NovelOnlineChapter 1596 Rowan's Suggestion
"Don't worry." Claire looked at him, then turned and left.
As for Rowan, gazing at her receding figure, he was suddenly overwhelmed by longing, wanting so much to hold her in his arms...
but he couldn't, he had to keep his distance from her, it was for her own good.
She was his soft spot, but he didn't want anyone to see it.
After Claire left, Rowan also strode out, following the guards towards his father's palace.
No matter what his father was looking for him for, he could try to arrange for an Arab doctor, which would make finding a translator
a matter of course.
Half an hour later.
In the luxurious bedroom of the king's palace, Rowan and his uncle Eden and Arthur were there with the royal doctor to examine
the king's health.
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The royal doctor's skills were already quite amazing, and he had gained recognition among the nobles and officials in the royal
family. Minor illnesses were treated by him, and he had even set up a private hospital here.
But compared to Rowan, he was not on the slevel.
The king's health was declining day by day. Right now he was lying in bed with his eyes closed, thinking back to what his son had
said yesterday, and he felt a chill down his spine.
Who exactly had sinister intentions? Who had been slowly poisoning him for a full five years? And with such patience?
Could it really be Katharine? Although there was no evidence, she was the most suspicious.
Over the years, he had given her all his energy and love. If it really was her, it would be so chilling.
The royal doctor was still examining the king.
Rowan was silent for a long tbefore finally speaking up, "Doctor, | want to find an Arab doctor for my father."
Upon hearing this, the doctor turned his eyes and bluntly asked, "Prince, are you questioning my medical skills?"
Hmph, how could | not question them?
Failing to detect such a simple case of chronic poisoning for five full years... Rowan met his gaze and spoke calmly, "Of course not."
As for his father's condition, the doctor had indeed done his best. Rowan could see that, and did not blhim. It was just that
there were inherent differences in ability between people.
At this time, the king slowly opened his eyes and looked at his son, asking, "What's going on? Why do you want to find an Arab
doctor?"
"Father, I've just heard that Arab doctors do research in speculiar fields. Maybe they can cure your illness. Their medical books
are not publicly circulated either."
Eden's brow furrowed slightly. Arabia?
He thought to himself, no matter how amazing they were, could they be more amazing than the royal doctor? But he could
understand Louis’ filial piety.
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He did not interrupt or offer his own suggestions either.
Before the doctor could say anything else, the king spoke up, "Alright, do as Louis suggests and invite an Arab doctor to come."
He said to his son, "I'll leave this matter to you to arrange."
Although the king didn't know what his son's intention for doing this was, he knew very clearly that he had to cooperate fully.
Of course, the doctor was not unhappy either. He too hoped the king would get better.
It was just that he felt that even he himself couldn't cure the king's illness, so how could anyone else who cover possibly cure
it?
He was a little capable, a little arrogant, and a little conceited as well.
The king was fated to die within these next few months. The desire to live was human instinct.
He also hoped very much that the Arab doctor who was invited over would be a miracle worker who could cure the king's illness.
At this time, Queen Katharine was accompanying Ivan and his construction team on an inspection of an open space on the left side
of the palace complex.
She had shared sof her own thoughts and plans, which lvan's construction team took to heart, taking notes on their tablets,
and both sides were communicating effectively.
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