Her Majestic Battle Cry

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.

was the best option–no one would question Sebastian’s actions. Malcolm felt deeply grateful and thanked him over and over

Gerald had to disguise himself as Sebastian. It was crucial that no one recognize him. They also needed to find someone

went to Gerald to explain the situation. The old man could stand, but his legs were weak. Though

this was the only solution they

Malcolm almost collapsed in frustration, saying, “You keep saying everything is impossible. Do

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remained ghostly pale, tinged with a sickly yellow. His cheeks were hollow, and the skin beneath his eyes sagged terribly. His hair had almost turned completely white, making him look much older than his

said–stress or grief from a tough situation could make

With a voice devoid of energy, he muttered, “There’s no need for me to go. Let me die here. Afterward, just wrap me in white cloth and say

Malcolm heard his father’s words, he

way,” he

up. There was a

is the best

this isn’t so dire. No