Chapter 145: An Extreme Ordeal

Thankfully, this sort of thing never fazed Jordan Sowden. He had already sent Phoenix to take care of it. Within half an hour, someone delivered a wild forty- or fifty-year-old fleeceflower root, a rare medicinal herb that old apothecaries whispered about. With the herbs gathered, Jordan set to work, mixing and simmering until the heart-tonic herbal brew was ready. Cradling the still-warm flask, he headed for Provern Hospital. He meant not only to pull that child back from the brink, but to cure...