raknovel Chapter 1610: The Imperial Physician’s Embarrassment
Chapter 1610: The Imperial Physician’s Embarrassment
Before long, all five plates were filled with different stems and leaves... Ian Shelby lined them up one by one on the table.Sometimes his brows would knit lightly, sometimes they would slowly smooth out again.
There was none of the equipment from his pharmaceutical lab here, so in truth, developing and extracting an antidote was especially difficult.
It was like a clever housewife with no rice to cook.
But Ian couldn’t stop; he had to follow the thread of his thoughts... It might not work, maybe even ten rounds of compounding wouldn’t succeed, but he had to at least take this first step.
There wasn’t much time left for his father; he couldn’t afford to waste any.
What reassured Ian was that, seemingly without him needing to say much, CEO Kingston would help him think of solutions; Ian felt there was that kind of tacit understanding between him and Justin Kingston.
They were two people who trusted each other unconditionally.
Roughly two hours later, close to midnight, the night had grown deep...
A wave of drowsiness swept over Ian; he tidied up the flowers and plants he’d just been tinkering with and walked to the window. The heavy curtains automatically drew back, revealing the glass pane.
Ian looked toward the distant palace; faintly, he could still see lights on over there.
Jocelyn lived in that palace. What was she doing? Was she asleep?
Thinking back to how stunning she’d looked tonight, Ian couldn’t help missing her a little...
The night deepened.
In a certain elegantly furnished palace, a three-hundred-square-meter master bedroom connected to the walk-in closet, the door locked from the inside, Jocelyn Morgan sat on a hanging chair, laptop in her arms.
She had already showered and was wearing a silk nightgown, her long hair falling loose. Her fingers tapped at the keyboard from time to time, then she would drift off in a daze again, sighing over and over.
She really wasn’t in the right state to write tonight.
But she couldn’t sleep either. Ian’s figure kept circling in her mind and wouldn’t leave; in the end, she closed the laptop.
They were clearly this close, yet even saying hello was a luxury! The feeling was enough to drive someone up the wall.
She took out "Basic Raban Grammar" from her bag, repeatedly practicing those harder pronunciations, and with the help of a dictionary app on her phone, she studied some specialized medical terms...
When she was immersed in studying, she managed, for a short while, to tuck Ian away in her heart.
Right now, nothing was more important than helping him find the culprit who poisoned the King. She absolutely couldn’t be the one to drop the ball; it hadn’t been easy to stay by the King’s side.
For his sake, this freelancer was working harder than she ever had in her life.
The next morning.
Under Justin Kingston’s arrangements, a Raban doctor successfully entered the royal household; Princess Catherine had sent a private jet to bring him, and Eden and Arthur greeted him at the King’s palace.
One could imagine how much importance they attached to him; everyone’s confidence in the King’s recovery rose a notch, except the royal physician, who felt he’d completely lost face.
At the same time, voices questioning the royal physician began to appear within the royal family—was his medical skill really not as legendary as rumored?
The royal physician was so mortified he wished he could crawl into a hole, and thus he was very displeased with Prince Louis.
Even if this Raban doctor definitely wouldn’t be able to cure the King, and this was just "treating a dead horse as if it were alive," Prince Louis’s move was undeniably a slap in the royal physician’s face.
Justin Kingston and Jocelyn Morgan, Catherine and Taylor, Arthur and Eden, Ian... everyone had come to the King’s palace.
The Raban doctor looked calm and professional.
The royal physician’s face had gone a bit ashen; he could only bite the bullet and, in front of everyone, hand over the King’s medical history and medication records from the past years to the Raban doctor.
After the Raban doctor took them, Ian received them into his own hands, casually flipped them open, and skimmed through, his eyes flying over the pages.
"Prince Louis." The royal physician kindly reminded him, "You should leave these materials to the new doctor to study. You might not understand them."
Ian didn’t respond; he kept flipping through.
At this moment, Jocelyn noticed everyone’s gaze falling on him and worried he might give himself away, but unexpectedly, Ian spoke up. "I might not understand the contents, but I can see your attitude toward your father’s illness."