Chapter 375


    His dark eyes simmered with restrained anger, his jawline taut as he held back his body’s reaction to


    the provocation.


    He grabbed her face, thumb and forefinger forcing her mouth into a pout. His teeth gritted as he


    warned, “You better behave, or I swear, I’ll skin you alive and have you for dinner!”


    Thssa’s bright eyes widened in shock, her fear causing her to quickly retreat. She wrapped her arms


    around herself as she whimpered pitifully, “Oh, such a cruel goddess.”


    Lysander’s anger red at the misidentification. He wanted to rip her apart and punish her severely.


    However, she was under the influence of the mushroom, her reality distorted.


    He could not take any action at this point.


    Dr. Everest rushed over as quickly as he could. Understanding the situation, he immediately hooked


    Thssa up to an IV drip and offered her an unpleasant-smelling antidote to provoke vomiting.


    It was essential she expelled the undigested mushrooms from her stomach.


    Thssay on the bed, an IV drip connected to her hand. A maid held the foul-smelling antidote


    under her nose. Arge basin was strategically ced by the bedside to collect the vomit.


    Thssa was in severe difort. Her head felt heavy, her consciousness wavering between reality


    and illusion. The stench invading her nostrils was unbearable. Her already empty stomach convulsed,


    causing her to retch.


    Despite several attempts, she couldn’t vomit.


    Finding this odd, Dr. Everest sought Fitch’s insight. It turned out Thssa hadn’t eaten or drunk


    anything for two days.


    Without water in her stomach, dry heaving was of course unsessful.


    Dr. Everest immediately instructed the maid to give Thssa some water and couldn’t help but


    sympathize with her. What kind of grudge could Lysander hold to deprive her of food and water? Was


    he trying to starve her to death?


    He knew that a person could only survive without water for about three days.


    Just a few more hours without water, and she would dehydrate to death.


    In a flurry of action, the maid managed to get Thssa to drink a significant amount of water.


    After presenting the foul-smelling antidote to her again, she finally vomited out the consumed


    mushrooms.


    However, the toxins that had already been absorbed into her bloodstream persisted, keeping Thssa


    in a state of hallucination.


    Dr. Everest’s IV solution contained nutrients, but after two days and nights of starvation, nutrients alone


    weren’t sufficient.


    Dr. Everest suggested, “I’m worried the patient might develop gastric perforation from hunger. It would


    be best to get her to consume some liquid food to fill her


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    stomach.”


    Lysander ordered his servants to prepare it immediately.


    Soon, a bowl of oatmeal porridge was ready.


    At this point, Thssa was propped up against the headboard, her eyes closed, her head spinning. Her


    body felt as insubstantial as sand, like it would be swept away by the wind. She swayed, unable to


    support herself.


    A maid crouched down with the bowl, spoon in hand, attempting to feed her the porridge.


    Thssa shook her head weakly, oblivious to the need to open her mouth.


    Earlier, when they had to hydrate her, they used a syringe, squeezing the water directly into her mouth.


    But feeding her porridge presented more of a challenge.


    Despite the maid’s best efforts, she couldn’t get Thssa to eat.


    Lysander, his aura icy, stepped forward. He took the bowl from the maid. He took a spoonful of the


    porridge into his mouth.


    Then, he positioned himself to open Thssa’s mouth.