LOGINIsolde rubbed her temples to ease the throbbing from the swelling, then stood and walked toward the door.Though the knowledge had flooded in with violent speed, it settled into something like instinct the moment it took hold in her mind.She had the strange sense that it was not learned, but remembered....The academy had its own pharmacy in the northeast corner.The space was vast. Rows of medicine cabinets lined the walls, each fitted with tightly packed drawers labeled with drug names.The air was thick with the scent of herbal medicine, bitter, pungent, and sweet, all mingling in a concentration that refused to dissipate.Isolde stepped inside and took a deep breath.In the past, the smell would have made her sneeze. Now, it stirred a faint sense of familiarity.She began preparing the prescriptions.The first prescription was for a cold-damp joint condition. She moved to the cabinet, her gaze scanning the labels as her hand went unerringly to a drawer.'Notopterygium
When Gideon walked into the classroom, Isolde was flipping through the stack of books Caspian had given her.The door swung open, and a gust of cold air rushed in.She looked up. A man in his 60s stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark gray robe, his gray hair neatly combed. His face was lean, with high cheekbones and thin lips pressed tight. A deep vertical line cut between his brows, etched there by years of frowning.Gideon paused, his gaze sweeping over Isolde without a trace of expression. "You're Isolde?"Isolde stood. "Yes. Hello, Archon Valecion."Gideon stepped inside and took his place behind the podium. He held a booklet but did not open it. He spoke at once. "I heard you want to reach Level 5 within seven days."Isolde nodded. "The family head arranged it."He glanced at her. His eyes held no warmth, only a cold, businesslike detachment."Fine," he said. "I'll teach you at that pace. Whether you can keep up is your concern."Isolde met his gaze and nodded. "I under
Isolde walked into the classroom and set her books on the table.She tilted her head toward the apprehensive Mimi and smiled. "Mimi, do you perhaps have a misunderstanding about me? I pitied that child, but… if it were me, I wouldn't have saved him either."A pill that could bring a person back from the brink of death was likely a once-in-a-lifetime treasure, no different from a second life. To use it to save a grandnephew? One would hesitate even for a biological son.Mimi froze for a moment, then laughed."Lady Isolde, you're quite honest. It's fine to say this in front of me, but don't let others hear it. Although this is human nature, most people are unreasonable, especially when someone…" She gave a cold laugh. "Especially when someone is trying to be a saintess."Yesterday, Aurelia had produced a Regeneration Pill and saved that child in public.The child did not even have much of a connection to her. That single act pushed truth, goodness, and beauty to an extreme and won
The academy's interior was far larger than it appeared from the outside.Mimi led Isolde through several corridors and stopped before a door. A plaque on it read: Dean's Office.Inside, a young man sat at a desk. He looked no more than 28, dressed in a moon-white robe and gold-rimmed glasses. His features were refined and handsome, and he carried a composed, scholarly air.When he saw Isolde, his gaze passed over her through the lenses, gentle yet faintly scrutinizing, though not unpleasant.Mimi smiled as she introduced him. "Lady Isolde, this is the Dean of the Academy, Level 8 in medical skills. He is also your uncle, Caspian Valeciel."'Uncle…' Isolde paused, slightly taken aback.It was no wonder he seemed familiar. There was a faint resemblance to Silas in his brows and eyes. Yet their temperaments differed completely. Silas was cold and imposing, while this man was gentle and elegant.Caspian picked up a stack of books from his desk, walked over, and handed them to her. "
Isolde had looked at medical books when she was a child.When she picked a major for her college entrance exams, she skimmed a few introductory medical textbooks but put them down after just two pages. The herbal remedies, pharmacology notes, and drug interaction warnings gave her a headache. They interested her far less than coding.At first glance, the book appeared even more complex, ancient, and overwhelming.Even so, Isolde accepted it politely and opened it. As expected, it was filled with intricate pharmaceutical knowledge.Phrases such as “sweet and warm,” “energy channel tropism,” “ascending, descending, floating, and sinking,” and “sovereign, minister, assistant, and courier,” along with the “seven emotions of compatibility,” crowded the pages in dense blocks that made her head spin.What surprised her was that after a single reading, the content seemed to come alive and settle naturally in her mind.She did not simply memorize it. She understood it. The knowledge felt
Lucia seemed to read Isolde's thoughts. She spoke slowly. "It may be that way for others, but for you, it is different."She raised her withered hand and gripped Isolde's wrist. "You possess a special bloodline. You are a natural divine physician. Rather than learning medical skills, you awaken them within your soul."As she finished speaking, a sharp sting shot through Isolde's palm.She looked down and saw that, at some point, both of their palms had been cut open.Blood welled out and merged, indistinguishable from one another.She instinctively tried to pull back, but Lucia held her fast. Those withered fingers carried unexpected strength."Child, do not be afraid. Bloodline inheritance works much like a virus. It only requires the blending of blood," Lucia explained.Isolde stared at the mingled blood, an indescribable feeling stirring in her chest.'Such a miraculous inheritance has been carried out so casually? It even resembles… an HIV infection?' Another thought flashe
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"Actually… I do have something…" Isolde spoke slowly as she walked toward Bruce, step by step, her fingers resting casually on the solid arm exposed above the water.The warmth and firmness of his skin made her fingertips burn, as if touched by flame.Instinct told her to pull back, but when the c
At that moment, Isolde wished with all her heart that she truly were Bruce's wife. His cooking skills were astonishing, and he judged the portions perfectly for just the two of them. There was not a single extra bite left for Tom.Isolde hesitated, wondering if she could quickly make Tom a sandwich
After speaking, Bruce stepped forward and got into the same car as Isolde.The door shut, and the car pulled away.Inside, Tom glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Alan collapsed in the snow. Worry creased his face. "Ms. Vancrest, it's freezing out there. He really could freeze to death. Don't y







