Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine - Chapter 08
Eventually, the chief physician’s face turned red, and with a suppressed voice, he instructed the apothecary.
“Fetch what Her Highness has requested.”
“Yes, yes!”
The apothecary hurriedly ran to the herbal room, and the chief physician exhaled a frustrated breath to the side.
“Your Highness, if your prescription turns out to be incorrect, you must be prepared. The weight of a life is never light.”
“I understand. In return, what if my prescription is correct and you are wrong?”
“I have faith in my skills, which I’ve honed over the years.”
The tone of the chief physician seemed truly confident in himself.
He confidently asserted that he had never heard of the poison I mentioned. It’s unclear where his confidence was coming from.
‘His arrogance might get him into trouble.’
Thanks to it, the path to getting what I wanted seemed smoother.
Suppressing a laugh that wanted to escape, I spoke to the chief physician.
“If it turns out that I’m wrong, I will publicly apologize to you.”
“More than that, you should apologize to the knight. He’s a strong knight, but the Saitrium will poison his body.”
The chief physician stubbornly held his position. At a glance, he truly seemed like a physician concerned about the patient.
“Alright. Then what can you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“If it’s proven that you’re wrong and I’m right, how do you plan to make up for your rudeness to me?”
The chief physician blinked rapidly for a moment.
The situation was so dire that he had momentarily forgotten that he was being disrespectful to the Crown Princess.
As I stared at the chief physician, he rolled his eyes and replied,
“…I will provide whatever you desire, Your Highness.”
“I expect so.”
The chief physician nervously bit his lower lip, as if his self-assurance was diminishing.
‘For someone who was recommended as chief physician, he’s remarkably incompetent. It’s quite strange.’
I’ll have to look into this once the case is closed.
“Your Highness, here it is!”
While I was arguing with the chief physician, Zenid brought in my medical bag.
From it, I retrieved the blood collection syringe I always use and applied specialized disinfectant to the needle.
I could hear gagging noises around me.
In the tense atmosphere, I didn’t hesitate as I swiftly inserted the needle into Ares’ arm.
“If you insert it so haphazardly…”
Someone exclaimed in surprise as I slowly pulled the piston.
The deep red blood came out with a slightly swishing sound, filling the syringe.
“Like that… this situation…”
A voice of concern echoed as the piston was pulled. The collected crimson blood inside the syringe seemed anything but clear.
After drawing the blood, I handed it over to one of the attending physicians.
“I want you to do a full examination.”
“Yes? What kind of examination are you referring to?”
“What? Don’t you even have a system for conducting blood tests?”
Even in the Imperial Palace’s infirmary, they lacked such a basic element.
I was left dumbfounded by this realization.
At that moment, one of the attending physicians in the corner hesitated and finally spoke up.
“Dr. Barmid is capable of conducting the examination.”
Barmid. It was a Yalon Kingdom-style name.
I recalled that Julion had mentioned previously that there were Yalon Kingdom-trained physicians even in the Imperial Palace’s infirmary.
“Then, entrust the examination to Dr. Barmid. Zenid, accompany him.”
“Yes, your Highness.”
To ensure that no tricks were played in the meantime, I sent Zenid along.
After the attending physician left, coincidentally, another attendant who had gone to fetch herbs arrived.
“Your Highness, I’ve brought the saitrium!”
I received the herbs and instructed the attending physician at my side.
“Grind it finely and dilute it in water.”
“Yes, yes!”
The attending physician, flustered but skillful, prepared a diluted saitrium solution.
In the meantime, I gave further instructions to the other physicians and once again lifted Ares’ eyelids.
‘His pupils are quite dilated. I’ve taken too much time.’
“Get amandam, paraffin and lutedo!”
“Yes? Oh, alright.”
The attending physicians scattered to gather the required items. Meanwhile, I poured the prepared diluted saitrium solution into Ares’ mouth.
‘I need to conduct a precise detoxification.’
Ares, being a robust knight, seemed to withstand the effects of the poison for quite a while.
He probably frequented the restroom extensively to expel the toxins.
However, his body had reached its limits now. If we didn’t treat him properly and promptly, he would undoubtedly die.
“Your highness, here are the medicinal herbs you asked for!”
The medicinal herbs I ordered were piled up in front of me.
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
The effects of the poison.
The principles and process of detoxification.
The mixing ratios.
After mentally visualizing each step, I opened my eyes.
“Phew. Let’s start with the lutedo first.”
Muttering to myself out of habit, I began combining the herbs according to the plan I had designed in my mind.
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“Your highness, urgent report!”
In haste, a servant sought out Julion.
Julion turned his shoulders, setting aside the pen he had been using.
His neck was stiff from spending the entire morning on paperwork.
“What’s the matter?”
Even when he asked, he assumed it probably wasn’t a major issue.
If it were a truly serious matter, things would be more chaotic than the servant making an urgent report.
“His Highness the Crown Princess’ escort collapsed in the palace’s infirmary!”
