Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Ivy’s Point of View

The stench of fresh blood grew instantly as Dominic lunged forward from his chair, his hands anchoring the dying doctor’s shoulders to the rough table. Blade gripped the edge of the fluid-soaked cloth. With a single motion, Dominic uncovered the gauze, exposing the raw butchery underneath.

"Heavens," I breathed, my fingers already tracing the ragged edges of the flesh. "The doctor’s heart was directly stabbed by claws."

"Did they pierce the muscle, Ivy?" Dominic asked, he held the patient steady. "Is he too far gone?"

"Fortunately, the heart itself was not entirely pierced," I explained, my hands moving as I pulled out my clamps.

"The internal laceration shows that our guard blocked the strike in time to save his life at the border line. However, the wound is exceptionally deep—it reaches the very surface of the heart, and there is an immense amount of active bleeding. Previously, the frontier scouts only performed simple hemostasis. The moment we pulled that gauze away, the pressure dropped."

"What do you need, Ivy?" Dominic hissed through his teeth.

"Wolf, light the spirit lamps right now. Blade, bring me the boiling water." I commanded sharply, not breaking my focus for a single second.

I reached into my case, pulling out a dark, highly concentrated medicine. "I must give him a dose of this strong medicine first to entirely prevent the pain and wake his fading consciousness up. If his spirit slips into the underworld while I am inside his chest, his heart will stop completely."

I forced the herbal extract down the dying man’s throat, watching his chest convulse as a sudden, ragged gasp tore out of his lungs. His eyelids fluttered open, rolling back in agony.

"Hold him, Dominic. He cannot shift his torso." I barked, my hands diving into the open wound.

I prepared the specialized sheep intestine thread, threading it through my needles. Working in harmony with Dominic’s hands, I began to stitch the wound layer by layer, moving from the inside to the outside.

I was pressing the torn arterial walls down with my left thumb and sewing at the side with my right hand, letting my shamanic energy thread through the thread to instantly knit the cellular walls.

The process was grueling, the ticking of the clock drowned out by the wet, rhythmic puncture of the needle. But by the time my hands finally reached the outer layer of the skin, the pooling blood had slowed to a faint trickle, the active bleeding greatly reduced by the tight, multi-layered mesh of my stitches.

"He is stable for now," I panted, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I carefully applied a layer of my cooling leaf medicine over the fresh stitches and wrapped a clean, tight linen bandaging around his torso.

"A strong hemostatic and blood-generating prescription must be prescribed for immediate decoction. Boil these roots for three hours, and force him to drink it the exact second he stirs. Furthermore, prepare fever-reducing ice measures on his forehead." I instructed carefully, the shook their head.

"The physical trauma is massive, and whether he can truly survive this ordeal depends entirely on whether the hot topic—the burning wound infection—can be successfully controlled throughout the night." I added.

"I will leave my most abled guards to watch this room, Ivy," Dominic said softly, assuring me. "They will secure the courtyard. Let us return to the pack before the morning patrols notice our absence."

After leaving the guards to guard the perimeter, we quietly evacuated the hidden pharmacy and returned back to the main Silvermoon palace pack territory under the cover of the pre-dawn fog.

The ride back was entirely silent, the jolting of the carriage causing a sudden flutter in my lower abdomen. The fetus kicked forcefully against my ribs, a reminder that the twins inside my womb were growing larger and heavier by the day.

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