Not just the teenager, everyone else is also looking forward to a miracle.
Zeref's homemade ointment has been applied to the old man's wound. The purulent bleeding has subsided, and it seems that the inflammation on the wound has indeed improved.
According to Zeref, this ointment was passed down from his ancestors and is very effective in treating external injuries. However, Zeref did not have the finished product, so everyone had to gather the materials for this new ointment.
After Zeref, a seemingly slovenly man, boiled hot water with Nia, he immediately led others to search for the herbs growing in the forest that he remembered.
Even if everyone is embarrassed by the insects, ants and small beasts in the forest, they must do their best to save the old man's life.
But miracles don't happen that easily.
The so-called "miracle" is something that has a very low probability of happening.
Perhaps the chance of a "miracle" occurring is not even one percent, one thousandth, or one ten thousandth.
If it happens, of course it will be a great thing, but if it doesn't happen, then we can only let nature take its course.
But, in the end, there were too many things that forced people to just let nature take its course.
"Miracle" is, after all, a beautiful expectation that can only be encountered but cannot be sought.
The old man is still unconscious.
Even though they had tried every means, they still couldn't get the old man to open his eyes.
Perhaps the old man's increasingly frail life at this moment is one of the millions of things that have to be allowed to take its course...
The four of them were still taking turns taking care of him. They promptly changed the ointment and bandages for the old man, and poured a little gruel into the old man's mouth to keep him strong...
But the old man Dundee never showed any signs of waking up.
This situation is indeed as Heimer said, "Unless a miracle happens, we can only last half a day."
Later, they moved all the goods out of the carriage, and then the four of them worked together to lift the overturned carriage back.
Heimer took his long sword and struck back and forth on the important parts of the carriage. He confirmed that the carriage was only slightly damaged and could still be used.
So, they chose to set off.
As the black horse roared "Lightning", the horseshoes on the strong and dark horse's hooves immediately struck rapidly on the wet mud.
It goes without saying that the carriage they were riding in was traveling at a fast speed.
The dark horse "Lightning" can pull a carriage carrying a large amount of cargo through complex terrain and muddy and slippery forest land without a driver.
Now, Heimer, an expert horseman who has practiced riding skills for several years, and Zeref, who grew up in a stable, took turns driving the horse.
The speed of "Lightning" continued unabated, and the carriage was running relatively smoothly.
Although bumps are still unavoidable, at least the bumps are not severe and most people will not feel uncomfortable.
However, there was a seriously injured patient among them, and such a slight bump made the old man's face look paler.
The young man couldn't help but sweat when he saw that the old man's injury not only did not improve, but even began to worsen.
"Is there no other way? Really, there is no other way?"
Nia hugged her sister and murmured to herself.
She gritted her teeth and tried to calm herself down.
If you want to find some way to save this old man's life in your memory, it is impossible to do it without thinking quietly.
Yes? You must have seen it before.
Although the memory of that time has long been blurred, she still has those figures engraved in her mind.
They wore finely tailored robes, high crowns inlaid with jewels, uttered powerful mantras, and the wooden staffs in their hands gathered light that purified everything.
Yes, those people can do it.
Even if you are in danger, even if your life is hanging by a thread, even if you have stepped among the flowers on the other side...
As long as you still have breath, they can let you escape from the hands of death.
Although they are not doctors, they are far more efficient in saving people than those famous doctors. They have the power to turn decay into magic, and can turn non-existent or impossible things into "miracles" and appear in the world.
But for those magical people, when and under what circumstances did she see them?
Seeing that her sister was already asleep again, Nia stretched out her free left hand and patted her hot forehead, realizing that she had no idea about it.
But what's the use of thinking about those people now? Now they can't even find a reliable doctor, let alone those who are usually extremely rare.
It was getting dark, so Heimmel lit the oil lamp with a windshield hanging on the roof of the car.
The firelight emitted from the blackened wick was not bright, and the road conditions became difficult to see clearly due to insufficient light.
In addition, because of the rush and various incidents they encountered these days, the whole group was very exhausted.
Boom!
As expected.
Because of the complicated road surface and the tired driver, the fast-moving carriage did not avoid a large dark stone hidden in the muddy road.
"Uh-huh!!"
The girl and the boy screamed almost simultaneously.
Along with the loud noise of the wheels jumping, the entire carriage was vibrating strongly.
The boy and girl who were taking a nap in the carriage almost fell off their seats.
Zeref and Heimel, who were taking turns driving the carriage in front of the carriage, were also frightened when they heard the strange noise coming from the carriage.
