C133 A Fiery Woman!

Uncle Walker lay on the bed, his complexion wan and drawn, his face ashen like gilded paper. His brows were furrowed in a tight knot, indicating he was in considerable pain.

Vashon, however, didn't administer treatment himself. He stood at the bedside, directing the young woman on how to proceed.

On the nightstand next to the bed, a set of silver needles lay ready. The woman