Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 281: Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty

The doctor turned back to his brown leather bag. He opened the brass buckles. He reached deep inside and brought out a very small, thick glass vial. The vial was sealed tightly with a small cork. Inside the clear glass, there was a thick, glowing, dark blue liquid.

The doctor held the vial up into the yellow light of the oil lamp.

"This is a concentrated, cooling herbal medicine," Dr. Aris explained, showing the vial to Damon. "It is made from rare ice-mint and soothing roots. It will not cure the hallucination, but it will drastically cool her blood down from the inside. It will give her body the boost of energy it needs to destroy the poison much faster."

Damon stepped forward. He reached out his large right hand.

Dr. Aris carefully placed the small glass vial into Damon’s palm.

"She’ll have it this night," Dr. Aris instructed clearly, giving the exact medical directions. "Just pour a little bit of the liquid into her mouth. Half of the vial is enough for tonight. Give her the other half tomorrow morning. By noon tomorrow, her fever will break, and she will be fine."

Damon closed his fingers securely around the small glass vial.

"Thank you so much, doctor," He said softly. His voice was filled with honest appreciation. "You have done a great service for my family today."

Just as the doctor smiled and bowed his head to accept the thanks, a sudden loud sound shook the entire mansion.

BOOM!

A rolling crash of thunder rumbled violently in the dark sky outside. The loud noise vibrated right through the thick stone walls of the bedroom. The large glass windows rattled slightly in their wooden frames.

In a matter of mere seconds, the sky opened up.

A heavy downpour of rain began to fall. The rain lashed violently against the glass windows, making a loud, continuous drumming sound. The gentle evening had turned into a fierce storm.

Damon turned his head and looked at the dark windows covered in pouring rain.

He looked back at the older doctor. Damon knew the dark dirt roads leading back to the capital city would be flooded and covered in mud. It was not safe for an old man to travel in a small carriage right now.

Damon spoke. His voice was polite and very hospitable.

"The storm is too heavy to travel in," Damon said firmly. "I will have someone prepare a warm guest room for you, doctor. You must stay here for the night."

Dr. Aris looked at the dark window. He listened to the violent rain. He was very grateful for the General’s generous offer.

The doctor nodded his head happily.

"Thank you, my lord," Dr. Aris replied, bowing respectfully. "I will gladly accept your hospitality."

Damon reached out to the table beside the bed. He picked up a bell and rang the bell twice.

Ring. Ring.

The clear sound echoed into the hallway. Less than a minute later, the door pushed open. Mr. Murry hurried into the room.

"Yes, My Lord?" Murry asked, bowing his head.

Damon looked at the doctor.

"Prepare a warm guest room in the east wing," Damon ordered smoothly. "See to it that the doctor is well taken care of. Provide him with hot food, dry clothes, and a good fire."

Murry nodded his gray head rapidly. "Right away, my lord."

Murry turned to Dr. Aris and gestured politely toward the open door.

"This way please, doctor," Murry said warmly.

Dr. Aris picked up his brown leather bag. He bowed to the General one last time and followed the old housekeeper out of the master bedroom. They pulled the door shut behind them with a soft click.

Damon was finally left alone in the quiet room with his sleeping wife.

The sound of the heavy rain hitting the glass windows created a very peaceful, isolating atmosphere. It felt like they were the only two people left in the entire world.

Damon walked over to the side of the large bed. He stood next to Camilla’s pillow. He looked down at the small glass vial of dark blue liquid in his hand.

He pulled the small cork out of the vial. The medicine smelled very strong, enveloping the room with with a minty herbal smell.

Damon slowly sat down on the edge of the soft mattress close to her.

He reached out his hand. Carefully, very gently, he slid his hand under the back of Camilla’s neck. He supported her head, lifting her slightly off the pillow so she would not choke on the liquid.

Camilla groaned softly in her sleep. Her head lolled slightly against his arm. Her skin was still burning with fever.

"It’s okay," Damon whispered softly. His voice was a quiet, comforting rumble. "This will help you feel better."

Damon brought the small glass vial to her lips. He tilted the vial very carefully.

He poured a small, steady stream of the liquid directly into her mouth. He watched closely, making sure he only gave her exactly half of the medicine, just as the doctor had instructed.

He pulled the vial away, kept his hand supporting her head, gently rubbing her throat with his thumb to encourage her to swallow.

Camilla swallowed the sweet, cooling liquid smoothly. It slid easily down her throat.

Damon gently lowered her head back down onto the pillow. He pulled his hand away and put the small cork back into the glass vial. He placed the half-empty vial safely onto the table for the next morning.

He looked down at her body. The thick wool blankets had slipped down again as she moved.

