By the time Lian arrived, Vincent was still vomiting.
There was nothing left in his stomach to bring up, yet the nausea remained relentless.
Every wave of retching seemed determined to tear him apart from the inside.
The moment Xarion saw Lian enter, he immediately grabbed him and dragged him into the bathroom.
"Hurry and take a look at Vincent."
His voice was filled with concern.
"Why is he vomiting so badly?"
Lian stepped forward.
Seeing Vincent's miserable state, he frowned slightly.
"Has he eaten anything?"
Xarion shook his head.
"Almost nothing. He's barely touched any food since this morning."
Lian reached out and took Vincent's wrist.
A stream of gentle energy flowed from his fingertips into Vincent's body.
Within moments, the symptoms eased somewhat.
The dry heaving finally stopped.
Xarion quickly brought over a glass of water and helped Vincent rinse his mouth.
"Thank you."
