Alex watched the middle-aged man walk into the barrier and asked, "No one can see or hear us from the outside. You can tell me what is wrong here," he said.
The man nodded. "How long have you been working as a healer?" he asked. "I don't know if I can take advice from someone who hasn't been working that long."
"I have been doing this for about 50 years now. If you do not think I will be a fit for you, you can leave," Alex said.
The man thought for a bit and shook his head. "No, my issue is severe enough that I need to take my chances with you," he said. "Can I trust you to not reveal my problems to others?"
"Of course," Alex said. "This thing will remain between you and me. How can I help you?"
The man nodded and slowly rolled up his right sleeve which Alex only now noticed was unusually long. As he rolled it up, Alex saw what he had been hiding within it.
While the man seemed fine below the wrist, from his wrist to his shoulders, his arm was completely swollen with dark green veins covering it entirely. Even the flesh around the veins seemed greenish-white and rather sickly.
Alex could smell a slightly rotting scent coming from the arm now that it was exposed to the air.
"What is that?" he couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know," the man said. "It just appeared one day. I thought it would heal on its own, but it hasn't healed in a while."
"And the other healers couldn't help you?" Alex asked. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"None I came across so far," the man said. "I'm hoping you can do it, despite your weak cultivation base."
"I will try," Alex said. "Let me try and find out the root of the problem."
Alex stared at the man for a long second and then nodded. He understood the situation perfectly now.
"What is the solution to my problem?" he asked.
"What is the cause of the problem?" Alex asked in return. "Is it some strong blood or a lot of weaker blood?"
As Alex expected from the man, it turned out to be the second one. "I consume a lot of blood for my cultivation base. What is the issue here?"
"The amount," Alex said. "You are consuming too much too quickly and your body is failing to break it down completely before putting the blood into your bloodstream. The incompatible bloods are reacting to each other and destroying it."
"It has all entirely turned to sludge within your body, but since you're an Immortal, you haven't felt the consequences yet." The man grunted in annoyance. "I asked for the solution," he said.
"Simple," Alex said. "Just get rid of all the blood in your body and eat some pills to have your body produce some more."
The man was shocked. "That's it?" he asked.
"That is the easiest solution," he said.
The man thought for a bit. "That will work," he said. "Do you have the pills?" "I do," Alex said.
"Give it to me."
Alex smiled. "No."
The man paused, confused. "I said give it to me. Or do you want to be turned into a cripple?" he asked.
"And what will you do when you get the pills?" Alex asked. "Get out of here safely? Do you not realize that the moment you leave, I will tell everyone who you are and what you do?" The man snickered a little. "You do not believe my words as a threat, do you?" he asked. "Do you think you can live now that you have found my secret? The only thing waiting for you is death."
He let go of Alex and at that exact moment stabbed him through the head.
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