Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapte 39

Ivy’s Point of View

The silence that followed my words was deafening.

I wanted only Stone to be inside, while the rest guard the doors. But I realized that there is much work to be done. So, the rest of the guards came in to assist me.

Ash stared at me with wide eyes. Stone’s grip on Dominic tightened protectively. Even Nell, who had seen much in her years of service, looked pale with shock.

"Someone tried to murder the heir," Ash said slowly. "Deliberately. Using a physician as the weapon."

"Yes."

"And they’ve been doing it for six months."

"Yes."

"Right under the Alpha’s nose."

"Yes."

The guards exchanged dark looks. I could see the anger building behind their eyes. The outrage. The protective fury that warriors felt when one of their own was threatened.

No one questioned my treatment methods after that.

The medicinal bath continued. Dominic’s body absorbed the herbs through his skin, strengthening his weakened systems from the outside while I worked from within.

I placed my hands on his temples. Closed my eyes. Sent my awareness deeper into the damaged tissue of his brain.

The clots were stubborn. Resistant. They clung to his neural pathways like parasites, feeding on the stagnant blood that had pooled there for months.

I pushed harder. Channeled more energy. Wrapped the largest clot in golden light and began to draw it out.

"Young Madam!"

Shadow’s voice cut through my concentration. I didn’t stop working.

"What is it?"

"His eyelid! I saw it move!"

Everyone’s gaze snapped to Dominic’s face. They stared intently, barely breathing, waiting for another sign.

Nothing happened.

His face remained slack. His eyes stayed closed. His expression didn’t change.

"I swear I saw it," Shadow insisted. "Just a twitch. A tiny movement."

"You might have imagined it," Stone said doubtfully.

"I didn’t imagine it!"

"Quiet." I kept my hands steady on Dominic’s temples. "Both of you. Let me work."

They fell silent immediately.

I refocused on the clot. Pulled harder. The dark mass resisted for a moment longer, then began to move.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it traveled through the damaged pathways. Following the channels I had created with my energy. Moving toward the surface.

I shifted my hands to the back of his skull. Pressed down firmly.

Black blood seeped from his scalp.

Nell gasped. The guards made sounds of alarm.

"Don’t panic." I kept my voice calm even as more dark fluid emerged. "This is supposed to happen."

"But... but that’s blood..."

"Old blood. Clotted blood that’s been trapped in his brain for months." I continued guiding the extraction, letting the contaminated fluid drain away. "This is what’s been keeping him unconscious. These clots have blocked his brain’s ability to function properly."

The black blood dripped down his neck, staining the medicinal water. It was thick. Sluggish. More like tar than liquid.

"Every week, the physician pushed these deeper," I explained as I worked. "Made them worse instead of better. That’s why Dominic never improved. That’s why he kept getting closer to death."

"But now you’re removing them," Ash said slowly.

"One at a time. It’s delicate work. Too fast and I could damage his brain permanently." I pressed down again, and another small clot emerged. "But if I can clear all of these out over the next few months..."

"He’ll wake up," Shadow breathed.

"There’s a very good chance, yes."

The atmosphere in the room shifted. The fear and uncertainty that had lingered since we began was replaced by something else.

Hope.

I could see it on their faces. In their eyes. The realization that their Young Master might actually survive. Might actually recover. Might actually return to them.

"The goddess has blessed us," Stone murmured. "To have you as our future Luna..."

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