Chapter 49

Perseus instructed, "Everyone, let's work together to lift the wooden tub into the pot." Kent's mind reeled. Was Perseus truly intending to cook his son? "Keep it between 122 and 131 degrees. Continue until there's sweat on the patient's forehead." After saying that, Perseus wiped away his sweat. For the first time, he found patient treatment burdensome. In the past, when he treated a patient, it had been either acupuncture or as easy as prescribing medicine. "Is that it?" Wyatt's concern deepened as he gazed at Fred, eyes closed in the wooden tub, feeling a surge of complex emotions. Fred had been a prodigy. Had he not been bedridden for the past five years, he would be on track to become a Seven-Star Warrior before the age of 30. Now, he was a shell of his former self. Perseus shook his head. "No, there's one more step to today's treatment." He then directed a servant to retrieve the pre-prepared medicinal herbs, which had been meticulously dried and finely ground into a powde