Chapter 8 Treating Her Like a Savior

• Huff! Huff!
• Selene patted her chest, gasping for breath, before pointing towards the large bed behind them. "Lie down. I can treat you, but it's not going to be a quick fix. It'll probably take a year or even longer."
• Colton abruptly looked up. "Are you sure you can do it?"
• The toxins in his body weren’t hard to identify; numerous traditional medicine doctors had confirmed it, but they all said it was incurable, and he had given up on treatment, relying on strong painkillers to cope.
• Now, the painkillers were almost ineffective.
• "Huh—"
• Knowing he was wary, Selene didn’t bother explaining further. She grabbed his left hand, pulled out several silver needles, and plunged them into the pad of his middle finger.
• Dark blood flowed out, and Colton suddenly felt dizzy, swaying on his feet.
• Selene supported him and helped him sit down in the chaise lounge.
• Blood still dripped from his fingertips, which he left hanging off the side of the chaise as he leaned his head back. "Are you absolutely confident you can cure me?"
• "Sure." Selene was exceptionally confident. "The toxin in your body isn’t anything formidable. It’s just too rare for anyone to have researched it properly."
• Her knowledge came from her grandfather, a royal physician in his time, who had taught her well.
• As the pain in his heart gradually subsided, Colton, though not entirely convinced, was willing to grasp at straw. Willing to try anything that offered a glimmer of hope, even.
• His deep, cold eyes looked at her seriously. "You know I have someone in my heart. Someone I want to protect for a lifetime. Please do your best to heal me; money is no object."
• This moment was when Colton resembled a changed man, no longer issuing commands from high above.
• It was almost as if he was pleading with her, treating her like a savior.
• Indeed, given his condition, if he didn’t get treatment, making it to the end of the year would be a stretch.
• His body’s toxins were peculiar.
• When his condition was inactive, he seemed like any healthy person.
• When they flared up, however, they were excruciating. The pain was enough to make him want to destroy everything, including himself.
• Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t brought that girl home. Such deeply rooted affection is truly touching.
• Selene hesitated for a long while before responding, "As long as you cooperate, I’ll do my utmost. Tomorrow, I’ll get the herbs for you. They’re not for ingestion. It's for you to soak your body. Do so for about an hour nightly."
• "Yael."
• Colton settled down, gently closing his eyes.
• The onset of the poison was extremely draining. His body had always been strong, or he wouldn’t have lasted this long.
• "Yes, Mr. Lowell?"
• Outside, Yael hurried in, standing respectfully by the chaise lounge.
• "Bring a checkbook. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be moving here. Inform my grandma."
• Colton didn’t open his eyes—a sign that he was truly exhausted.
• It had been half a year. The fact that he could hold on for such a long time was impressive.
• Yael sighed and hurried away, returning shortly with a checkbook. "Mr. Lowell, the checkbook is ready."
• The man finally opened his eyes, took the checkbook, signed a check for a million, tore it off, and handed the rest back to Yael.
• "Come here."
• This call was clearly for Selene, and Yael gave her a knowing look.
• Selene stepped forward, and the man handed her the check. "Focus on taking care of me from now on. I won’t let you down."