People's minds that were originally groggy are now completely clear.
Zeref, who was driving, immediately tightened the reins and stopped the carriage.
Because there is a fixed baffle at the front of the carriage, it is not possible to enter directly from the front. Moreover, if you want to look through the gaps in the wooden boards, your line of sight will be blocked by stacked wooden boxes and sacks.
Therefore, Zeref and Heimer outside could not figure out what was going on in the carriage for a while.
"What's going on!"
So in the uneasy neighing of the black horse.
Heimer, who was in an anxious mood, jumped off the carriage and ran towards the back of the carriage as soon as his feet landed on the ground.
His legs were splashed with wet mud, and the air in the middle of the night was very cold. The knight quickly ran to the back of the car and stepped on the pedal.
"Are you guys okay?"
Heimer stepped into the crowded carriage and asked the teenager and others about the situation. Zeref drove the carriage to a big tree, tied the reins and hurried over.
The young man half-crouched on the ground, holding his hands while raising the old man's head and replied: "We... should be fine."
Nia comforted her sister who was awakened in her arms, her face was very pale.
The girl murmured in a very low voice: "Grandpa..."
The situation was just as the boy said, no one was injured.
After all, a large part of the full truck's cargo has been discarded just to make room.
No injuries caused by the collision occurred.
But Old Man Dundee's condition... was not that ideal. His chest was rising and falling, and there seemed to be phlegm stuck in his mouth, making a whirring sound.
The reason why the young man is half-kneeling on the ground and raising the old man's head is to relieve the old man's shortness of breath at this time.
"Ahem!!"
The old man was coughing violently, and his chest was rising and falling more and more.
"grandfather……"
Nia wanted to help, but she couldn't think of how she could help.
"Let me see."
Heimer squatted down, and the young man leaned to the side and gave up his position.
Zeref from behind also came over, but there was no room left in the carriage.
Zeref was blocked outside the carriage by the squatting Heimer. It was too crowded inside and he couldn't get in. He had to step on the wooden board outside the carriage and hold on to the ceiling with one hand to lean half of his body inside.
Heimer squatted in front of the old man, used the weak light to see the old man's condition clearly, and then opened his mouth with his fingers.
Suddenly, a fishy smell immediately filled the room, especially in this narrow space.
Several people couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses, and then Heimer shouted: "Bring the bag!"
Zeref immediately bent down and grabbed an empty sack from the car and handed it to Heimel. He knew exactly what Heimel wanted to do.
Sure enough, Heimer took the sack, opened its mouth, and put it to the old man's mouth.
The old man began to vomit after a while, and the foul-smelling vomit poured into the sack.
The old man vomited a bunch of filth into the sack. The young man raised his head a little and took a look at the contents of the bag. The mushy vomit mixed with blood clots immediately made him unable to stand a second glance.
"Bring me a wet cloth."
Heimer gave the order again. Just as the boy was about to get up and look for it, the girl next to him suddenly patted his shoulder and gave the boy the wet cloth in her hand.
When the boy took the wet cloth, he saw the girl's face.
At this time, her face was pale and bloodless. There were a few drops of sweat on her forehead rolling down her cheeks, but she had no intention of wiping them off. Obviously, this silent girl was also suffering from this.
Scene of torture.
"Um?"
Before the girl noticed her gaze, the boy turned his head and handed the wet cloth in his hand to Heimer.
Heimer took the wet cloth handed over by the young man and used it to help the old man wipe the dirt around his mouth.
The young man used his hands to hold up the old man's head and cooperated with Heimer's movements to make it easier for Heimer to operate.
Then Heimer put his fingers on the old man's neck, feeling the old man's almost imperceptible pulse.
He sighed secretly: It seems... it's almost done.
"Zerf, throw the things out."
Heimer did not show what he was thinking. He turned around and handed the stinking bag to Zeref.
"How is he?"
The boy grabbed Heimer's sleeve and asked.
"Just follow that girl and stay with him."
Heimer shook his head and did not answer the boy's question directly. He stood up from his original position, leaving the thoughtful boy and the girl with empty eyes in their original positions.
Zeref pinched his nose and took the bag, and asked Heimer: "Is this the end?"
"It's over."
After Zeref jumped out of the car, Heimer also jumped out of the car. The dying old man was left in the car, accompanied by a boy and a girl.
"Is he getting better soon?"
When Zeref saw that Heimer seemed to have no intention of taking care of the matter anymore, he thought that the old man's situation might have turned around.