Novel Square
Chapter 509
Mirabella didn’t even glance at Dane’s expression as she reached out, Her fingertips rested on Owen’s wrist, feeling for his pulse. After half a minute, she drew her hand back and gave a small nod. “Although it’s a bit late, there’s still hope for recovery.”
After saying this, she stood up and turned to Nikolal, who looked shocked as if he had be stone. “Mind fetching some paper and a pen? I need to write down a prescription”
Owen, still in bed, was just as stunned. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
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In Nikolai’s ears, the words “there’s still hope” echoed repeatedly, leaving him unresponsive to the present
moment.
“Nikolai?” Mirabella raised an eyebrow and called out again.
Nikolai’s gaze flickered, and he snapped back to reality. His eyes, filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief, seemed to beg for reassurance. “You mean to say that Mr. Owen can be treated, right?”
Both Owen and Dane instinctively turned their gazes to Mirabella. Owen’s eyes were clouded with complexity. He was hesitant to harbor too much hope, while Dane was curious about the exact nature of Owen’s illness.
After a moment’s thought, Mirabella replied, “You could say that it’s treatable.”
Nikolai blinked, puzzled. What did she mean by that?
“Wasting Syndrome is genetic. Such inherent conditions, with today’s medical technology, are not something you can completely cure…” Mirabella started to explain but then quickly clarified, “However, I can ensure it won’t recur, which shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“Wasting Syndrome? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it before,” Dane interjected before Nikolai could speak. His impatience was palpable. His brows furrowed together, and his face showed a hint of skepticism as if to say, “Are you making this up?”
Mirabella shot him a glance and said flatly, “You haven’t heard of it, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
Dane, taken aback by the young woman’s retort, was about to press further but suddenly burst into laughter, “Are you looking down on our Pharmacists‘ Guild?” After a few seconds, he scoffed sarcastically and shook his head. Why was he even bringing up the Pharmacists‘ Guild? The girl probably didn’t even understand what the guild was.
“Alright, Dane, let’s save it for later,” Nikolai, knowing Dane was rather blunt, quickly interceded.
At that moment, the butler who had been waiting in the room and had gone to fetch writing materials when he heard the request, walked in with paper and pen, breaking the tense atmosphere. “Ms. Mirabella, here you are.”
Mirabella’s eyelids lifted slightly. She was impressed with the butler’s initiative. She nodded politely, took the paper and pen, and walked over to a side table to begin writing the prescription.
In no time at all, she handed the completed list to Nikolai. “Take the first concoction for three days, and once his bodily functions stabilize, he can start on the second batch of medicine. In about half a month, he should be on the mend.”
Nikolai scanned the list quickly and noted that neither prescription contained any rare or exotic herbs, but
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rather simple tonics for regulating the body. He couldn’t hide his surprise. “Just these tonics will do?” Nikolar asked, bewildered.
Mirabella nodded affirmatively. “Correct. Wasting Syndrome primarily involves a rapid decline in bodily functions. Tonic to regulating the body and nourish the spirit is the right approach.”
Nikolai stroked his beard thoughtfully and murmured, “Mirabella, are you sure we don’t need to concoct something more… complex?”
The thing was, not only had this illness baffled the entire Reeves family, but even hospital equipment had failed to detect it. It just seemed too simple to him that some boiled tonics could do the trick.