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“Your pulse shows signs of long–standing poisoning, the dean explained. “This toxin is sneaky, hard to catch at first, but it builds up in your lungs, draining your energy slowly. Early treatment with acupuncture and medicine can help. But if it’s ignored for too long, and the toxins reach a critical level…
In a sombre tone, the elderly man looked at Maggie with pity.
Maggie withdrew her wrist, her expression steady as she commented, “So, there’s no remedy for this poison in me.”
The old man turned to the bookshelf, grabbing a book and flipping through its pages. After a moment, he found what he was looking for and pushed the book towards Maggie.
“If I’m right, you’ve been poisoned by something called ‘Dream Venom,” the old man explained. “As it spreads, you’ll face a barrage of illusions before your final breath. Regrets, grudges, loves, and unfulfilled wishes will haunt you. Every memory will become excruciating, and the poison will unleash its full fury then.”
The dean had a serene voice, and Maggie felt her heart being at peace.
Maggie’s gaze swept over the page, revealing details about the ‘Dream Venom‘ poison. It was concocted. from a mix of deadly herbs like Aconite, Asarum, and Geranium, but the exact recipe and strength remained shrouded in mystery. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
It said that before death would claim the poison’s victim, they would turn blue in the fact, while their lips would take on a shade of golden, and their pupils would dilate. Their life would flash before their
very eyes. Hence the poison’s name.
Following a brief silence, Maggie gently flipped through the weathered pages of the ancient tome.
The book, aged and worn with several pages torn out, held a mix of detailed and vague information. It was clear that documentation on ‘Dream Venom‘ was scarce.
“The art of using this poison is rare, and its antidote hard to find,” the old man explained, his words sinking into Maggie’s thoughts. “It’s sneaky, with no smell or taste, and it doesn’t show its effects right away. By the time it’s noticed, it’s usually too late, having already spread through the body’s core, making treatment pointless.”
She fixated on the description in the ancient tome: ‘face turns blue, lips turn gold‘ – a haunting image indeed.
Meeting the old man’s gaze, she asked softly, “Will dying make me look ugly?”
The old man paused briefly, then flashed a gentle smile. “My dear, how many find their final moments pleasant?” he asked. “And with a lethal poison spreading, the symptoms are hardly going to be enjoyable.”
“I see. Thanks, Maggie said. She didn’t want to linger any longer.
“Wait a moment, miss,” the old man interjected, pausing before adding, “While I might not have the antidote, there could be others who can help.
“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” Maggie’s eyes lit up with hope, though she realised it might not be simple.
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In a resonant tone, the old man advised. “It’s worth a try. Look for Zacharias Hudson, the Miracle Healer, Wilfred Roster, the National Physician, Waylon Cricket, the Phantom Surgeon, or Flora West, the Angel of Medicine. If you can reach out to any of them, or their descendants, there might be a chance.”
Maggie wasted no time memorising the names,
The old man elaborated, “The Hudsons and the Rosters are well–known in medicine. The Hudsons stay discreet, with their descendants occasionally surfacing. Meanwhile, the Rosters hold a high status, admired by many. Mr. Roster Sr. is currently the national physician, making it tough for regular folks to seek his help”
When the Rosters were mentioned, Maggie’s mind wandered to Leslie Roster.
As far as she recalled, Leslie hailed from the Rosters, celebrated for his extraordinary medical talents. Few had the nerve to challenge them.
She needed to rule out the Rosters first. Their involvement wouldn’t stay under wraps in Swallowton. If a cure was possible, great. If not…
“Then there’s Waylon Cricket, the Phantom Surgeon,” the old man continued. “He might not specialise in medical poison, but he could have useful medical knowledge. Finding him won’t be easy though. He’s clusive, with a unique personality and no known connections.
“Flora West was known for her consultations and healing prowess, earning admiration from many,” the old man explained. “But a tragic mistake caused the death of nine family members due to conflicting medications. Since then. Flora has secluded herself in remorse, refusing to practice medicine again.
The old man offered hope. “While you’ve been poisoned for a while, you’re not at death’s door yet. With the right treatment, there’s a chance you could survive. Even if we can’t fully rid you of the poison, it might buy you another year or two.”
Expressing her gratitude, Maggie respectfully thanked the old man before departing. Despite her polite demeanour, her mood remained sombre as she left. She swiftly dialled Lucas, urging him to delve into Zacharias and Flora’s backgrounds.
Each of the four individuals, despite their considerable age gap, boasted remarkable medical skills. Notably, the Phantom Surgeon stood out for his surgical prowess. He couldn’t help her, and she knew she couldn’t seek out the Rosters either, leaving her with two options.
“What’s driving this sudden investigation?” Lucas inquired, eyeing the screen brimming with data.
“A friend’s health concerns have sparked my curiosity,” Maggie explained..
Lucas refrained from probing and remarked, “Flora’s data is sparse. The bulk is outdated, and she’s been off the radar for the last two years. Last seen in Deuceland, two years back.”
Maggie, drained from the consultation, sighed and massaged her temples. “Please forward the details to my phone.”
“Sure thing.
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As Maggie skimmed through the information, a familiar name caught her eye.
Samuel Hudson.
Maggie found herself at a loss for words, Zacharias’s son turned out to be none other than Mr. Hudson!
How did even miss this?
The Harrises held both nobility and power, and being a descendant of the Harris lineage, Timmothy had struggled with frailty since childhood. It was only natural that Master Harris wouldn’t remain passive.
It now made perfect sense why the Harrises could enlist the aid of the Hudsons.
The data indicated that Samuel, Zacharias’s youngest son, carried on his father’s legacy. He endured the loss of his wife early on and later suffered the tragic death of his son, after which he disappeared from public view.
If this account held true, Samuel should have remained close to Timmothy following these hardships.
With such a capable physician tending to him and providing guidance, it was no wonder Timmothy thrived.
Moreover, judging from Timmothy’s rapport with Mr. Hudson, it was clear they shared a strong bond.
Considering Timmothy’s temperament and Nathael’s advice, Maggie found herself grappling with at headache.
Yet, the old man’s words lingered in her mind: the poison was incurable, and they could only strive to manage it. If Samuel shared the same view, perhaps there was no alternative.
Maggie revisited the details about Flora. Most of the photos Lucas had shared dated back years, capturing her medical practice on Looming Peak in Aquapolis. Those seeking aid would trek up the
mountain, offering donations at the temple where Flora resided in exchange for treatment.
Since the tragedy, Flora seldom emerged, opting instead to wander.
Lucas mentioned it might take a while to track Flora down, promising to keep Maggie
With a nod, Maggie slipped into the driver’s seat, her thoughts swirling.
Am I gonna die?
But I can’t make my peace like this.
Will I really die?
Sure, everyone meets their end, but not like this.
Just then, Mia’s voice chimed through the phone, “Fancy a drink