Damon reached out and adjusted the blanket carefully. He pulled the warm wool up to her chest, tucking it securely around her bare shoulders, keeping her warm from the cold of the rain.

Then, Damon turned his attention back to the bowl of cold water on the table.

He was not going to sleep. He never intended to leave her side. She had cared for him when he was injured and now it is his turn to do the same.

He picked up the towel, drenching the cloth into the water, pulling it out and using his hands to wring the fabric tightly, squeezing out all the excess water.

Damon leaned forward. He placed the freezing, damp towel very gently across her hot, sweating forehead.

He continued this quiet, rhythmic process. Every few minutes, when the towel became warm from her fever, he would take it off, dip it back into the cold water, wring it out, and place it back on her skin. He worked tirelessly, focused on helping the drug to bring her body temperature down.

About thirty minutes slowly passed in the quiet, rain-filled night.

Damon noticed that Camilla’s breathing was becoming much slower and much more steady. Her chest rose and fell in a calm, peaceful rhythm. The bright, angry red flush on her cheeks was finally beginning to fade. The medicine was working perfectly. She was no longer shivering violently in pain.

Damon let out a long, deep sigh of relief. He leaned his back against the bedpost, watching her sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, a loud knock came on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Damon turned his head. "Enter," He spoke quietly.

The door pushed open.

Kade walked into the bedroom. The aide looked terrible. He was soaked from head to toe. Cold rainwater dripped continuously from his hair, ran down his face, and fell from his armor. Small puddles of water quickly formed on the floor around his boots.

Kade had been out in the violent storm, finishing the General’s strict orders regarding the warehouse and the prisoners.

Kade stood near the door. He bowed his head deeply to his commander.

"My lord," Kade reported, his voice slightly out of breath from rushing through the heavy rain on his horse.

Kade stood up straight. He looked at Damon with a serious expression.

"Everything has been taken care of," Kade announced clearly.

He was letting the General know that the three thugs from the warehouse, and Lady Isabel, had all been securely handed over to the capital city guards. They were locked away in cold, dark iron cells, waiting to face the harsh, justice of the royal courts for their crime of abduction and attempted murder.

Damon listened to Kade’s report. He nodded his head slowly. The immediate physical threats against his wife had been neutralized.

"Good," Damon replied softly.

He looked down at Camilla one last time. He touched her cheek gently with the back of his fingers.

Damon stood up slowly from the edge of the mattress. He turned to his aide.

"Come to the study with me," Damon commanded smoothly. His voice returned to its normal, cold, authoritative tone.

Damon walked across the bedroom, his boots making quiet thuds. He stepped out into the stone hallway. Kade quickly turned around and followed his master, leaving the sleeping Lady in peace.

They walked down the dark, candlelit corridors. The sound of the violent rain hitting the stone walls of the mansion was very loud.

Damon pushed the doors of his study open. He walked inside. The study was dark, but a warm fire burned cheerfully in the stone fireplace, fighting off the chill of the storm.

Damon walked over to his desk. He stood behind it, looking out the dark glass window at the pouring rain.

Kade walked into the study. He stood near the center of the room. Water continued to drip from his armor onto the expensive rug.

Because they were alone in the study, and because Kade had proven his loyalty tonight, Kade felt he could speak openly with his commander.

Kade cleared his throat softly.

Ahem.

"My Lord," Kade spoke freely, his eyes looking very troubled and curious.

Kade thought about the crazy, dramatic scene that had happened right inside the abandoned warehouse before they left. He remembered Isabel screaming like a madwoman.

"About Lady Isabel’s confession," Kade asked carefully, choosing his words. "Before you drove away in the carriage, she screamed about a secret. She said the Lady betrayed you. She said the Lady didn’t commit suicide by jumping into the well just because you gave her the divorce papers."

Kade looked at Damon’s broad back. Kade was a soldier who relied on facts. Hearing that the Lady had betrayed his commander was a piece of information worth looking into.

"Do you want me to look into it, My Lord?" Kade offered respectfully. "Do you want me to investigate her past and find out if Isabel was telling the truth about the betrayal and the suicide attempt?"

Damon stood still by the window. He listened to his aide’s worried questions but he did not feel angry nor did he feel suspicious.

Damon slowly turned his body around. He looked at Kade.

A very faint, calm, and totally unbothered smile touched the corners of Damon’s lips. His dark brown eyes were filled with certainty.

Damon slowly shook his head from side to side.

"There’s no need for that, Kade," Damon replied smoothly. His deep voice was calm and confident.

"I am already aware of everything my wife did," Damon stated firmly, completely shutting down any need for an investigation.

He looked at Kade with a look of trust.

"I knew everything she did even before Isabel said a single thing," Damon finished, his voice echoing quietly in the study.

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