Lysander had been in a tense session of treatment, and Zephyr had been fixated on every move Dr. Funke made. By the end, sweat beaded on Zephyr's brow, a testament to his concern.
The moment the last of the silver needles were plucked from Lysander's head, Zephyr's tension ebbed away. Coming back to the moment, he replied to Dr. Funke, "Don't worry, we'll make sure he drinks it."
"Given that the patient's in a coma, administering the meds might be tricky, but it's crucial that you find a way to get him to take them. The treatment won't work otherwise. I've used the needles to open up his meridians. The medication needs to flow through these channels to stimulate blood flow and reduce stasis," Dr. Funke reminded them again, concerned that they might take shortcuts, and the medicine might not reach Lysander's stomach.
Dr. Funke shared his medical philosophy, compelling Zephyr to take the task seriously. "We'll make sure he takes it. You needn't worry, Dr. Funke," Zephyr assured.
His eyes, cloudy with worry, swept meaningfully over Thalassa, who lowered her lashes in a faint flush of embarrassment.
Though Zephyr didn’t say it aloud, Thalassa knew what his look implied. For years, she had been the one to feed Lysander.
Since Lysander couldn't chew or even swallow properly on his own, she had resorted to mouth-to-mouth feeding.
This was no secret at the Royal Estates; it was common knowledge, and Zephyr's probing gaze confirmed that he knew about her methods.
After Dr. Funke prescribed the medicine, Zephyr took the prescription, saying, "I'll go fill this."
"I'll come with you," Thalassa offered quickly, trailing behind him.
Zephyr didn’t refuse, and as they reached the grand entrance of the Royal Estates, he abruptly stopped.
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