Chapter 857 The Remaining Days


    Laura''s POV:


    After leaving Rufus'' pce, I went to Ethan''s.


    The doctor already knew about the source of the poison. Additionally, thanks to Sylvia, he was able


    to develop the antidote and had administered it to Ethan.


    I sat on the edge of the bed and gently dabbed Ethan''s chapped lips with a wet cloth. He looked


    much better than before, and there was a little color in his cheeks.


    His breathing had also steadied. I guessed that he would wake up soon.


    The doctor came in with a clipboard in his hand. He nced at the people around me hesitantly.


    Knowing what he meant, I ordered everyone except the doctor to leave the room.


    "Well, how is the king? Is it anything serious?" Once we were alone in the room, I motioned the


    doctor to sit down and took the clipboard from him to read the report. There was a chart on it.


    The doctor''s expression darkened. "The health of the lycan king is getting worse and worse.


    Moreover, Alpha Leonard''s death already crippled his mental state, so the poison was thest straw


    that broke the camel''s back."


    Hearing this, I frowned anxiously. Ethan was supposed to be in his prime. He should''ve had another


    fifty or sixty years to live. However, the old wounds caused by the war had slowly eaten away at


    him. In addition, he carried the burden of running our nation, so he was very tired all the time.


    Ethan''s energy was constantly being drained every day. The pce doctors had tried their best to


    take good care of Ethan. It took them so much effort to keep him healthy, and their hard work paid


    off for a while, because Ethan didn''t have a rpse for a long time. But now, his health was


    declining exponentially thanks to the poison.


    Damn it, Noreen!


    Thinking of her, I wanted to rip that woman to shreds.


    I took a few deep breaths and then asked, "So is there any way he can get better? He was fine right


    before being poisoned."


    The doctor averted his gaze hesitantly. "I''m afraid not." "What do you mean? The empire has the


    most advanced medical technology," I said in disbelief, narrowing my eyes at him coldly.


    "Although we were able to administer the antidote, his body had already been damaged beyond


    repair. I''m afraid his days are now numbered." The doctor sighed helplessly.


    I pulled a long face and asked through gritted teeth, "How long does he have?"


    The doctor seemed to want to say something but stopped on a second thought. "At most... Five


    years or so..."


    "Five years?!"


    I felt as though all the air was knocked out of my lungs. Although Ethan did disappoint me when we


    were young, after so many years, my resentment towards him had already dissipated. I wished that


    he could live the rest of his days happily instead of suffering from a tortuous disease.


    Ethan wasn''t only the backbone of the empire, but of my life. Now this strong man was withering


    away before my very eyes.


    "It''ll depend on the treatment..." The doctor tried tofort me, as though he couldn''t bear to see


    my pained expression.


    But I wasn''t an idiot. The doctor meant that Ethan would live at most five years if the treatment


    worked. I, on the other hand, was afraid that he might not have five years at all.


    "I see. Don''t tell anyone about this, including the lycan king himself. If he asks, tell him only good


    things." I locked eyes with the doctor sternly. I knew Ethan well. Once he found out that he only had


    five years or less to live, he would definitely spend the rest of his time on government affairs. No


    matter what, the empire and his people came first.


    The doctor''s eyes widened in panic. "Of course.


    I won''t tell anyone."


    "I''m putting you in charge of his treatment. From now on, you will be his attending doctor," I ordered


    coldly.


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    "Yes, Your Majesty."


    "You can leave now. I''ll call you if anythinges up."


    I waved my hand and motioned for the doctor to leave. When he was gone, I slowly walked to the


    side of Ethan''s bed. Looking at his wrinkly, frail face, I felt my facade of toughness copsing.


    I sank on the edge of the bed, silently crying, until a trembling hand slowly wiped away my tears.