Felix gave him a direct and honest answer. "As long as I have enough herbs. I can treat him. I won't promise a full recovery, but one thing I can guarantee you is that this man won't die."

For now, that was the best possible answer anyone could offer.

The Flame Monarch replied, "Good. Begin. As long as you can keep him alive, you'll be handsomely rewarded."

It seemed the Flame Monarch already knew something and never truly expected anyone to completely cure Christopher. Preserving his life alone would already be a feat.

"Flame Monarch, please reconsider!" one of the elderly doctors suddenly cut in, seething with resentment. "This boy is barely grown—how could he possibly possess such remarkable skill in medicine?"

The Flame Monarch turned and gave him a cold, mocking glance. "If he can't do it, then can you?"

The old man went silent. Perhaps fearing the loss of favor or acting out of sheer pride, he hesitated. Eventually, he found the courage to speak again.

"I admit I can't, bu