Chapter 129 : Just show The Results (3)
Thud!
Belinda swiftly pushed Rosalynâs shoulders and pinned her down hard onto the bed.
âWhat are you doing?!â
Rosalyn screamed, struggling to free herself. Wendy then grabbed her legs and held them down firmly.
âLet go! I said, let go!â
Rosalyn flailed on the bed, but she couldnât break free from the strength of the two.
âButler! What are you doing?! Call the soldiers! Have them arrest these bastards! What are all of you doing?!â
Rosalyn screamed, her voice echoing throughout the mansion.
The butler, looking troubled, averted his gaze.
He thought this forced treatment was excessive, but since it was an order from the Marquis of Branford, he couldnât refuse it.
âIf this fails, there will be bloodshed.â
If the treatment failed, it wouldnât just be Ghislain and his companions who would face consequences.
The soldiers and servants who ignored the order wouldnât be safe either.
The butler regretted recommending Ghislain to the Marquis. He had never imagined things would become such a mess.
As her struggling and shouting proved futile, Rosalyn soon lost her strength.
While she ground her teeth and panted heavily, Ghislain leisurely entered the room.
âThis isnât like capturing a wild beast... It wouldâve been easier if youâd just agreed to the treatment.â
Rosalyn glared at Ghislain with eyes full of murderous intent and shouted.
âYou! Do you think youâll get away with this? Do you even know who I am?!â
âWell... Iâm here to treat you, so of course I know who the patient is.â
âIâll kill you!â
âIf I canât treat you, Iâm dead anyway.â
âYou... you crazy bastard...â
Rosalyn was so flabbergasted that she couldnât even curse properly.
She had never encountered anyone who was so impossible to reason with.
âFirst, letâs check your condition. Hey, brighten up the room a bit.â
As soon as Ghislain spoke, the servants poured into the room, drawing back the curtains and lighting up the room from all directions.
The brighter the room became, the more her eyes, hidden beneath the mask, began to tremble.
âWh-what are you trying to do...?â
âIâm going to check your face. Letâs take off the mask, shall we?â
âD-donât...!â
As Ghislain approached, Rosalyn began to struggle again.
âThe sunlight is coming in! I canât take off the mask right now!â
But despite her resistance, Ghislain spoke firmly, unmoved.
âEven if youâre embarrassed, thereâs no other choice. To treat you, the mask has to come off.â
âI donât need it!â
âYes, yes, thatâs right. You donât need things like masks. Iâll make sure youâll never have to wear something so hideous again. You must trust me completely. Blessings come to those who believe.â
Ghislain, while spouting nonsense, removed the mask, then frowned as he saw the exposed face.
Rosalynâs face was red, as if scalded, with the skin peeling off.
He had heard that her condition had worsened during treatment, but he hadnât expected it to be this severe.
Others around him were also startled, covering their mouths in shock.
âAaah!â
Rosalyn screamed and thrashed as sunlight streamed in through the window.
In that brief moment, her skin condition had deteriorated even further than before.
Ghislain quickly shielded Rosalyn with his body and shouted at the servants.
âClose the curtains, now!â
Even after the curtains were drawn, Rosalyn took a long time to calm down, her eyes welling with tears.
âD-damn bastard...â
She could only manage a curse. How could someone who claimed to be there to treat her make her condition worse?
Seeing the murderous glare in Rosalynâs eyes, Ghislain scratched his head and slightly turned his head away.
âThis is worse than I thought, huh?â
Not preventing the servants from opening the curtains was certainly a mistake on his part.
But the records he had seen in his past life hadnât mentioned the condition being this severe.
Still, the disease itself hadnât changed, so the treatment he had planned should work.
Rosalynâs symptoms were due to the blockage of mana flow caused by cold energy.
Therefore, the treatment was simple. All he had to do was melt that energy using mana to clear the blockage.
âI donât know why that energy is there, though.â
Before people could start probing too deeply, Ghislain hurried to conclude his explanation.
âSo, once that energy is removed...â
At that moment, Rosalyn scoffed, mocking Ghislain.
âI already have plenty of heat in my body, you quack.â
The butler interjected to add a remark.
âThatâs true. The young ladyâs body is always hot, and sheâs sensitive to heat.â
Everyone turned to Ghislain, their eyes now full of doubt.
Sweat began to bead on Ghislainâs forehead.
Right, if her body is cold, why would she have a fever?
âHaha, young lady, you must be confused. You were surprised because your body is cold but feels hot.â
âYouâre the one whoâs confused.â
Ghislain responded brazenly, without even blinking.
âBecause the inside of your body is too cold, the heat escapes outward. The heat accumulating on your skin, combined with the sunlight, makes it unbearable.â
He cobbled together everything he knew, packaging it in a way that sounded plausible.
Everyone nodded, looking as if it made sense.
âD-did it work?â
Even Rosalyn, who had been silent, seemed to have accepted his explanation.
âPhew... being a doctor isnât something just anyone can do.â
Feeling relieved, Ghislain was about to resume the treatment.
Then, Claude, who had been quiet until now, spoke up.
âThen why does she have this condition?â
âOh, come on, not this guy...â
I donât know. I really donât. How should I know why she has this? Just let me treat her and be done with it!
...was what he wanted to snap back, but too many people were watching.
Smiling gently, Ghislain placed a hand on Claudeâs shoulder.
âOur Chief Overseer is quite curious, huh? So, why does this happen, you ask...?â
âOw! My lord, that hurts! My shoulder is going to pop out! Be gentle!â
â...Itâs just something she was born with.â
When he said it was congenital, everyoneâs expressions turned skeptical. But they had no rebuttal.
âIf I say itâs something she was born with, what can they do?â
With that single statement, Ghislain silenced everyone.
âThereâs no time, so letâs leave the explanations at that. No more questions.â
Reluctantly, everyone stepped back, licking their lips.
âFinally, now we can begin.â
He had managed to start the treatment, but that wasnât the end of it.
If he were just leaving it as is, maybe it would be fine, but treating it in its current, worsened state was extremely risky.
On top of that, Rosalynâs complete lack of trust in him was a problem.
This treatment was going to be excruciatingly painful, even if she was mentally prepared for it.
It would be a pain so severe, one might think death would be preferable. If she couldnât endure it, she could really die.
âShe managed to get through it in her past life somehow... but Iâm not sure about now. Back then, she probably endured it fueled by the constant anger from all the contempt she faced.â
Ironically, the one who discovered this treatment method in her past life was none other than Rosalyn herself.
After her arranged marriage, she lived in hiding, never showing her face in public.
As the daughter of a powerful family, she wasnât openly mistreated, but there was no way she could have been oblivious to the contemptuous looks directed at her from all sides.
Going through such humiliation inevitably hardened her over time.
With her sharp mind and strong determination, she eventually managed to discover a treatment method.
âBut by then, it was far too late.â
Though she managed to cure the disease, the treatment at the time was only a partial success.
The blockage in her mana flow had left her body irreparably damaged.
Even after she cured the disease, she couldnât step outside and lingered in illness, eventually passing away a few years later.
So, no matter how painful it might be, she would have to endure it.
âPlease, just hold on. If this fails, itâs not just the young lady who will die.â
Failure was not an option. If he failed, Rosalyn would die, and he would find himself in a very difficult situation as well.