78. Miraculous Treatment Method

“Sylph. Can you push a very, very gentle wind into that child’s nose?”

Using a cotton swab to deeply probe the inside of the nose had its limitations in extracting pus.

The problem was ultimately the lack of a suction device like in modern hospitals.

But if Sylph’s wind could move the pus in the sinuses.

‘I need to push wind into the narrow passages inside the nose. A wind gentle enough not to damage the nasal walls while simultaneously strong enough to pull out the pus accumulated in the sinuses……’

The difficulty level was dizzying just thinking about it.

‘If I needed strong power, I would ask Sylphid, but what I need now is rather a weak yet skilled force.’

If other spirit masters had seen Anette’s attempt now, they would have called her crazy. No spirit master would have ever tried to treat someone using this method.

‘I can at least try delivering a very gentle wind into the nose. If the pus in the sinuses doesn’t move, then I’ll try increasing the wind’s strength.’

Anette carefully blew Sylph’s wind at a very gentle strength into young master Emil’s nose.

It required intense concentration.

But Count Spinel, unable to see the spirits, only grew anxious at Anette’s suddenly silent demeanor.

“Why is she suddenly quiet? What’s happening to my son?”

Just as Count Spinel, in her anxiety, was about to grab Anette’s shoulder while she concentrated on the treatment—

Shh.

Someone caught her first. It wasn’t Schmidt.

“Grand Duke!”

“Trust my wife. She’s an extraordinary person.”

Squeeze.

Hah.

Under Darius’s firm grip on her shoulder, Count Spinel belatedly recalled the situation.

She had been hurling abuse at the Grand Duchess right in front of her.

‘My goodness.’

“In my panic, I failed to recognize the Grand Duchess and spoke rudely……”

“Shh. Words that disturb my wife are unnecessary right now.”

Darius’s gaze was directed solely at Anette. At his wife who was giving her best to what she could do at this moment. At his shining wife.

Anette, unaware of Darius’s arrival, remained focused on the treatment.

Delivering a very weak wind into the sinus filled with pus had been successful.

‘As expected, it’s not moving.’

But the stubborn pus coiled inside the sinus refused to move its heavy bottom with just a small wind.

‘More precisely. I need to make the wind smaller and stronger to have a chance.’

To generate enough force like the machine in hospitals called suction that sucks nasal mucus, there was an inevitable risk of damaging the flesh or bones inside the nose.

So the wind’s range needed to be narrower to only touch the pus inside the sinus, while simultaneously becoming stronger.

Anette forgot everything else and concentrated solely on that one point.

‘What I want is a storm passing through the eye of a needle.’

Anette moved Sylph. A little stronger, imbued with her will.

Swoosh!

And the pus came out along with the wind.

It was a success.

‘It worked!’

“Cough, cough!”

“Emil!”

That wasn’t all.

With the continued tickling inside his nose, Emil unconsciously began to sneeze grandly.

“Ah, ah, ah achoo!”

“Achoo!”

“Achoo!”

Anette smiled wryly watching Emil blow his nose refreshingly with each sneeze, going hong, hong!

“……Both sides had quite the nasal discharge.”

Direct removal using cotton swabs, cleaning using Sylph, and even the patient’s self-removal through sneezing.

She had thoroughly cleared his completely blocked nose.

“He really cleared his nose without using his hands.”

Count Spinel was sobbing while holding her son who had returned from the brink of death. Schmidt was recording in amazement at the newly learned medical technique. Watching this scene, I felt sorry.

‘Poking with a cotton swab to remove pus is one thing, but Schmidt won’t be able to use Sylphid.’

And Darius.

“This time you didn’t even collapse. Well done.”

When I had nursed Rose Temeri all night, I had collapsed from exhaustion after treating her.

Darius had been silently waiting for me then too.

“Hehehe.”

Even though Darius had told me not to do everything by myself because he worried about others, I had jumped in again without realizing it.

With Count Spinel disappearing from the tournament, and even me, the Grand Duchess, vanishing as well, Darius must have been bewildered. I smiled sheepishly, feeling sorry towards him. He responded with an expression that seemed to say he couldn’t help it.

“So what did you discover this time?”

“Well, you see.”

“Well, Anette often surprises people, but she usually produces positive results.”

Darius gently stroked my head as I looked at him nervously. It meant he would overlook it.

“You did well today too.”

