[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: A Royal Decree

"We were pregnant at the same time. Just a month apart... and then we both lost our children." The merchant’s wife sobbed quietly as she spoke to Xion about the past.

"Then one day, when m-my husband was out doing some trading, he brought this girl home, saying h-he found her abandoned in the forest. Since then, it had been fourteen years."

Xion didn’t respond immediately. He was carefully checking the girl’s pulse.

He had already administered a fever-reducing medicine a few hours ago, but it hadn’t worked. Her body was still burning up.

Thankfully, with Mycosera Tenberis, he had a lead. That tiny pinch of violet powder could be the key to solving the immediate issue.

He had already asked the system to run a fast scan on the minuscule sample he had left. Lady Norva had nearly used every last grain of it.

Now, with the new things he’d discovered in the past few hours, he wanted to test a revised medicine on the girl.

Maybe she had too much buried in her heart, as he worked, the woman spoke again. "W-what am I supposed to do now?

Honestly, Xion felt sorry for her. First, she lost her own child. Then, unknowingly, she’d been tricked into raising the daughter of her husband’s mistress.

"I don’t know, madam," Xion said gently, the way he would talk to the worried family members of his patients.

"Nor can I tell you what you should do. It’s your decision to make. But..." he paused, then asked, "How did you feel when you first held her in your arms?"

"I was happy," the woman whispered after a long silence. She reached out and brushed the girl’s sweaty hair back. "So very happy. And now..." her voice trembled, "Even a-after knowing the truth, I can’t bear to see her like this."

The lady broke into sobs.

Xion nodded in understanding. "Give her this medicine after she eats something light. Porridge will do. No meat. No tea, no potatoes either. I’ll return in the evening to check on her again."

She already had her answer. She just needed to hear herself say it.

After giving the same instructions to Lord Varnehold, Xion left.

As promised, he didn’t treat the other patient in the shed. Now it was up to the father and the two families to decide what they wanted to do.

Then, he ordered his group to set up special tents at the edge of Faymere. These would serve as temporary residences for the influx of sick travelers.

His healers were instructed to distribute the new fever-reducing medicine and share the necessary precautions with each patient which included cleanliness, food restrictions, and limited contact.

And yet, Xion himself couldn’t return to the hospital. Not with the royal envoys standing at the gates of his home waiting for him.

He had barely managed to order everything when someone came running toward him.

"Lord Xion! Some people are waiting at your residence!"

Even without more information, both Noxian and Xion knew who it must be.

"Of course," Xion muttered, scoffing at the absurdity of it all. "They always find a way to blame demons. I bet even the devil’s confused, thinking, When did I do this?"

As if he could be bullied. He was the one doing the bully— ahem, protecting. He was protecting the kids from the bad guys.