Chapter 147
Not only that, he’s forcibly thrown out every single physician who came to treat him.
This was already the fifth group of physicians they had summoned, and not a single one who entered his chamber escaped unscathed, every last one was beaten bloody.
After a moment, Gale sniffled, waved her hand weakly, and said, “You may leave.”
The doctors, visibly relieved, wasted no time grabbing their medical kits and hurrying out.
“Athena at your service, Your Highness.” The voice from behind instantly brightened Gale’s weary eyes.
Gale gazed at Athena as if she were her last hope, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re finally here,” she said.
Only Athena in this world could save Ferris.
But then, a worried frown creased Gale’s brow. She sniffled, her voice thick with emotion. “Ferris refuses to take his medicine. What good is even the best miracle cure if he won’t take it?”
“Let me try,” Athena said to Gale.
Athena thought to herself, ‘Everyone wants to live, and Ferris is the crown prince with such a promising future. After just a few years of suffering, why would he even consider giving up?”
Gale gave a weary nod. Athena picked up her medical kit and stepped inside.
As soon as Athena stepped inside, chaos assaulted her eyes.
Shattered tiles and overturned furniture littered the floor.
“Get out!” A furious shout, accompanied by a muffled cough, echoed from inside. Instead of stopping, Athena walked right in.
Ferris sat slumped on the daybed, his disheveled hair falling over his face, hiding it from view.
He hunched over, the open collar of his robe revealing a chest marred with scars.
When Ferris realized the intruder wasn’t leaving but coming in instead, his fury intensified. He snarled, “Get out!”
He choked back the rest of his words.
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Seeing Athena so close, he hastily pulled his robe closed, avoiding her gaze. “Who let you in? Get lost!”
The last word was hissed through clenched teeth, laced with venom.
Athena set the medical kit down on the table, unfazed by Ferris’s furious outburst
“What are you so angry about?” Athena asked, her voice flat and emotionless. She studied Ferris with genuine confusion, then continued, “Is it really just because of those scars?”
Ferris whirled around, fixing her with bloodshot eyes. “Whether I live or die, what’s it to you?”
Yet, the next instant, his eyes flew wide with horror.
Athena slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing an arm marred by scars that twisted around it like a hideous centipede.
Burns, whip marks, too many to count.
In fact, far worse than the scars marring his own body.
Ferris’s pupils dilated in shock. He stammered, “You… how did you get hurt so badly?”
Athena let her sleeve fall and chuckled lightly. “The body is just a shell. I’m a woman, and I don’t care, but you act like your world is ending. Ferris, I truly despise you.
“You weren’t this cowardly before.”
Yet Ferris couldn’t tear his eyes away from her arm, the raw agony in his gaze threatening to swallow him whole.
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