[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: The Devil’s Spawn?

Xion was about to start treating patients. Noxian was beside him, but Mister Berry was nowhere in sight. What startled Xion was the sudden arrival of Allen.

"Can I also stay here?"

The deep voice drew Xion’s gaze to Allen, whose sunset-orange eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Though confused, Xion nodded hesitantly. "Err... Sure."

So, now Xion was treating the patients, and Noxian helped him with the herbs. Meanwhile, handsome Allen remained perched on the stool.

His gaze did not falter even for a second.

Allen was the healer of nobility. That fact alone was enough to show his superior talent. And now, that very talent was observing Xion’s every move, scrutinizing each touch with heavy precision.

It was so intense that it nearly made Xion’s hand tremble several times.

Is he here to keep an eye on me or something? Xion thought while trying not to make any mistake.

A sudden commotion erupted outside the clinic, breaking through his already tense nerves. Shouts and screams echoed, growing louder with every passing second.

Xion glanced toward the street, and he could vaguely hear the loud voices calling Healer something.

Trouble already? Though he did have a hunch that sooner or later someone would come to trouble him, he hadn’t expected it so soon!

But it seemed trouble always found him.

The clinic doors slammed open, revealing a frantic group of people storming in. At their center, a young boy was carried by two men. His piercing cries echoed so loudly that Xion had to cover little Noxian’s ears.

"Help my child! Please!" one of the men pleaded desperately.

Xion took one look at their attire. They were lavish and finely tailored. Clearly, they were not here to stir trouble. Well, at the very least, not over money.

Snapping out of his momentary surprise, Xion motioned toward the empty bed. "Lay him down there. Quickly."

The young man was clutching his stomach with trembling hands. He writhed in pain as his escorts gently lowered him onto the bed.

Xion immediately approached the thin man who was curled up while holding his big pregnant-looking belly. His pale-yellow hair was stuck to his forehead, and Xion wondered if all of it was sweat or his tears.

With the help of the two males who came with the patient, he steady the crying male.

The moment he rolled his shirt heavy gasps rang in the vicinity.

"Noxian, only keep the relevant people in, and shut the door."

The crowd pressing around him grew so thick it blocked out the sunlight.

But even the shadow could not hide the huge bluish-purple gash spreading all over the stomach.

He barely touched the outer edge where the color was still light, yet the man screamed loudly. He could even see the blood-red veins spreading like spider webs.

As his hands began their examination, Xion noted the telltale signs of Compartment Syndrome- the unnatural swelling, the tenderness around the affected area, and the way the young man screamed when his stomach was even lightly touched.

Allen, now standing beside Xion, was looking at Nikolai with pity, "They say the Devil choose his targets and impregnate them. One can only survive if they give birth to his child. No one survives as devil’s child eats away his mother."