Once Gara began covering the wound with his own herbal paste, more villagers started crowding the doorway, family and neighbors of the wounded boy.
"Please save him, sir healer!"
The plea echoed several times from outside.
But Gara remained focused on his work. Before long, the wound was fully dressed with a clean bandage.
"Clean the wound and change the paste every day. And bring him to me here at the clinic whenever it's open," Gara instructed.
He handed them the clinic's standard herbal paste for daily use. But the one applied today—the one keeping the boy alive—was his own special medicine.
The boy wouldn't heal as fast as Madha had, but compared to using just the regular paste, his recovery would be much quicker.
"He can be taken home," Gara said.
The middle-age man who had accompanied the patient inside blinked in shock. That was fast. This sir healer moved quickly, yet his work was undeniably thorough.
"Father~" The boy stirred and opened his eyes.
