Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

 

 

“Natya, are you awake?”

 

Descending from Natya’s body, I first lifted her eyelids to check her pupils. The nobles who had been observing us with curious faces once again buzzed loudly.

 

“Is she awake?”

 

“I can’t see what happened well.”

 

“Did such a shoddy treatment actually work?”

 

“No way!”

 

Listening to the voices filled with shock, Natya slowly blinked her eyes as if still in daze.

 

“Cough…”

 

Natya’s gaze was still blurry, and her breathing seemed to be getting rough again.

 

“Zenid, give me a bottle of Solfrit.”

 

Taking the bottle from Zenid, I shook it once and then opened the lid. A white gas slowly seeped out of the open bottle. I brought the mouth of the bottle to Natya’s nostrils.

 

“Your Highness…”

 

“Slowly, take a deep breath.”

 

As Natya breathed, the gas from the bottle disappeared into her nostrils. Gradually, Natya’s breathing started to become more stable.

 

“What happened to me?”

 

Color returned to Natya’s face gradually. I breathed a sigh of relief and tossed the empty bottle into the bag.

 

“You’ll be fine now. After everything settles, we’ll examine you more thoroughly. For now, just rest.”

 

“Thank you…” Whether speaking still required effort or not, Natya, despite her curiosity, closed her mouth. I finished up and stood.

 

“Your Majesty.” The empress had been watching from a few steps away.

 

“I entrust Natya to you. I think I need to check on the infirmary.” She looked like she wanted a lot of questions to ask me, but she nodded wordlessly.

 

“…Alright.”

 

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

And with that, I began pushing through the surrounding crowd, but Julion abruptly seized my wrist, bringing me to a halt. I turned, curious about the interruption, only to find Julion with a deeply furrowed expression, looking at me intently. 

 

“Are you going like this?”

 

“How else should I go?” In response to my genuinely puzzled question, the corners of Julion’s eyes subtly rose.

 

Seeming like he was about to say something, Julion opened his mouth, closed it again, and then used his rough hand to wipe my face.

 

“Huh…….”

 

“Why are you doing this? I’m in a hurry.”

 

As I tried to pull my hand away, Julion’s grip tightened. When I winced in pain this time, he looked at me intently, then suddenly, I was pulled towards Julion, and at the same time, my foot was lifted off the ground.

 

“What!”

 

In a comfortable position, I found myself tightly embraced in Julion’s arms. I pulled away in surprise. However, Julion firmly held onto me, showing no intention of letting go.

 

“For once, I’d appreciate it if you could stay still.”

 

“But…….”

 

“Are you going to run all the way to the palace infirmary with those legs again? As the Crown Princess, you need to take care of your body.”

 

He wasn’t wrong, so I lowered my head, not knowing what to say in response.

 

‘Even so, with so many eyes on us…’ My face blushed deeply.

 

I could almost feel the nobles gossiping about me and Julion. In embarrassment, I buried my face even deeper into Julion’s chest. Then he lowered his head slightly and whispered into my ear.

 

“Isn’t this the picture you originally wanted?”

 

He was referring to the conditions we set when we made the contract.

 

To appear as a loving couple.

 

‘Even if that’s the case, this man is too good at it, isn’t he?’

 

Although it felt embarrassing to perform in front of numerous eyes, Julion seemed completely comfortable.

 

It was astonishing, yet somehow, it left me with a strange and subtle feeling.

 

“Alright, let’s quickly get out of here.” Desiring to leave this place as soon as possible, I responded in a hushed voice. Even though his face wasn’t visible, I had a feeling that Julion was smiling.

 

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“Assistant chief! We have a new survivor!”

 

“Assistant chief, there’s a…… over here too!”

 

“Where is Dr. Barmid? Barmid!”

 

“Dr. Redan, please bring some bandages!”

 

“Get out of the way, we’re transporting a patient!”

 

“Get the disinfectant, right now!”

 

“You, how is this supposed to work? I thought I told you to use the ralpet first.”

 

“Sir Knight, please help with this!”

 

The medical facility was in chaos. Right after the fire broke out, people scrambled to evacuate outside, but many couldn’t escape in time.

 

The fire spread more extensively than expected. The entire medical facility was engulfed in flames, and screams echoed. Fortunately, the knights and soldiers sent by Julion arrived in time, and rescue operations could proceed without delay.

 

“Suppression complete!”

 

“We’re done over here, Commander.”

 

“We have survivors here!”

 

The knights busily moved around, rescuing people from the charred remains of the medical facility.

 

Patients fell into two categories:

 

Those exposed to the fire, suffering from burns and respiratory distress due to inhaling smoke.

 

And the other one…….

 

“Hey, someone is hanging from a tree!”

 

Those who, when trapped in a room, jumped out of the window, resulting in fractures or injuries from the fall. Occasionally, luck was on their side, and some were found hanging from trees.

 

The assistant chief physician checked a patient being carried in on a stretcher with a broken leg.

 

“No, Rhondart. We were looking for you. Were you hanging from a tree all this time?”

 

The assistant chief clicked his tongue as he watched Rhondart groan, too weak to answer. Being caught in a tree turned out to be a stroke of luck, preventing the fire from reaching him.

 

“I have no idea what’s going on. Show me where it hurts.”

 

Rondart’s leg was twisted in a strange shape. In addition, there were cuts and scratches all over his body.

 

“We’re short-handed. Two doctors were sent to the Moromic Territory a while ago leaving us with fewer people. If even you have ended up like this, it’s a big problem.” The assistant chief grumbled as he treated Rhondart.

 

“Assistant chief! Please come over here!” However, before the treatment could be completed, another voice came from another direction, calling for him.

 

With another long sigh, the Assistant chief roughly finished the treatment and rushed over.

 

‘I might die like this!’

 

Why does the fire have to be in the Palace infirmary?

 

With most of the medical staff turned into patients, the lack of manpower was critical.

 

“Assistant chief! Come over here!” Another voice called out to the assistant chief physician, this time from the other side.

 

With an irritated shout, the assistant chief responded, “I’m treating a patient right now! If it’s not urgent, wait!”

 

“It’s urgent, assistant chief! The person has stopped breathing!”

 

“This……!” The assistant chief clenched his teeth. It was undoubtedly the first time in his life that he had been so busy treating patients. It was difficult to leave the patient in front of him, groaning and on the brink of death, unattended.

 

In the midst of this chaos, a familiar voice came from behind.

 

“I’ll go, so you focus on the patient in front of you.” Instinctively turning his head, he saw a woman with white hair.

 

“Your highness…?” Calling her by that title, the assistant chief paused.

 

Her attire didn’t look anything like the clothing worn by royalty. Although it seemed to have been a dress, it was torn, worn, and stained with blood.

 

As he puzzled over this, another voice spoke up. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

 

Shifting his gaze to the owner of the voice, the assistant chief nearly choked on his saliva.

 

“P-Prince Julion!”

 

The royalty with black hair was rolling up her sleeves, searching for something to do. The assistant chief swallowed and stuttered, pointing out areas where help was needed.

 

Following that, he distributed work to several knights who came with Julion.

 

“Here, we have an urgent case!” Rohiriel, who had revived a patient who had suddenly stopped breathing, ran to another place this time.

 

Looking at her white hair tied up high, as if it was interfering with her work, the assistant chief physician was overcome by an unknown emotion.

 

Aside from him, there was one more person watching Rohiriel work tirelessly to save patients.

 

‘Is this person really… the infamous Lady of Cassian?’

 

Her olive-green eyes captured Rohiriel’s figure with a perplexed expression from start to finish. Silently.

 

 

 

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