Rufus' POV:
The gray wolf turned its head and scanned the room, pouncing onto Terrill all of a sudden.
Terrill was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.
"Owoo!" The gray wolf howled and patted Terrill's mouth with its paw.
It must have patted with enough strength to wake Terrill up again.
But before Terrill could even completely open his eyes, he saw the gray wolf inches away from his face and gasped in horror. His eyelids twitched two times before losing consciousness yet again.
"Owoo!"
The gray wolf then turned to me. It pawed at Terrill's mouth repeatedly.
I was able to understand what it was trying to say. I plucked out a leaf from the plant and stuffed it into my mouth, spreading a bitter taste on my tongue.
"Prince Rufus, no! We still don't know what that plant can really do!" An old doctor on the side was horrified and tried to stop me. "If something bad happens to you, what are we going to tell the lycan king?"
Ignoring him, I continued to chew the leaf and then bent down to transfer it into Sylvia's mouth carefully.
Sylvia's lips were very pale now. Because she was still unconscious, she didn't swallow it, but at least the chewed leaf managed to stay in her mouth.
"Please, Sylvia. Swallow." I softly begged, but she didn't move.
I gently poured some water into her mouth. The water eventually spilled out, but I hoped it could help her swallow the leaf a little.
By the time I had repeated this process several times, only a small root of the plant was left.
After hesitating, I decided to chew on the last of the plant and apply it on Sylvia's wound which had turned black.
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