The palace was thrown into a state of panic as a few of the royal guards rushed out to find an apothecary. It seemed as if they had forgotten about Darryl.

"Your Majesty!" An old man rushed into the Queen's room with some medicines. "Quick, take this."

The old man, Darius Watsons, was the Queen's apothecary. Everyone in the room collectively breathed out a sigh of relief when they saw him.

"Wait!" Darryl shouted before the Queen could take the medicine. "Your Majesty, you shouldn't take that medicine in your current condition. It might worsen your injuries."

Darryl had very high attainments in medical skills, and he could tell at a glance that the Queen had damaged her heart vein during the fight with Vernon's subordinates. Even though Darius's medicine could temporarily relieve the pain, it would not help with the root cause.

The Queen, Darius, and everyone else in the room turned to stare at Darryl with an odd expression on their face. Finally, the Queen asked, "How do you k