After Ansel left alone riding a little donkey last night, although the frequency was sporadic, the intensity of the rain gradually increased.
Bryson had to admit that Ansel's method of using sugar-salt water actually worked. The dysentery, which even valuable herbs couldn't save, was somehow sustained using this simple sugar-salt solution.
Watching the little girl breathing rhythmically on the bed, Bryson felt a trace of admiration.
Lalor's little daughter really had a strong will, holding on forcefully. Although there wasn't any improvement, at least she wasn't getting worse.
However, in Bryson's view, with the current situation, she won't hold on for long.
With dark circles under his eyes, Bryson greeted Lalor and then put on his cloak, leaving his small courtyard.
It wasn't because he was seeking enjoyment or hoping to slack off in the village chapel, but because Old Laver had just sent a message saying there was something important to tell the villagers.
