Fengs face was pale and drawn. Madame Shu was knelt next to him, her hands held a fingerswidth above his chest, her eyes closed and an expression of concentration on her face.<br/><br/>"I .. I think it must be the poison." Jiao said softly. "I thought we had gotten the worst of it out before." Her own face was pale as she watched her mistress, and she looked around at the others. "Do any of you know healing arts?"