Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 1120

Lilian had vanished from the bedroom and retreated into her private space.

She stood before the bookshelves in the loft, frantically tearing through volume after volume. She was desperate to find a cure for the neurotoxin, but despite the mountain of books she had already combed through, she had come up empty handed.

Beside her, the little fox scurried up and down the shelves, trying to help her locate any text that might hold a spark of hope.

Blue watched from the side, his voice low and somber. "It is no use. The detoxification methods recorded in these ancient texts are meant for toxins extracted directly from herbs or basic alchemical processes. The neurotoxin in that man was cultivated from various microorganisms, refined through endless experiments and precise data adjustments. More importantly, the toxin has already circulated through his system several times. His entire body and every organ is saturated. Do you really think standard methods will work?"

"No. I do not believe that. I refuse to believe it," Lilian said, her hands trembling as she flipped through the pages. "These texts have survived for centuries for a reason. There has to be a way to save him. I will find it."

Blue shook his head. "I have been here for a long time. If such a method existed, do you think I would not know? You have already exhausted every needle technique at your disposal. If they had worked, you would not be digging through these books. The medical knowledge you have mastered is the peak of what this space has to offer. If that failed, then it is truly over."

"Then tell me what I am supposed to do!" Lilian cried out, her voice raw with agony. "Am I just supposed to stand by and watch him die? I have saved countless lives. Why is it that when it comes to him, I am completely powerless? Tell me! What do I do?"

Blue looked at Lilian’s devastated expression, his face twisted in a look of deep internal conflict.

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