The man looked bemused but sympathetic. "Doctors? We don't have any here. But there's a skilled healer who resides on the outskirts of the village," he replied, his brow furrowing in thought.
Relief washed over Jude as he received the information. "Could you please direct me to this healer? My wife is in pain, and she's pregnant," Jude explained, desperation coloring his words.
The man nodded sympathetically. "Of course. Follow the path beyond the eastern boundary of the market. You'll find a modest house nestled amidst the trees. That's where the healer, Nyla, resides," he directed, offering Jude a reassuring smile.
With gratitude, Jude hastened in the direction indicated by the passerby, the urgency of the situation propelling him forward. He navigated through the bustling market, weaving past vendors and shoppers, until he reached the outskirts of the village.
