The young man, whose clothes were worn out, shouted desperately as he fell to the ground. Mel and his group, who were passing nearby, rushed towards him. Not only his clothes but also his body was ravaged. A small puddle of blood began to form on the place he fell.
"Help!"
That was his last word. The man lost his consciousness and collapsed on the ground. Mel reached him first and managed to catch his head before it hit the hard floor. Looking closely now, he could see just how bad his condition really was, and he didn't wait for even a second to act.
"Does anyone have a healing mixture of herbs?"
Shouting in panic, the young boy could not get a response from his friends. So, he reached out to his bosom and pulled out a long thin paper. After he opened the folded paper, he began to pour the falling dust on the wounds of the bleeding man.