The Physician’s Secret Remedy
Every few moments...
A painful groan escaped his lips.
His entire body trembled faintly, as though countless invisible creatures were crawling beneath his skin.
The suffering was obvious.
Yet the instant he saw Julian step into the room...
Hope appeared in his tired eyes.
His dim gaze brightened.
"Nephew Julian..."
His weak voice carried obvious relief.
"You’re finally here."
"I’ll have to trouble you with my illness today."
Julian immediately walked to the bedside with a reassuring smile.
"Uncle Dario, you’re being far too polite."
He sat beside the bed naturally.
"How are you feeling now?"
Dario let out a long, weary sigh.
"It hurts..."
"So much."
He slowly closed his eyes.
"It feels as though countless tiny insects are biting me from inside."
"The pain never truly stops."
"It’s... unbearable."
His breathing became uneven before he forced another faint smile.
Then he looked toward Julian with hopeful eyes.
"By the way..."
"Nephew Julian..."
"Where’s the famous doctor you brought?"
His tired voice carried both anticipation and uncertainty.
From Felberta, he had already learned that Julian possessed a method to cure his strange illness. Naturally, Dario had assumed that Julian had either invited an internationally renowned physician or somehow persuaded the famously stubborn senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood to personally make the trip.
Instead...
Julian simply smiled.
"It’s me."
He casually pointed at himself before saying with a light chuckle,
"I happened to learn a few remedies from my master over the years. They’re nothing extraordinary, but they’re more than enough to treat Uncle Dario’s condition."
For a brief moment, silence filled the bedroom.
Dario Ashbourne blinked in surprise.
He clearly hadn’t expected the young man standing before him to be the physician himself.
A flicker of doubt crossed his face.
Julian was simply too young.
No matter how gifted someone was, medical arts required years of experience.
Still...
Looking at his own pale hands and feeling the unbearable pain spreading through his body every waking moment, Dario slowly let out a bitter sigh.
What choice did he have now?
The finest specialists had failed.
Ancient medicine experts had come and gone.
Every expensive treatment had proven useless.
If there was even the slightest chance...
He had to seize it.
His expression gradually relaxed into a helpless smile.
"Then..."
"I’ll have to trouble you, dear nephew Julian."
Julian nodded calmly.
"Leave everything to me."
His composed confidence somehow made the room feel steadier.
Turning toward everyone gathered inside the bedroom, Julian spoke in an even tone.
"Except for the nurse, everyone else should wait outside."
No one objected.
Felberta immediately gestured toward the others.
Soon, the bedroom gradually emptied.
Zyan glanced back once before closing the door behind him.
Within moments...
Only Julian, Dario, and the nurse remained.
The room became noticeably quieter.
Even the ticking of the antique wall clock sounded unusually clear.
Julian reached into his coat pocket and slowly removed a small crystal bottle.
The container was no larger than the palm of his hand.
Inside rested a thick medicinal ointment unlike anything found in ordinary pharmacies.
Its color shifted between deep emerald and dark amber under the light, almost resembling liquid jade mixed with molten resin.
Tiny specks of golden medicinal powder floated throughout the mixture, giving it a faint shimmering appearance whenever the bottle moved.
The moment the cork was removed...
A rich herbal fragrance spread gently through the room.
The scent was layered and unusual.
At first came the refreshing aroma of crushed mountain herbs, followed by the warmth of aged medicinal roots and finally a faint, sharp bitterness that lingered in the air.
It smelled powerful rather than pleasant.
This medicine had consumed Julian nearly two full days to refine.
Strictly speaking...
Calling it an ointment wasn’t entirely accurate.
It was closer to a specially prepared medicinal toxin.
An ordinary person would never dare apply such a substance.
However...
The venom hidden within Dario’s body had already merged with his own vitality after festering for years.
To eliminate something so deeply rooted venom in Dario’s manhood...
The only practical solution was to fight poison with poison.
Using an even stronger medicinal toxin to draw out the original one.
Julian handed the crystal bottle to the nurse.
"Please apply this ointment to Uncle Dario’s affected manhood."
The nurse accepted it respectfully with both hands.
"Yes, Doctor."
She carefully prepared everything according to his instructions.
Julian turned back toward Dario with a reassuring smile.
"Uncle Dario, the medicine may sting quite a bit once it’s applied."
"The sensation won’t be pleasant."
"But please endure it for about an hour."
"After that, I’ll have someone prepare a detoxifying potion."
"Once you drink it..."
"Your illness should be completely resolved."
Hearing such confident words eased much of the anxiety in Dario’s heart.
He slowly nodded.
"I understand."
"I can handle the pain."
Julian smiled.
"Good."
He stepped closer to the bedside before slightly lowering his voice.
Leaning toward Dario’s ear, he quietly whispered several sentences that no one else could hear.
The instant those words entered his ears...
Dario’s pupils suddenly contracted.
His exhausted expression changed dramatically.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Then...
A heavy, solemn seriousness.
His face became unusually grim.
After several seconds of silence...
He slowly nodded.
"I understand."
His voice had become noticeably deeper than before.
Julian gave him a meaningful look.
Everything that needed to be said had already been said.
There was no need for further explanation.
Satisfied, he straightened up and walked toward the bedroom door.
He had absolutely no intention of remaining in the room to watch the treatment.
It wasn’t because he lacked confidence in his medicine.
Quite the opposite.
He simply had no interest whatsoever in standing there while someone applied ointment to another man’s manhood.
Julian couldn’t help laughing inwardly.
[I’ve got my own perfectly healthy manhood.]
[Why would I waste time staring at someone else’s?]
[I’d much rather spend that time talking to beautiful women.]
[Life’s too short to collect that kind of lifelong psychological trauma.]
Still smiling to himself, Julian stepped out of the room.
The bedroom door opened softly.
Outside...
The members of the Ashbourne Household had been waiting quietly all along.