The servant’s next words, however, shattered Julion’s calm expression and he jumped to his feet.
“What’s going on all of a sudden…!”
“Not only that, but it’s said that Her Highness, the Crown Princess, is personally treating the fallen knight.”
“I need to go there immediately.”
Before the servant’s sentence was even finished, Julion had already donned his outerwear.
He let out a sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity as various questions tumbled through his mind.
Why was Ares, who was supposed to be so strong, collapsed on the ground? And why was Rohiriel treating him herself, in the infirmary filled with other physicians and even the chief physician?
In a hurry, Julion arrived at the infirmary and quickly found the center of the commotion.
Nearly all the physicians of the infirmary had gathered, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the place was packed with people.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”
“We greet Your Highness.”
As Julion appeared, the physicians bowed and created a path that led directly to Rohiriel.
“Ares. Why in the world…”
Ares Wolfgang, one of the few individuals Julion trusted wholeheartedly, a loyal knight and a close friend. He lay unconscious and bleeding
And the person treating him at that moment was none other than Rohiriel, his wife.
Around her, various herbs and tools were scattered, suggesting that she had even prepared the medication on the spot.
“No, your highness……!”
The chief physician, upon seeing Julion’s arrival, approached in surprise and greeted him.
However, Julion couldn’t help but notice that the chief physician’s expression was quite complicated.
It seemed like a mixture of anger, frustration, and anxiety.
“You’ve come at the right time. Her Highness has decided to treat him directly…!”
Even in the midst of this, Rohiriel remained focused on her treatment, never once raising her head.
She gave a gesture to the nearby physician, who then handed her a syringe.
Before he knew it, the syringe was filled with a translucent greenish liquid.
‘She seems really skilled.’
Julion wasn’t well-versed in medicine.
However, he could sense that Rohiriel was handling the situation with remarkable skill, more than anyone else there.
Her concentration was astonishing, even amidst the chaos.
Watching her devotion to the treatment, Julion was reminded of the incident on the day of their wedding.
‘The more I get to know her, the more amazing she is.’
In truth, Julion had heard rumors that the lady of Cassian was skilled in crafting poisons, but he had never heard of her saving lives through her abilities.
Among nobles, dabbling in medicine was not uncommon as a hobby, but it usually remained on a superficial level.
If Julion hadn’t witnessed the scene where Rohiriel saved Hemion Martin’s life, he might have intervened immediately.
However, based on what he had seen of Rohiriel that day, Julion decided to trust and wait once again.
Though it hadn’t been long, the Rohiriel he had come to know was never one to act rashly.
“Your Highness, aren’t you going to stop her?”
The chief physician spoke up once more, but Julion shook his head.
“Be quiet. Can’t you see she’s focusing on the treatment?”
Rohiriel had somehow managed to insert a large syringe into Ares’ arm.
Her movement as she pressed the plunger was remarkably natural.
With a determined yet tense expression, she swallowed audibly, the sound echoing in the tense atmosphere.
Little by little, the dark green drug was injected into Ares’ body.
“Phew…”
A small sigh escaped Rohiriel’s lips.
After withdrawing the syringe and applying pressure with a cotton swab to stop the bleeding, she finally raised her head.
“Julion?”
With widened eyes, Rohiriel slowly rose from her crouched position.
Her pure white hair cascaded over her shoulders as she moved, capturing Julion’s gaze.
“Rohiriel, what happened?”
“Ares suddenly collapsed. He’s been poisoned. I’ve administered the antidote, so he should recover soon.”
Rohiriel’s blue eyes focused on the fallen Ares.
Approaching Ares once again, she touched his forehead with her hand. Her touch carried a palpable sense of fatigue.
Julion watched in silence as Rohiriel approached Ares with caution.
“So when will he wake up?”
“Well, it depends on Ares’ physical condition. If we’re lucky, he might regain consciousness today, but if not, he might be in this state for up to a week.”
“A week?”
“Yes. But the detoxification process is definitely underway. Look, his complexion is improving.”
Indeed, Ares’ pallid face was gradually regaining its natural color.
The chief physician muttered one last time from the side.
“Even with the best antidote, if someone is truly poisoned, it’s not possible for them to wake up within a day…”
As he spoke, he looked at Ares’ face and licked his lips.
Rather than responding to the chief physician’s words, Julion used his palm to wipe Ares’ face.
“I can’t wrap my head around this. Ares suddenly poisoned. Do you know what kind of poison it is?”
Rohiriel checked Ares’ body temperature and recorded the additional herbs required for treatment before handing the list to a nearby physician.
“We’ll know the exact results soon enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“I ordered a blood test earlier. If he’s indeed poisoned, the presence of poison in his blood will undoubtedly be detected.”
“When will the results be available?”
“Once they confirm whether a poison is present or not, they’ll bring back the results right away. Now, slowly… Ah, there they are.”
Rohiriel’s gaze shifted to the end of the corridor.
A physician was rushing towards them with something in his hand.
“The… The results are out!”
