layout of the cabin was simple: a table, a chair, and two wooden beds, one large and one small. That was all.
On the smaller of the two beds.
A frail middle-aged man was shaking uncontrollably, his forehead covered in sweat. His face was distorted with pain, and the existing Scar on it made him appear even more terrifying and grotesque.
He appeared to be in his early thirties, definitely no older than forty. However, his hair had turned completely white, devoid of any life.
It was a mess, much like withered wild grass.
