Clang! The scissors in my hand fell onto the table.
Three months?
I... only have three months left...?
My eyes reddened as I fought back the tears threatening to fall. “Sergei, is there any way to cure the poison?”
Sergei gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Your Highness. When my mentor and I failed to save the poisoned patient back then, we obtained the family’s consent to extract her blood. From that, we developed the antidote formula.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn’t help but cry in gratitude for this narrow escape from death.
“Thank you, Dr. Sergei,” I said, clutching his hand sincerely. “Thank you and your mentor for never giving up on the pursuit of medicine.”
Sergei coughed lightly and pulled his hand back, glancing around as if afraid someone might see.
