Ang stood at the doorway, silently observing everything as his mind raced. With his strength, perhaps he could offer the girl some help—at the very least, use his healing magic to temporarily ease her pain. However, Ang knew that healing magic could not completely cure her illness, especially given her malnutrition and dreadful living conditions. Only sustained care and medicine could truly save her life.
After thinking for a moment, Ang finally stepped forward and said softly, "Your sister is in serious condition. If the infection isn't treated quickly, her life may be in danger. Let me take a look. Perhaps I can help a little."
The boy jumped at Ang's voice and sprang up from the ground. When he turned and saw the unfamiliar Ang, his expression immediately became guarded, his eyes filled with wariness. The frail boy waved his fists and blustered, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Ang did not immediately respond to the boy's hostility. He simply looked at him calmly and said gently, "Calm down. I mean no harm. I only want to ask you—do you really want to save your sister?" The question seemed to strike the boy's weak point. His tightly drawn expression gradually softened, and he looked back at his sister lying on the bed, his face turning desolate and helpless.
"I need Healing Potions, but I only have two magic crystals." The boy's voice was almost trembling as he carefully took two magic crystals from his pocket. His palm shook slightly from exhaustion and nervousness. At the sight, Ang felt a pang in his heart. Though two magic crystals were enough for most people to live on for a while, the boy had clearly done everything he could. Even these crystals had failed to buy enough food and medicine, leaving