Lady Beaumont choked back a sob, clutching her injured side. "My lord, I know nothing! I arranged everything perfectly. Who could foresee what horrors awaited on the road?"
Finch checked Lucia's pulse once more and examined her skull with furrowed brows.
"I have a potent powder that will draw out the congealed blood, but it is fierce. The pain will be immense. Can you withstand it?"
It was a remedy he had crafted for hardened knights on the battlefield. It worked miracles, but the burning agony brought even the strongest men to tears.
"Do it." Lucia didn't waste a single breath on hesitation.
Finch cast her a deeply surprised look.
It finally dawned on him that injuries this severe must already be causing excruciating pain, yet her face remained entirely impassive.
Had the girl lost all sensation?
Finch applied the harsh powder and bound her head with clean linen strips.
"Your skull took a massive blow. There may still be bleeding beneath the bone. You must remain in bed for the next few days. Move slowly, and summon a healer at the first sign of illness. I will perform some needlework now to ensure your blood flows freely."
Hearing his thorough instructions, Lucia recognized his genuine medical prowess.
The powder was already taking effect. The bleeding ceased, though her wound burned as if seared by a hot iron.
"Understood."
"Does it burn?" Finch couldn't help but ask.
"It burns. But I will endure."
He inhaled sharply.
Grown men would be thrashing in agony, yet she merely sat there?
Lucia stared at the dark mist swirling on Finch's forehead and finally spoke. "You have been suffering from frequent headaches lately, haven't you?"
Finch blinked in astonishment.
Waiting by the door, Lady Beaumont instantly seized the opportunity.
"What absolute nonsense! Are you attempting to diagnose the physician now?"

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