The winter sun always brought about a unique warmth.
Sam placed a pillow on the wheelchair while Zayn helped Dr. Feroma into it. He then placed a blanket over Dr. Feroma and ordered Sam to light the fire.
A dying person would definitely be afraid of the cold, so Dr. Feroma desperately needed to warm himself up now.
After making sure Dr. Feroma was comfortable underneath the blanket, Zayn told Hapilia to feed Dr. Feroma some hot soup.
Basking underneath the sun, Dr. Feroma warmed himself up before the crackling fire and drank some soup before regaining his senses. He squinted at Zayn and summoned his energy to say, "Thank you!"
"No problem. You saved my wife and kids, " Zayn answered, reaching out to wipe the stain on his lips.
Back then, he didn't even get a chance to take care of his own grandfather.
Now that the chance had arrived, he wished to repay Dr. Feroma's favor.
"I'm sorry…" Dr. Feroma mumbled apologetically.
He stared at Zayn, guilt evident in his gaze. Though he couldn't speak coherently, Zayn's illness remained a niggling concern in his heart.
For his entire life, he saved countless lives and did many good deeds.
Before he got sick, he even treated Carla and Venus, repaying Chad's favor from years ago.
If anything, he should be able to rest in peace.
However, whenever he saw Zayn, guilt would rise in his heart. I wasn't as strong as before and ignored his condition. Though I want to treat him, my stamina is lacking.
Dr. Feroma initially wanted to write the treatment plan so Sam and Hapilia could treat Zayn even after he was dead, but he had no idea he'd breathe his last breath before the plan was completed.
"The number of one's days is fixed, " said Zayn as he took Dr. Feroma's hand. "Don't worry about me."
Dr. Feroma pointed at his own chest with a shaking finger, and Sam immediately realized what he meant. The latter pulled out a piece of paper from his shirt.
The crumpled piece of paper was full of unintelligible words and strange drawings. There was no full stop, and only half of the drawings were completed, so it was clear that Dr. Feroma didn't manage to finish what he was writing.
Dr. Feroma pointed at Zayn.
Sam gave the paper to Zayn and said solemnly, "Last night, Dr. Feroma woke up briefly and told me a man might understand the plan he wrote on the paper. You might have a chance to get better."
"Who could that man be?" Benard inched nearer anxiously.
"His name is Derelo, " revealed Sam carefully. "He was Dr. Feroma's first apprentice and had remained with him for twenty years. As he was extremely talented, he inherited all of Dr. Feroma's medical skills."
Sam hung his head low, feeling somewhat ashamed. Though he had been Dr. Feroma's apprentice for years, he didn't manage to learn a lot from his teacher.
Dr. Feroma told him to leave a few times, saying he wasn't suitable to be a doctor, but he refused to do so.
He was an orphan and had nowhere else to go. Dr. Feroma had adopted him from the orphanage, so he planned to stay and serve Dr. Feroma until the latter died of old age.
"I didn't know Derelo was Dr. Feroma's apprentice, " Zayn mused in surprise.
The legendary Derelo did not have a fixed address and was travelling constantly. Besides being a skilled doctor, he was also skilled in defensive skills.
At the mention of his apprentice, Dr. Feroma let out a long sigh.
"Keep it." Sam offered the paper to Zayn.
After accepting it, Zayn folded it carefully before placing it in his pocket. He turned to Dr. Feroma and said, "Thank you!"
Dr. Feroma squinted his eyes and stared into the distance, waiting for Carla to arrive.
Zayn had just told Benard to call her when a car rolled to a stop outside. Benard dashed out at once.
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