CHAPTER 886: CHAPTER 886: THE INJURIES ARE TOO SEVERE

Mr. Xavier and Mrs. Xavier exchanged glances. The couple didn’t say much; the kindness of the servants is a good thing and should be encouraged.

Moreover, the estate has many rooms, and saving a life is also a way to accumulate merit for the descendants.

"The girl is lucky to have met Old Mr. Downey," Mrs. Xavier couldn’t help but sigh, "I believe you can heal her."

In fact, everyone believed so; it was a form of blind faith, though the old man himself was uncertain.

The pulse... was extremely weak, as if it could stop at any moment.

After a while, everyone left, leaving two maids to keep her company. Old Mr. Downey began preparing the herbal medicine, grinding it into powder, and step by step proceeded with the girl’s treatment.

This was a long process.

If the girl’s face wasn’t treated soon, it would probably become irreparable, as the wound was clearly infected.

While saving her life, he also couldn’t allow her to be disfigured.

Old Mr. Lancaster, over the next three hours, patiently prepared the medicine for her, as her body had too many injuries and her internal organs were also damaged.

Some medicines, though effective, cannot be mixed, so the dosages had to be carefully considered.

Thus, it was also a test of Old Mr. Downey’s medical skills.

In his view, this was a major challenge, and he gladly accepted it.

Although he didn’t know how long it would take, he believed he could bring the girl back to life and also heal her face.

Sometimes, faith is realized in an instant.

It’s akin to minor cosmetic surgery; perhaps she’ll be even more beautiful than before, yet to restore her to her original state is unlikely, as her face had begun to decay.

Mrs. Xavier stood at the door, watching the girl lying on the bed, her expression grave, gradually losing herself in thought... her mind wandering with flashes of unformed ideas.

At dusk, the Xavier Estate under the glow of the setting sun was breathtakingly beautiful.

On the bridge over the stream in the last rays of sunset, a wisp of smoke drifted among the willow shadows.

The Maybach drove through the estate gates and parked in the garage.

The waiting servant stepped forward to open the car door, "Good day, Young Master."

The gentlemanly and handsome Nathan Xavier stepped out of the car with his long legs. Wearing a black suit, his aura was gentle as he strode through the corridor.

"Good day, Young Master."

"Good day, Young Master."

Servants passing by would stop to greet him politely, and the maids couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at him as he was truly pleasing to the eye.

Nathan Xavier would politely nod in response, displaying remarkable decorum, without any airs of the Young Master of The Xavier Family.

When he heard that at noon, a fishing servant had brought back a girl, he found it incredible.

Could one fish out a person while fishing?

Floating on the river? Still breathing?

"I’ll go take a look." With that, he arrived at the guest room. As soon as he reached the doorway, he smelled a strong aroma of herbal medicine.

He saw Old Mr. Downey preparing medicine at a table, with dozens of unfamiliar herbs spread across the long table.

He softly greeted the old man, "Good day, sir." Bowing with respect, he was particularly elegant and courteous.

Old Mr. Downey paused in his actions, looked up at him, "Young Master Xavier is back? Good day, Young Master."

Nathan Xavier stepped lightly into the room, "Yes, just returned." His calm gaze fell on the girl lying on the bed. She was covered with a thin blanket, her injuries unseen.

However, exposed in the air, her face was nearly disfigured, with visible wounds, flesh blurred with blood, and some areas covered with medicine, appearing as a dark mass.

All in all, it was somewhat terrifying...