Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Ivy’s Point of View

I moved to the small writing desk by the window and pulled out paper and ink.

"I’ll prepare a prescription," I said. "The medicines will stabilize his condition between my visits."

Physician Harlow stepped closer, curiosity overcoming his skepticism. Edmund stood nearby, watching my every movement with desperate hope.

I dipped the brush in ink and began to write.

Moonpetal root. Three parts.

Dried silvergrass. Two parts.

Crushed amber seed. One part.

Wolfsbane extract. Half a part.

Honeyed ginger. Four parts.

I continued down the page. Each ingredient was common. Available in any decent apothecary. Nothing rare or expensive. Nothing that would draw unwanted attention.

But the combinations were anything but ordinary.

Physician Harlow leaned over my shoulder, reading as I wrote. His breath caught.

"This is... this is highly unusual." His voice was strained. "Moonpetal root and wolfsbane extract together? They’re supposed to cancel each other out. Every medical text says so."

"Every medical text is wrong."

"But the interactions—"

"Will be exactly what the professor needs." I added another line to the prescription. "Moonpetal root opens the spiritual pathways. Wolfsbane extract, in small doses, cleanses them of impurities. Together, they create a purifying effect that neither can achieve alone."

Physician Harlow shook his head in disbelief. "I’ve never heard of such a thing."

"That’s because you learned from books written by people who had forgotten the old ways." I finished the prescription and set down my brush. "These combinations are ancient. Older than the academies. Older than the kingdom itself."

I handed the paper to Edmund.

"Give this to your apothecary. Have them prepare the mixture exactly as written. Do not let them substitute any ingredients, no matter how similar they think alternatives might be."

Edmund took the prescription with trembling hands. "How often should he take it?"

"Three times daily. Morning, noon, and evening. Always with warm water, never cold." I began packing my supplies. "The medicine will ease his symptoms and slow the progression of his illness. But it cannot cure him on its own."

"What else does he need?"

"Me." I met his eyes. "I will return once a week to perform direct treatments. The spiritual damage requires hands-on healing that no medicine can provide."

"Once a week," Edmund repeated. "For how long?"

"A month. Perhaps six weeks." I slung my bag over my shoulder. "By then, he should be well enough to leave his bed. After two months, he should be fully recovered."

Edmund’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You truly believe this will work?"

"I don’t believe. I know."

He grabbed my hand suddenly. Clasped it between both of his own.

"Thank you." His voice cracked. "Whatever you want in return, I swear I’ll provide it. You have my word as the Aldwin heir."

"We’ll discuss payment when your father is well." I gently withdrew my hand. "For now, focus on following my instructions precisely."

We made our way back through the cottage. The professor had fallen into a light sleep, his breathing slightly easier than before. The fresh air from the open windows was already making a difference.

Edmund insisted on escorting us out personally.

The walk back through the estate felt shorter than before. Perhaps because I was no longer studying every detail. Perhaps because a weight had lifted from my shoulders.

I could save him. I was certain of it now.

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