Chapter 432

Eleanor’s voice was calm but resolute as she refused the doctor’s aid. "There’s no need for an examination. I know my condition better than anyone." The room fell silent as her words echoed. Eleanor was no ordinary patient—she was a divine physician, a master of medical arts. No doctor could surpass her knowledge of the human body, let alone the Three Cold Water poison coursing through her veins. She knew it was incurable. Though she had contemplated countless treatment plans, all had been dismissed. Each possibility led to the same conclusion: futility. There was no antidote, no miracle cure. Accepting this, Eleanor chose not to waste time clinging to false hope. Death had never frightened her. She had danced on its edge too many times to fear its embrace. Yet, despite her bravery, there was one regret she couldn’t shake: leaving Robert behind. She yearned to see him one last time, to confess her feelings and set her heart free. "I’m tired," she murmured, her voice faint, as though sp