Chapter 143: Hope For Healing
"Everyone, please leave the room! I need to thoroughly examine the patient," Rafe’s voice rang out sternly, commanding the men. "Ayden, I require your assistance."
Without hesitation, the assistant healer swiftly responded, fully aware of his role in supporting the healer. Making his way to the cupboard, he efficiently retrieved the necessary medical equipment and prepared to aid the examination.
Following Rafe’s instructions, the knights withdrew from the room, creating space for the healer and his assistant to do their vital work. Meanwhile, Noah approached Emily, gently coaxing her to follow him. Initially hesitant, the troubled young woman reluctantly agreed, allowing the knight to guide her away from the scene.
Elis bravely stepped forward, offering her assistance.
"Mr Amares, I’m Elisabeth Canton. Although I’m not a healer, I’ve been diligently administering medication to her based on the prescription provided by the healer at Gerhard’s castle. Additionally, I have all the details of her medical history. If it helps, I would like to stay and offer my support," Elis expressed, her voice filled with earnestness and determination.
Rafe’s gaze shifted towards the maid, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Though intrigued by her familiarity with his name, he knew there was no time for questions or explanations. The priority lay in attending to the patient’s needs.
"You may stay," the healer affirmed, acknowledging Elis’s assistance. A glimmer of hope lit up the maid’s face, knowing she could contribute to this critical situation.
As Rafe continued his examination, his focus shifted to the maid. Opening Clara’s eyelids and carefully inspecting her pupils, he inquired, "Aside from the prescribed medication, what else did you administer to her?"
Elis responded promptly, "I administered an extract of Arkette flower."
Rafe’s eyes widened, his realisation mirrored by Ayden, who paused in his preparation. They momentarily froze in their tracks. The room fell into a heavy silence as their focused gazes converged upon the maid, their expressions solemn and determined. Rafe’s piercing stare bore into Elis, his breath held in anticipation.
In a stern voice, the healer pressed for a resolute answer, his tone filled with urgency, "How much did you administer, and how did you prepare it?"