[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: The House of Healing

Fresh fruit, steaming bread, golden-brown pastries, and a still-bubbling pot of herb tea were placed on the small wooden table. The garden’s scent drifted in through the open windows, mixing with the warm aroma of food.

There were four chairs around the table, and two of them were already occupied by Xion and Serena.

Just as Xion finished placing pancakes on the table, Noxian rushed to his seat.

"Hurry up, brother. I am starving."

Xion flicked Noxian’s forehead before sitting back. "You are always in a hurry."

It was not a lie, though. Noxian, being the one to handle most of the things related to Xion, was very busy.

Even with the help of Serena, Noxian did not want to take the risk of Xion being drugged again.

After that incident, both Serena and Noxian had become far more vigilant. Most of the village’s day-to-day affairs were now under the careful administration of people they trusted without question.

But when it came to matters that directly affected Xion—his food, his medicine, his schedule — they handled everything personally.

If Xion needed to inspect the school, Noxian went with him. If he was heading to the hospital, Noxian would already be waiting at the door, fully armed.

Yes, there were guards. But Noxian never relied on them when it came to Xion’s safety.

Xion never bothered to complain. He’d accepted their hovering presence without much trouble. Although, sometimes, he would shoot them that faintly exasperated look, the one that said, "Really? Again?"

Still, even Xion knew better than to argue. So, going and coming back from the hospital with Noxian had become a routine for him.

Serena, who was in charge of everything, poured tea into three cups. Her movements were calm, but her next words were not, "Your hair looks like a bird’s nest."

Noxian grunted as he reached for a pastry. "Is that your way of saying good morning, Aunt?"

Her white eyes narrowed slightly and the pastry from Noxian’s hand flew away.

"Brother, Aunt is bullying me again!"

If there was something that had remained the same other than Xion’s infinite fondness for Noxian, it was the purple-haired boy’s childishness.

Xion hid a smile behind his teacup. "You should apologize, then. Don’t talk to your elders like that, child."

"It’s always me apologizing to her," Noxian muttered through a mouthful of fruit. "Anyway, it’s not like she ever really forgives me."

"Ah, then..." Serena traced the rim of her cup with one sharp nail, "...I was considering giving you a new sword. But forget it."

Noxian froze mid-bite, "...Sorry, Aunt. I was being a brat."

Xion chuckled and reached for the jam. Dabbing some onto the pancake he gave it to Noxian. "We’ll head out after breakfast. I want to check on the new patient."

"The unconscious one?" Serena asked.

Xion nodded. "Still no identification. No injuries that explain his condition either. His vitals are... odd."

"How odd?" Noxian asked, brushing crumbs from his fingers.

He hadn’t been home when the man was brought in. He’d only heard that a stranger had collapsed by the riverbank and been carried to the hospital by some of the villagers.

However, Xion was already back home by that time.

The healer who was on the night shift had informed them about the patient’s body stats.

"His mana levels are higher than they should be."

"Oh," Noxian mumbled, not really caring about the stranger’s life. And once again, he and Serena were messing with each other.

Well, it was mostly Serena teasing the puffer fish Noxian.

Xion shook his head with a faint smile before rising from his seat. As much as he wanted to enjoy the quiet morning, patients waited.

"I’ll see you in the evening," he said, waving as he left the dining area.

Lying on the bed was a man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties, or at least, that’s what his weathered face suggested. The air around him shimmered with unstable mana, pulsing and twisting like a whip. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}