Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1243

And so, Sebastian, the renowned physician sought after by many, was called to the Capital Guard headquarters.

After examining Gerald, he retrieved a vial of medicine and administered it to him before performing needle treatment. Within 15 minutes, Gerald stirred and began to sweat, his fever finally breaking somewhat.

Sebastian stepped outside to speak with Carissa for a moment.

"His condition isn't great to begin with. His health is already weak, and he looks like he's gone without food or water for two days. His heart, lungs, and stomach are all in poor shape. But the biggest issue is the mental toll. That's the hardest to treat.

"Every minute he stays here is another minute of suffering. He has no will to live. It's better to send him back for treatment as soon as possible, or he might die here at the Capital Guard headquarters."

"The problem is, how do we get him out of here?" Carissa asked, frustrated. "It's already morning. And with his condition so bad, it's risky for him to go out and be exposed to the cold. He might even refuse to leave on his own."

Sebastian thought for a moment before suggesting, "Prepare a few hand warmers and wrap him up warmly. He can ride in my carriage with me, and we'll head to Arcane Sanctum first.

"Then, when I'm about to see patients, have someone from the Quinton family come to Arcane Sanctum and loudly say that Lord Gerald has collapsed and needs immediate treatment. That way, I can take the carriage and accompany him back to the house to avoid attention."

"That's a clever plan! I'll inform Lord Malcolm right away," Carissa said, then hurried off.

heard the plan, he exhaled in relief. It was

Malcolm felt deeply grateful and thanked

hat so

as Sebastian. It was crucial that no one recognize

the situation. The old man could stand, but his legs were weak. Though he could walk with assistance, reaching the carriage

was the only solution they

Gerald said it was impossible, Malcolm almost collapsed in frustration, saying, "You keep saying everything is impossible. Do you actually want the whole world to

wiped away, but his complexion remained ghostly pale, tinged with a sickly yellow. His cheeks were hollow, and the skin beneath his eyes sagged terribly.

people said-stress or grief from a tough situation could make

up. With

die here. Afterward, just wrap me in white cloth and say I went to the countryside to recover. Announce my passing six months

Malcolm heard his father's words,

that way," he chided, his voice cracking

of Malcolm calling him "Dad", Gerald slowly looked up. There was a

the best way for the Quinton

and watch you die. This... this

once more, whispering with finality, "My mind is