Inside the VIP ward.
Vivienne took out the pre-prepared ointment and asked Eartha, "Are you sure she hasn't eaten or drank anything since yesterday?"
"Nope," Eartha replied. "She has been very obedient. Even when she's starving, she's determined not to eat a thing."
Vivienne nodded, then turned to Isolde, her tone as gentle as she could muster. "I'm about to start applying the ointment now. You need to hang in there. If the pain gets unbearable, you can bite me."
Isolde seemed pretty nervous, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry, Vivienne, I'll hang in there."
Without saying anything more, Vivienne had Isolde undress and began applying the medicine. Starting from her face, Vivienne covered her entire body with the ointment. At first, the cool sensation of the ointment made Isolde feel quite comfortable. She gave Vivienne a sweet smile. "Vivienne, are you trying to scare me? This ointment feels so comfortable on my skin... Ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Isolde suddenly let out a scream. But as if realizing something, she quickly shut her mouth. Her body was completely covered in ointment, making it impossible to see her expression. Her body was shaking, and more and more moisture appeared on her skin, soaking the ointment.
Isolde was in so much pain she couldn't even speak. She didn't dare to scream, and could only bite on a pillow to endure it.
Eartha looked on with deep concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine... it's just... a bit painful!" Just saying that seemed to drain all her strength. She was in extreme pain, it felt like thousands of bugs were biting her. She wanted to endure it, but she was barely holding on.
Seeing her state deteriorating, Eartha quickly asked Vivienne, "Ms. Hawthorn, she's not in trouble, is she? She seems really uncomfortable, and her breathing is difficult." She was worried. If anything happened to Isolde, how would she explain it to Mr. Percival? Should she call him?
Vivienne took a look at Isolde's condition, and asked softly, "Can you hang in there?"
"Vivienne, I can't... Ah!" Isolde could no longer bear the pain. She couldn't hold on any longer. The pain had her rolling on the floor, filling the room with her screams. Luckily, this ward wasn't in the general ward area, there were no other patients, and it was soundproofed.
After checking the ointment, Vivienne said to Isolde, "Can you hang on for just one more minute?"
Eartha was about to send a message to Percival when she heard Vivienne’s words, so she put away her phone.
Isolde felt like she was about to pass out, but for some reason, hearing Vivienne's voice made her feel somewhat reassured. Even though the pain was unbearable, she gritted her teeth, trying not to make a sound.
Vivienne had asked not to let others know she was treating herself. So she couldn't attract attention because of her.
A minute later, Isolde finally stopped feeling pain, and she let out a long sigh of relief. After the pain subsided, she felt extremely comfortable, like she was soaking in warm water. She cracked a smile. "Vivienne, did I do okay?"
Her face was still covered in ointment, and when she smiled, only her white teeth were visible.
Vivienne gently patted Isolde's head, laughing heartily. "You did great! Most people can't tolerate this ointment."
She'd treated similar poisons for others before, all requiring this ointment, and even grown adults in their thirties and forties found it hard to endure. So, she often had to change treatment plans. Though various methods can detoxify, using this ointment gives the best results.
Vivienne stood up and said to Isolde, "Let's go, I'll take you to bathe."
Isolde obediently followed her into the bathroom.
Vivienne had Isolde sit in the tub, then took out the medicine she'd prepared and dripped it into the bath.
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