qFrancesca returned to William's castle and saw Robin sitting in the wheelchair weakly, telling the subordinates what to do. Enraged, Francesca scolded, “Robin, don't you know you're heavily injured? Why are you up? Don't you want to live?”
“Ms. Felch...” Robin was panting heavily. “They went out to get the medicine, but they couldn't find any. I got worried, so I got up to tell them what to do.”
“What? Those medicines are very common. Why couldn't they find any?” Francesca asked in a puzzled tone. “In fact, they can be found in any drugstore. In Zarain, those medicines can even be found online!”
“Ms. Felch, we've spent the past two days trying to buy those medicines. However, everyone said those medicines are all sold out.”
“They aren't sold out. Those sellers just don't want to sell them to us. I saw some of the shops have it, but when we asked the owners about it, they immediately put the medicines away.”
While describing what they had encountered, the subordinates were all getting anxious.
“Someone must've instructed them to not sell to us.”
“Those people just want us to die!”
The subordinates were outraged.
“Shut up!” Robin roared. “Stop being so dejected! We'll find a way.”
“Okay.” The subordinates dared not say anything further.
“You guys may leave. I'll discuss it with His Highness when he comes back,” Robin ordered.
“Yes.” The subordinates left.
After they left, Robin pressed against his wounds. At that moment, he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and he looked like he was about to die.
Francesca quickly got someone to bring Robin into the ward. After tending to his wounds and putting him on a drip, she uttered, “Rest well, okay? I'll talk to William about the medicines later.”
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