Zack took a few minutes to complete his examination. Ultimately, it turned out to be nothing serious, just a common cold. Probably due to exhaustion, his immune system had weakened, leading to catching a cold.

The solution was simple – rest and plenty of fluids. However, Zack knew it wasn't that straightforward. He was convinced that curing this patient wouldn't be so easy. Zack could use some herbs to alleviate the symptoms and help the body expel the virus. However, one of the problems was that he didn't believe Sister Sally would accept the treatment.

At the moment, Zack used a strengthening spell to fortify the patient's body with energy. While not a complete solution, it would allow her to sleep peacefully and regain strength.

"Here's the water," Manny's voice was heard as he entered the room with a glass of water in hand.

"Thanks. Let's go outside. There's something I want to ask you." After taking the glass, Zack carefully placed it on the table. Then, he took the boy's hand, and they left the room. He turned and looked at him.

"Manny, besides Sister Sally and the other kids, is there anyone else in the house?" Zack wasn't afraid of being misunderstood by asking this question. Information like this wasn't hard to come by in a small town where everyone knew everyone else.

This was just as he expected. It was easy to know what to do, but he didn't think he would do it. If Sister Sally had rested from the moment she got sick, it would have been impossible for her to faint right after getting out of bed. His parents were the same way, often ignoring their health due to busy jobs, leading to illnesses caused by pushing their bodies too hard.

Zack shook his head. It wasn't his problem. He only agreed to come here on a whim, with no intention of doing anything more, let alone taking care of young children while their caregiver recovered. He already had enough on his plate.

However, it was obvious that if she didn't rest, she wouldn't recover. Since he was here, the least he could do was try to heal her. Fortunately, he knew exactly what to do with these kinds of people.

Zack crouched down and began to talk to Manny. If he wanted the girl to recover, his help was essential. "Listen carefully. You must do what I tell you for Sister Sally to get well. Understand?"

Manny nodded firmly and listened to what Zack had to say. Once he explained what to do next, Manny left through the door to follow his instructions, and Zack had no intention of staying there either. It was obvious from Sister Sally's attitude that he wasn't welcome here. He didn't want to be there when she woke up. After explaining the situation and giving some instructions for a quick recovery, Zack ran out of there.

In one of the rooms in the house, a girl was sleeping peacefully while the sun streaming through the curtains gently caressed her skin.

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BAM "Mmn"

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing echoed throughout the house, causing the girl to slowly open her eyes, trying to figure out the source of the noise.

"Where?"

Once she cleared her head, she realized where she was. Her room, the room she had been living in for the past few years, ever since she took over the orphanage, came into view.

The next thing she noticed was that she was fine. Better than fine. It had been a long time since she had slept so peacefully.

Sally stretched her body slowly, completely relaxed. Since she started taking care of the children, she hadn't had much time for—

"The children!" she exclaimed, memories rushing back to her.

Sally jumped out of bed and headed to the door to see if the children were okay.

BAM

When she opened the door, she collided with something, causing her to take a few steps back from the impact.

"Ouch"

Upon recovering, Sally was about to reprimand the person she had collided with when she saw who it was.

On the floor was a young boy, about sixteen, rubbing his leg in pain. Beside him, a girl of the same age crouched down to see if he was okay. Sally recognized them immediately.

"Max, Rea, what are you doing here?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Max replied sarcastically as he tried to get up.

"What happened to your leg?" Sally exclaimed, horrified to see it in a cast and wrapped in bandages.

"An accident. It's not important," Max said, trying to downplay it.

"It was in the dungeon, right? I told you that job is too dangerous. You should have listened to me and become a guard. At least there, you wouldn't be putting your life at risk," she reproached.

It wasn't the first time they had had this discussion, and both knew they wouldn't convince the other. That didn't mean they were going to stop trying.

"I'm glad to see you." It was at that moment that Rea approached Sally and hugged her tightly, interrupting the argument.

"I'm glad to see you too, Rea."

"Cough" "And you too, Max."

"What are you doing here?" she asked again after finishing the hug, this time expecting to get an answer.

"The question is, what are you doing here?" Max replied accusingly.

"What do you mean?" "Manny didn't call," Rea replied. "He told us you got sick."

Sally looked down the hallway, only to find Manny's figure, semi-hidden behind a corner. When Manny saw that he had been spotted, he was startled and ran away.

"HEY!!! COME BACK HERE!!!" Sally shouted. It was too late. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of his footsteps sneaking away.

"Don't blame the kid. He just cares about you. Why didn't you tell us anything?"

Sally looked down. It was always the same. She had never been able to win an argument against Rea; her tone made people feel guilty.

"I didn't want to worry you," Sally replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, a warm feeling enveloped her, and before she could realize it, Max and Rea had wrapped her in a hug.

"Don't be silly. We're your friends. Friends support each other. Would you leave us behind if we were a burden? Let us help you."

Sally deflated. Since they met, she had never been able to win an argument against Rea. The moment you tried to argue with her, she drowned you in guilt, and you ended up doing what she said.

(This time won't be the same. It's enough that they help occasionally. I can't let them take care of the children.)

"Ah! Let me go!" Just when she was about to protest and tell them to leave, Max grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.

"No. You need to rest," Max said as he carried her to bed, dragging his foot on the floor.

"I'm fine. Let me go. I need to prepare dinner."

Her shouts were ignored as Max placed her on the bed, and Rea looked at her with a smile.

It was clear they weren't going to leave her alone.