Mirabe didn’t even nce at Dane’s expression as she reached out, Her fingertips rested on Owen’s wrist, feeling for his pulse. After half a minute, she drew her <b>hand </b>back and gave a small nod. “Although it’s a bitte, there’s still hope for recovery.”
After saying this, she stood up and turned to Nikl, who looked <b>shocked </b>as if he had be stone. “Mind fetching some paper and a pen? I need to write down a prescription”
Owen, still in bed, was just as stunned.
turned to
In Niki’s <b>ears</b>, the words “there’s still hope” echoed repeatedly, leaving him unresponsive to the present
moment.
“Niki?” Mirabe raised an eyebrow and called out again.
Niki’s gaze flickered<b>, </b>and he snapped back to reality. His eyes, filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief, seemed to beg for reassurance. “You mean to say that Mr. Owen <b>can </b>be treated, right?”
Both Owen and Dane instinctively turned their gazes to Mirabe. Owen’s eyes were clouded withplexity. He was hesitant to harbor too much hope, while Dane was curious about the exact nature of Owen’s illness.
After a moment’s thought, Mirabe replied, “You could say that it’s treatable.”
Niki blinked, puzzled. What did she mean by that?
“Wasting Syndrome is gic. Such inherent conditions, with today’s medical technology, are not something you canpletely cure…” Mirabe started to exin but then quickly rified<b>, </b>“However, I can ensure it won’t recur, which shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“Wasting Syndrome? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it before,” Dane interjected before Niki could speak. His impatience was palpable. His brows furrowed together, and his <b>face </b>showed a hint of skepticism as if to say, “Are you making this up?”
Mirabe shot him a nce and said tly, “You haven’t heard of it, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
Dane, taken aback by the young woman’s retort, was about to press further but suddenly burst intoughter, “Are you looking down on our Pharmacists‘ Guild?” After a few seconds, he scoffed sarcastically and shook his head. Why was he even bringing up the Pharmacists‘ Guild? The girl probably didn’t even understand what the guild <b>was</b>.
“Alright, Dane, let’s save it forter,” Niki, knowing Dane was rather blunt<b>, </b>quickly interceded.
At that moment, the butler who had been waiting in the room and had gone to fetch writing materials when he heard the <b>request</b>, walked in with <b>paper </b>and pen, breaking the tense atmosphere. “Ms. Mirabe, here you <b>are</b>.”
Mirabe’s eyelids lifted slightly. She was impressed with the butler’s initiative. She nodded politely, took the paper and pen, and walked over to a side table to begin writing the prescription.
In no time at all, she handed thepleted list to Niki. “Take the first concoction for three days, and once his bodily functions stabilize, he can start on the second batch of medicine. In about half a month, he should be on the mend.”
Niki scanned the list quickly and noted that neither prescription contained any rare or exotic herbs, but
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rather simple tonics for regting the body. He couldn’t hide his surprise. “Just these tonics will do?” Nikr asked, bewildered.
Mirabe nodded affirmatively. “Correct. Wasting Syndrome primarily involves a rapid decline in bodily functions. Tonic to regting the body and nourish the spirit is the right approach.”
Niki stroked his beard thoughtfully and murmured, “Mirabe, are you sure we don’t need to concoct something more…plex?”
The thing was, not only had this illness baffled the entire Reeves family, but even hospital equipment had failed to detect it. It just seemed too simple to him that some boiled tonics could do the trick.