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Lysander couldn't help but remain nervous, his grip on his sword was too firm that he was already visibly exposing his fear for this girl. He watched her closely with all of his instinct, however, she wasn't anything like the oracle had prophesied. The girl also seemed scared, her knuckles were white and her knees could only keep her balanced for a while. Lysander looked closely at her body scars and marks, but nothing resembled what the old shaman had told him. Even while he was back at her world, she wasn't causing any chaos. But why? Why was she the only one who seemed to have noticed him in Trans-Taiga woods? Was this a riddle from Apollo, one that he couldn't solve?
Anyways, that didn't matter, at least not at point in time. What really mattered was that the girl was staring at him like he was a dumbass, maybe trying to figure out what he was talking about when he asked her to heal the king. Noticing her resentment, Lysander calmly dropped his sword and sighed, then behind him was a door which he opened, revealing the dying king, laying down helplessly. Lysander glared at his father and then back at the girl who had her mouth wide open as she looked at the agonizing picture.
"He's dying, you have to save him." He said.
Olivia walked towards the patient nervously, her eyes scanned the king's battered body, her gaze sharp and analytical. As a modern doctor, she accessed the injuries with a clinical precision. The monarch lay motionless, his face pale and contorted in pain. Deep lacerations marred his chest, evidence of a fierce struggle. Bruises adorned his arms and legs, indicating a violent encounter.
She turned to face Lysander, her expression grave and determined. "He's slowly dying." She declared, her voice tinged with urgency. "I need my kit bag to save him."
Lysander's skepticism was evident in his furrowed brow, he suspected that she had ulterior motives for wanting her kit bag. Doubt cloudd his judgement as he weighed the risk of granting her request. However, something in Olivia's unwavering conviction compelled him to consider her plea.
"If I don't have my kit bag," Olivia pressed on. "I can't save him!"
Reluctantly, Lysander nodded and gestured for one of his men to retrieve Olivia's bag. The soldier cast a suspicious glance at Olivia before dissappearing into the depths of the palace to search for the crucial medical supplies.
As they waited anxiously for the return of the kit bag, Olivia mind raced with thoughts of the place she was in and what she had gotten herself into, however she hoped she could go home as soon as she was done there. Minutes stretched into eternity until finally, Lysander's soldier reappeared, clutching Olivia's kit bag tightly in his hands. He handed it over reluctantly, having thoroughly inspected it's contents to ensure that no hidden dangers lurked within.
Olivia wasted no time, she unzipped the bag with practical efficiency, revealing an array of meticulously organized medical instruments and supplies. Her hands moved swiftly and deliberately as she selected what she needed: sterile gloves, sutures, antiseptics and bandages.
With her bag open, Olivia approached the king's bedside, she carefully examined his wounds, her gloved fingers tracing the jagged edges of his laceration. Her diagnosis was grim but not insurmountable.
"He has suffered internal bleeding." She explained to Lysander, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "His vital organs are compromised and time is running out."
Olivia hands moved with precision as she cleansed the wounds with antiseptic solutions, meticulously removing any debris that could lead to an infection. She skillfully sutured the deep gashes, closing them tightly to promote healing.
Lysander watched in awe as Olivia worked tirelessly to stabilize the king's condition, the room was filed with a tense silent broken only by the sound of Olivia's focused movements and the faint hum of medical equipment.
Hours passed like fleeting moments as Olivia tirelessly fought to save the king's life. She monitored his vital signs, adjusting medications and fluids as necessary. With each passing minute, hope flickered in Lysander's eyes, that to see his father live again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of color returned to the king's cheeks, his breathing steadied and his pulse grew stronger. The battle for his life had been won, thanks to Olivia's expertise and unwavering determination.
As she stepped back from the bed, Olivia wiped beads of sweat from her brow. Exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave, but a sense of accomplishment fueled her weary body.
Turning to face Lysander, she offered him a tired but triumphant smile. "He will live" she declared.
"Good!" Lysander replied in a firm tone. "Guards?"
Two of his men then walked into the room, their faces were like hard rocks. "Your Highness." They both chorused.
"Put her behind bars till further notice." Lysander ordered before the men gently ushered Olivia out of the cabin.
在第四章的结尾,这本书是虚构的.