The palace was thrown into a state of panic as a few of the royal guards rushed out to find an apothecary. It seemed as if they had forgotten about Darryl.
"Your Majesty!" An old man rushed into the Queen's room with some medicines. "Quick, take this."
The old man, Darius Watsons, was the Queen's apothecary. Everyone in the room collectively breathed out a sigh of relief when they saw him.
"Wait!" Darryl shouted before the Queen could take the medicine. "Your Majesty, you shouldn't take that medicine in your current condition. It might worsen your injuries."
Darryl had very high attainments in medical skills, and he could tell at a glance that the Queen had damaged her heart vein during the fight with Vernon's subordinates. Even though Darius's medicine could temporarily relieve the pain, it would not help with the root cause.
The Queen, Darius, and everyone else in the room turned to stare at Darryl with an odd expression on their face. Finally, the Queen asked, "How do you know that?"
"I have studied medicine before. Besides, I was there when you were fighting against Vernon's subordinates, so I'm well aware of your current condition!"
The Queen became dumbfounded at his reply. Darius and the royal guards could not stifle their roaring laughter at all.
"A convict with medical skills?" They continued to laugh.
"How dare you give something of unknown origin to the Queen? Are you trying to poison her?" Darius shouted angrily. Then he turned to the Queen and said, "Your Majesty, don't believe that man's words. We still don't know what his intentions are."
"Yes! He's a convict, after all!"
"We should lock him up!"
Once again, Darryl was left with the conundrum of whether he should laugh or cry at how events were unfolding. 'D*mn, these people sure don't trust easily."
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