Time had slowed down, or perhaps it was just that he had lost too much blood. Everything smelt like blood. The metallic acrid smell coated every corner of the small room, making it seem smaller than it was.
The candles and lanterns strewn around the room should have lit up the space, and perhaps it did, but to Xu Feng, there was a haze. The world was red tinged.
In another burst of wisdom, he searched his sleeves sluggishly with his fingers for any remnant seeds to help speed his thinking. There was no more. He had drained the life of all the seeds.
Xu Feng had even drained the few plants left in this former plant nursery unknowingly. It was a room of death. He was hoping the other ger, hadn't noticed the peculiarity. But then again, Midwife Lee was so overcome by duty to notice.
Xuan Jian had done a good job choosing a midwife. This one was thorough and focused. Maybe in another life things would have gone smoothly.
