Guntur Aji approached his son. For a moment, he noticed the condition of the wound on his son's leg.
"Is your medicine not working?" the king glanced at the healer.
"I'm really sorry, Your Majesty, I don't even understand why this could happen."
"Usually, your medicinal herbs work very effectively," said the king. "But now, why just aggravate the wound on my son's leg?"
"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," the healer bowed again, even more deeply this time.
"That's what happened, Dad," Andhika said. "I suspect that someone is intent on harming me."
"Your Majesty," the healer even kneeled before the king. "I have no intention of doing such a despicable thing."
"I'm not accusing you!" Andhika said with a sour face. "You idiot!"
"I'm so sorry, I…" the healer lowered his head.
"Tell me, Healer," said Guntur Aji, "are there certain characteristics if my son was poisoned by someone?"
