The maid was drenched in sweat, with a genuinely anxious expression, and her voice carried a hint of tears.
Yusuf Zuck's courtyard was far from the front hall but not far from Nixon Richmond's courtyard, both situated in the inner quarters.
Yusuf Zuck didn't have time to ask more and immediately ran towards Nixon Richmond's courtyard.
Since the Purple Water Drop hadn't cured Nixon Richmond's illness, it indicated that it wasn't an internal illness but an external one. Could it be some kind of rash?
Perhaps a pimple or even a thorn could be possible.
Yet, as a half-baked Divine Doctor, he had previously assured them of a cure. Now what?
He ran while pondering solutions.
But before a plan formed, he arrived at the place. Nixon Richmond wasn't in the courtyard but inside her room, and there seemed to be cries from within.
