Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1475

Just as the gathered royal physicians were brimming with anticipation, they quickly realized that whether they watched or not made little difference.

Sebastian held a needle between each of his fingers. In the blink of an eye, all four were inserted. It was as if they had only seen the fleeting blur of his hand, and in that instant, the procedure was already complete.

Four energy points, each spaced apart. Typically, a physician would need time to locate each one precisely before carefully inserting the needles. Even for an expert, no matter how swift, it should take at least a moment.

Yet, Sebastian had done it in the time it took to blink.

After administering the needle treatment, he handed Salvador a Tranquil Pill to ease the pain. The effect was immediate. Color returned to the king's face; he was no longer so deathly pale.

Once the needles were removed, Sebastian prescribed a treatment plan. Then, reaching into his medicine chest, he retrieved a small porcelain bottle.

"Most believe Snowdrop Pills only strengthen the heart, but they also nourish the body and support the internal organs.

"The upcoming treatment will require aggressive medication, and Snowdrop Pills will help protect His Majesty's liver and kidneys. Normally, one pill should be taken every seven days. But with supplies scarce, even my personal reserves are dwindling. For now, this will have to suffice until I can gather the ingredients to make more."

Everyone understood the rarity of Snowdrop Pills. Given the current shortage at Arcane Sanctum, this bottle was likely one of Sebastian's most prized possessions.

For Salvador, merely having the pain alleviated was already a great relief.

He opened his mouth to reward Sebastian, but before he could speak, the physician cut in, "I thank Your Majesty for granting me rest. I happen to be quite exhausted."

Salvador hesitated. Gold and silver seemed far too common a reward. Seeing that Sebastian had no further requests, the king ordered someone to escort him to his quarters for some much-needed rest.

When only Rafael remained in the hall, Salvador instructed Derek to bring the reports. Now that the pain had eased, he had the energy to tend to state affairs once more.

Rafael pulled a chair over, seating himself where Carissa had knelt earlier. Salvador studied him carefully. Since returning to the capital, Rafael had not regained any weight, remaining as lean as ever.

Carissa's words of how her husband had been too anxious to sleep or eat properly echoed in the king's mind. It seemed she had spoken the truth.

"Would you like something to eat?" Rafael asked, noting the hollowness of his brother's cheeks.

The king had grown so thin, with barely any flesh left on him.