“Miss Rose’s high fever can only be attributed to an excess of unnecessary blood. Isn’t she deliriously complaining of cold while her body generates heat? Draining the blood should improve these symptoms.”
Despite watching her all night, Rose’s condition showed no improvement. The renowned physician staying at the Inkheart Castle suggested bloodletting, arguing that removing the excess bad blood would help.
“Bloodletting is too risky. It’s a matter of life or death!”
Seeing the flashing blade, Rose’s mother, unable to accept this, hugged Rose. Rose weakly responded to her mother’s touch.
“I’m so cold, mother… Ah, brother…”
“Madam, Miss Rose is already in a critical condition. A quick decision is needed.”
The doctor looked at Lucion. As the knight and eldest son, he seemed to be expected to make a firm decision in such times.
Lucion weakly hugged his mother.
“Rose will come back to us. Wait outside. I’ll stay here.”
Regardless of the outcome of the procedure, Lucion was determined not to let Rose face the blade alone.
“I’m sorry, doctor. Please start the procedure.”
Lucion asked firmly, restraining his mother who was weeping and protesting.
The doctor took a deep breath and lifted the scalpel again. Since the patient’s condition was poor, he had to drain as much blood as possible. That’s when it happened.
“Are you insane? Stop this at once! What? Bloodletting? How I saved her!”
Before the sharp blade could touch Rose’s skin, the Duchess, eyes wide with shock, burst into the operating room, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“My lady, we must treat Miss Rose immediately! There’s a time for treatment! Please step aside!”
“Block it, block it, block it! Bring a mop! Lock this door!”
Bang, bang, bang. The doctor and Lucion, pushed outside, were frantically pounding on the locked door.
“My lady, please help my sister!”
“Yes, you’re right! That’s what I’m doing! I’m keeping this crazy quack from entering to help Sir Lucion’s sister!”
“My lady!”
Bloodletting, indeed.
I underestimated this damned medieval medicine. Pulling out teeth and scalding the roof of the mouth as a health practice, and when illness strikes, thinking it’s because of too much bad blood circulating in the body.
Horrified after hearing from Apple that Rose was showing no improvement and the doctor had decided to try bloodletting as a last resort, I kicked off from my spot.
Worried that my words alone might not be persuasive enough, I gathered a group of maids and immediately occupied the room.
Many sane people thought draining blood from a healthy person couldn’t be a treatment.
The problem was that ordinary people held this view, while the proponents of bloodletting were doctors. The conclusion of the best medical knowledge of the era was bloodletting, which is insane.
‘Where did they find such a quack to be the castle’s physician? Surely Lady Egret must have been bribed to bring him here.’
I cursed while defending Rose’s room. To draw blood from a child who could die from it, especially one as physically weak as she was now? That’s practically a death sentence.
“You shouldn’t do this, Lady Annette! Lady Annette!”
Bang, bang, bang. Outside, ignorant people were resenting me.
“What should we do now, my lady?”
“Thank you, really, thank you, my lady.”
A middle-aged woman by Rose’s bed thanked me.
“I’ve heard too many stories of people dying from bloodletting and didn’t want to do it at all. But he and Lucion said it was our last hope… I couldn’t stop them!”
In those times, even royals often died from bloodletting as a treatment for infectious diseases.
She sobbed, touching Rose’s forehead.
“Her fever didn’t drop all night. Her body is so hot, yet Rose said she felt cold.”
“My lady, we can’t leave Miss Rose like this.”
Stopping the foolish doctors was a temporary measure. If we couldn’t rely solely on Rose’s natural healing, then she needed to be healed.
In truth, I had no idea either. My major in my previous life wasn’t nursing.
‘Think. There must be something in a modern person’s common sense that’s better than medieval practices.’
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
