Jerome let out two shallow coughs, and when he pulled back his white handkerchief, there were faint streaks of black blood.

"Dr. Lloyd, I understand the rules of healing and medicine. It was rude and reckless to bring you here this way. If you're upset and refuse to help, I would understand completely."

Andrew shook his head. "Saving a life is more important than pride. And Mr. Thornton, someone of your stature and reputation deserves better. I have no reason to refuse. However, the Frostblossom is no ordinary poison, as it's among the deadliest. Even if I do try, fully removing it might be impossible."

Jerome gave a weary smile. "That's alright. If you can suppress it even a little, I'll already be beyond grateful. As for what happens after… well, I'll leave it to fate."

Andrew nodded quietly. Jerome truly lived up to his reputation. He was incredibly calm even in the face of death. Men willing to face their end so openly were rare.

"Alright then, I'll give it a try. But bef