As he approached the first sick person, an older man lying in bed, Kishin hesitated. He had never been one to put much faith in religion or magic, and the idea of using a flower's nectar as medicine seemed far-fetched to him. But he knew that Father Jerad had not only believed in the healing properties of the Blessia flower, but had also succumbed to the illness himself while tending to the needs of others. Thinking back, Kishin is more afraid of the potential risks to himself than the legitimacy.
Kishin knelt beside the man and offered him the vial. "Here, this is from Father Jerad. It's a medicine made from the Blessia flowers, and it's supposed to help with your recovery."
The man took the vial and looked at it skeptically. "I don't know about this," he said. "I've never heard of anything like this before."
Kishin understood the man's doubts, but he also knew that Father Jerad had believed in this medicine with all his heart. "I know it might seem strange, but Father Jerad has faith in it. And if it can help him, it might be able to help you too."
The man nodded and drank the contents of the vial. Kishin watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they seemed clearer and more alert.
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