"Slow down, Theda. The soup is still a little hot."
Inside Theda's room, Allen fed Theda, who was lying on her bed. As usual, once he went inside, all the maids would leave, leaving Allen alone with Theda.
"It's okay; the heat isn't as painful as my body anyway."
"Please don't say that. Lord Barkaley has a lot of money; all sorts of physicians from all over have come here in turn. I'm sure you will recover."
"Allen, thank you. But I know my condition very well. White death is not something that a physician can cure."
White Death is a disease that can never be cured by all the healers and physicians in the world. The symptoms are Fever, shivering, frequent fatigue, aching bones, and weight loss. Other-worlders call it white blood cell cancer.
Looking at Allen thoughtfully, Theda advised
"There comes a time when you have to give up.
After that pandemic, you should know very well that giving hope to everyone is not necessarily good.