Chapter 82 Chapter 82 The Storm Is Coming

"Are you really going to bother him there? Well, why not? You're downright rude, so why should I expect you to be thoughtful?" Wallace's tone was maliciously haughty. I'm still holding back my temper. Ignore him, just turn and face him now.This is not Verity's suggestion but an order.I carefully placed the tray on a small table, took a breath and turned to face Wallace. "Do you hate me?" I asked him bluntly. He took a step back, not forgetting to maintain his sneer. "Hate you? As a doctor, why should I mind a daredevil who breaks in and disturbs the patient's rest?"

"There's smoke everywhere in this room, why?" smoke? This is a kind of medicinal herb used by people in the mountains. It is not often used as medicine. It has no other effect except for pain relief, but it is more often burnt for recreational use, just like we use karisi seeds in spring celebrations.Your brother loves this. So did his mother.If it's the same herb, according to her it's called Laughing Leaf. Almost the same, but the plants in the mountains are taller, the leaves look healthier, and the smoke is thicker. Verity and I talked faster than the blink of an eye, using technology to send messages as quickly as thought.Wallace was still pouting at my question. "Do you call yourself a physician?" he asked.

"No. But I understand medicinal herbs and have practical experience. One of them is that smoke is not suitable to appear in the ward." Wallace thought for a moment how to answer me. "Well, the king's pleasure is not a physician's concern." "Well, maybe I should care about this." I suggested to him and turned away, picked up the tray and pushed open the door into the king's dimly lit bedroom. The smoke is thicker here, and the smell of the whole room is really unappetizing.The fire was too hot, making the room closed and stuffy, the air stagnant and stale as if it hadn't moved for weeks, and it made my lungs feel quite heavy.The king lay motionless under a pile of feather quilts and snored, and I looked around for an empty space for the tray.The small table next to his bed was full of sundries. On the table was a censer that burned smoke. The ash floated to the top of the censer and formed a thick layer, but the fire was cold. There is also a bowl of dirty gray gruel.I put the utensils on the table on the ground, wipe the table top with my sleeve and put it on the tray.As I approached the King's bedside, I smelled a musty stench, which intensified as I bent over the King.

It's not like Shrewd at all. Verity was as unhappy as I was.He hasn't summoned me lately, and I've been too busy to see him unless he says he wants to see me. The last time I saw him one night in his living room, I remember him complaining of a headache, but this... the thought faded between us.I glanced up to see Wallace peering at us from the door with a certain expression on his face, whether to call it satisfaction or confidence, but it pissed me off.I walked two steps to the door and closed it hard. After hearing his cry of pain, I pulled out the finger caught by the door. I felt quite satisfied, and then I put an old wooden bar on the door. Haven't seen anyone use it.

I went to the tall window and pushed aside the brocade tapestry covering it, then opened the wooden shutters forcefully, letting pure sunlight and fresh cold air fill the entire room. Fitz, this is reckless. I didn't respond. I moved around the room to dump the soot from the incense burners one by one, wiped the remaining soot with my hands to eliminate the smell of smoke in the room, and then put six sticky goblets filled with stale wine. , and a whole tray of food collected, some untouched at all, others half-eaten.I piled these things by the door, and when Wallace knocked and shouted angrily, I leaned against the door and spoke through the crack. "Hush!" I told him in a sweet voice, "you'll wake the king."

Get a manservant to bring a whole kettle full of warm water, and tell Master Ji Jingfeng that the king needs new sheets.I ask Verity. I can't issue these commands.Then he pauses, don't waste time getting angry, think about it, and you'll know why. I get it, but I also know that I can no more keep Shrewd in this filthy, smelly room than I can leave him in this dungeon.I saw half a jug of water that had been standing for a long time but was still clean, so I put it on the hearth to warm it up, then dusted the ashes off the table by his bed, put tea and a tray of pastries, and ventured to sit on the king's coat. A clean pajamas and cleaning herbs were found in the closet, and it was obvious that Shevers had left them at that time, and I never thought that I would miss a valet so much.

Wallace's knock on the door died away, and I didn't want to hear it again.I put warm water smelling of herbs and a towel beside the king's bed. "King Shrewd," I said softly, and he moved a little.His eye sockets were red, and his eyelashes were glued together. He opened his eyelids and blinked his bloodshot eyes to the light. "Boy?" He squinted around the room, "Where's Wallace?" "He's gone away temporarily. I'll bring you warm water to wash your face, pastries in the kitchen, and hot tea." "I... I don't know. The window is open. Why open it? Wallace warned me that I would catch cold."

"I open the windows to let the air in, but if you don't feel right I close the windows." "I smell the sea. It's a nice day, isn't it? Listen to the seagulls, the storm is coming... No. No, close the window, boy. I'm sick, don't catch a cold .” I slowly closed the wooden shutters. "Have you been ill for a long time? There is little mention of it at court." "It's been long enough. Oh, it seems like it will never end. I'm not sick, I've been sick all the time. I've been sick and got better, but when I try to do something, I'm Sick, and worse every time. I'm so tired of being sick, boy. Really tired of being tired."

"Come on, Your Majesty. This will make you more comfortable." I dampened a towel and wiped his face lightly, and he felt better, and motioned me to step aside while he washed his hands, and wiped harder , but the pot of wash water that turned yellow really made my hair stand on end. "I'll find you a clean pair of pajamas, can I help you put them on? Or do you need me to get a footman to bring you a tub and warm water? I'll bring you clean sheets while you shower." "I, oh, I've got no strength, boy. Where's that Wallace guy? He knows I can't do it alone. Why did he leave the room?"

"Taking a warm bath will make it easier for you to fall asleep." I tried to convince him.As soon as you get close to this old man, you can smell his stench.Shrewd has always been very clean, but his current sloppy appearance pains me more than anything else. "But you'll catch a cold in the shower, Wallace said. The damp skin, the cold wind, and the sudden movement would have killed me, at least that's what he said." Shrewd really became such a restless old man. ?I could hardly believe I heard him say that. "Then maybe you'll have a hot cup of tea and some pastries. Sarah, the cook, said these are your favorites." I poured the boiled tea into the cup and saw him wagging his nose happily After smelling it, after taking a sip or two of tea, I stood up and looked at the plate of carefully arranged pastries.He asked me to taste the pastry with him, and I ate a piece, then licked the rich filling off my fingers, and realized why it was his favorite.Just as he had eaten most of the second piece, suddenly there were three heavy knocks on the door.