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Before Curtis could get a word out, Nikolai approached from the side, his voice tinged with an undercurrent of
excitement. “Showthat prescription again, will you?”
While Mirabella had been jotting down the list of ingredients, Nikolai had instinctively moved closer to peer over
her shoulder, absorbing each item she listed. Every ingredient she penned down sent a jolt of shock through him,
and by the tshe had finished, his mind was blown to smithereens. It took him a moment to cback to his
senses, and then he couldn't wait to double-check the prescription.
Wyatt glanced at Nikolai, whose mood had swung from gloomy to positively electric, and without hesitation,
Wyatt passed the prescription back to him.
Nikolai scrutinized the list of ingredients once more, and only after a thorough examination did he finally confirm
that the recipe was indeed a long-lost ancient remedy. Trembling, he handed the piece of paper back to Wyatt.
“Nikolai?” Curtis called out, noticing that Nikolai’s hands were shaking rather severely.
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Nikolai looked up at Curtis. “The prescription is sound.” He spared the technicalities, knowing they were beyond
the others.
At that, disbelief painted Curtis’ face, “Are you tellingthis can treat James?”
“It might not cure him completely, but it should stop his condition from deteriorating further.” Nikolai explained
slowly, pausing to glance at Mirabella with a hint of admiration. “The younger generation really does surpass the
older one. Mirabella’s medical knowledge might just exceed my own.”
He remembered how he had once considered taking the young girl as his apprentice and now felt quite
embarrassed.
Hearing this, Wyatt burst out, “I'll go get the ingredients right now.” He clutched the prescription and hurried
towards the exit of the villa.
Nikolai made his way over to Mirabella.
Curtis, who remained where he was, had a conflicted expression. He instinctively looked toward Mirabella,
reflecting on his earlier behavior and his prejudices against her. Before even meeting her in person, he believed
she wasn’t someone fit for polite society and even blamed her for the relapse of his master’s old ailment.
Suddenly, his cheeks felt hot with shame.
Nikolai took a seat on the sofa across from Mirabella, and noticing the extinguished Incense of Calm nearby, he
asked, puzzled, “Why can’t we burn this incense?”
Her expression was indifferent as she responded, “The incense contains musk, which only exacerbates the
turmoil in his blood and energy.” After a brief pause, she glanced at James. “Hence the coughing up of blood.”
Curtis, who had just approached, overheard this and thought about his previous attitude, his
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face reddening once again.
“I never considered that,” Nikolai admitted with a wry smile. “It's fortunate you arrived when you did, or | might
have made a grave mistake.” He had been the one to instruct the lighting of the
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incense.
“It's no trouble. The problem isn’t severe,” Mirabella replied nonchalantly, waving a hand dismissively. She then
turned to James with a raised eyebrow, “You didn’t take the medicine | gave you last time, did you?” Her
question sounded rhetorical, laced with certainty.
James coughed again, the sickly pallor of his face lending him a fragile beauty. Once he caught his breath, he
murmured, “Hmm?” The next second, he remembered the medicine she'd given him after dropping her off at the
airport.
“I forgot,” he admitted.
Mirabella’s smile held a trace of amusement, so that’s why very tshe saw him, he seemed to be getting
worse.
Uncomfortable under her gaze, James turned to Curtis and commanded, “Go to the drawer of my bedside table.
There's a ceramic jar in there.”
Curtis nodded respectfully and dashed upstairs, moving as swiftly as his legs could carry him.
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