“I did?”

“Of course. Look at that.”

Young master Emil was no longer breathing through his mouth with his mouth wide open, but properly through his respiratory tract. Count Spinel was placing her finger under her son’s nose, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

It was a scene I had created.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“I told you, you did well.”

“The situation was urgent.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He embraced me lightly.

“I just need you to be safe, Anette.”

I liked how he hugged me and playfully swayed our bodies.

A fatigue I didn’t even know existed melted away, and a warm sense of reassurance filled my heart deeply. Tightly, my arms unconsciously wrapped around Darius. As if no matter where I went, his embrace was where I would return.

* * *

Soon after my treatment, young master Emil opened his eyes, as if his near-death appearance had been a lie.

The problem had indeed been the pus filling his sinuses.

“I’ve removed almost all the pus that could be extracted. The rest will gradually improve with medication prescribed to eliminate inflammation.”

“My ears feel stuffy like they’re underwater. But I can hear voices well.”

However, as expected, young master Emil had developed otitis media.

“Fortunately, there’s no problem with your hearing. Let’s treat the otitis media while reducing the inflammation in your nose. Mr. Schmidt will take charge of the treatment. He knows the medicinal ingredients better.”

“Do I not have to put washing solution in my nose anymore?”

“That’s right. That prescription didn’t suit you.”

Emil’s face brightened more than ever before. Even a grown adult would find it distressing to put salt water in their nose, so it must have been nothing short of torture for this child.

“Emil and salt water don’t match? But all the doctors……”

“I know, the prescription of pouring salt water for a cold.”

It was a method commonly recommended even in the modern era with much more advanced medical standards.

〈When you have a cold and your nose is running, haven’t you ever wanted to take off your stuffy nose and wash it? You can wash it without removing it. Now try washing inside your nose with water!〉

The reason I noticed Emil’s sinusitis was simple. I had gone through the exact same process in my previous life.

That process of trying to clear my nose by buying saline solution and a syringe from the pharmacy, only to make myself sicker by pushing it into my nose!

“If that treatment method suits well, the salt water pushed into one nostril should all come out through the other nostril. But in Emil’s case, the salt water didn’t come out and remained stagnant inside his nose.”

It could be because the sensitive nasal mucous membrane swelled due to irritation from the salt water, or because Emil’s nasal interior was particularly narrow.

But the salt water that should have drained out remained stagnant in Emil’s sinuses, which directly led to inflammation. It was counterproductive.

“I’m sorry, Emil. I pushed you into suffering with the wrong prescription and kept telling you to endure it.”

Count Spinel, having learned the truth, burst into tears and embraced Emil.

* * *

“If it hadn’t been for Lady Anette, it could have been disastrous.”

Count Spinel, having calmed down a bit, thanked me as she left Emil’s sickroom.

“But where did you learn such medical knowledge?”

“Ah, well, various sources. Being close with Schmidt’s Clinic and all.”

To explain that, I would have to reveal that I possess modern medical knowledge. There’s no way I could say that.

Fortunately, Count Spinel nodded.

“I had heard before that Lady Anette was wise, but I thought it was just flattery. Now I see my eyes were blind.”

The count said.

“A child can have a runny nose sometimes. A treatment that started because I couldn’t stand seeing the future Count Spinel going around sloppily wiping his nose created this result. Really…… I don’t deserve to be a mother.”

“Don’t deserve to be a mother? How can you say that?”

If she hadn’t truly loved her child, would she have abandoned the match in front of everyone and rushed to her hidden son?

“I’ve committed many discourtesies and have no face to show. As a count, I dared not to mind my words to the Grand Duchess, and as a swordsman, I failed to be faithful to the match.”

She spoke bitterly, perhaps belatedly remembering her abandoned match with Darius.

“No matter what happened, it was my fault for rushing out from that place. Though there is no referee, I concede my defeat here.”

“What are you saying?”

I opened my eyes wide.

“Of course we should have a rematch.”

There’s no way our Darius couldn’t defeat someone like Count Spinel. What’s this beautiful defeat underhanded trick?

And so, the match was held again.

“I’ve received a great favor from the Grand Duke’s family, but victory and defeat are separate matters. Still, I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”

Darius laughed at Count Spinel’s solemn words.

“I need to collect what I left behind. Let’s end this quickly.”

Clang, the two strongest figures of the North clashed again.