Several days later.
Xaviera Evans and Caleb Mamet flew to the Imperial City. The first thing they did upon getting off the plane was to pay a visit to the miracle doctor, Saint Hand Luke Janell, at the hospital.
All the way there, Xaviera's heart was pounding. The moment they entered the ward, her heart clenched in horror. Even though Luke Janell's wounds had been treated, they still looked severe. He was laden with medical equipment and an oxygen mask, looking as if he could pass away at any moment.
"Grandpa!" Xaviera choked, tears uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks.
She moved closer to the bed, her fingers hovering in the air, not daring to touch him.
Caleb hugged her, gently wiping away her tears and softly comforting her, "Don't cry. He'll wake up."
