Chapter 375
His dark eyes simmered with restrained anger, his jawline taut as he held back his body’s reaction to the provocation.
He grabbed her face, thumb and forefinger forcing her mouth into a pout. His teeth gritted as he warned, “You better behave, or I swear, I’ll skin you alive and have you for dinner!”
Thalassa’s bright eyes widened in shock, her fear causing her to quickly retreat. She wrapped her arms around herself as she whimpered pitifully, “Oh, such a cruel goddess.”
Lysander’s anger flared at the misidentification. He wanted to rip her apart and punish her severely. However, she was under the influence of the mushroom, her reality distorted.
He could not take any action at this point.
Dr. Everest rushed over as quickly as he could. Understanding the situation, he immediately hooked Thalassa up to an IV drip and offered her an unpleasant-smelling antidote to provoke vomiting.
It was essential she expelled the undigested mushrooms from her stomach.
Thalassa lay on the bed, an IV drip connected to her hand. A maid held the foul-smelling antidote under her nose. A large basin was strategically placed by the bedside to collect the vomit.
Thalassa was in severe discomfort. Her head felt heavy, her consciousness wavering between reality and illusion. The stench invading her nostrils was unbearable. Her already empty stomach convulsed, causing her to retch.
Despite several attempts, she couldn’t vomit.
Finding this odd, Dr. Everest sought Fitch’s insight. It turned out Thalassa hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for two days.
Without water in her stomach, dry heaving was of course unsuccessful.
Dr. Everest immediately instructed the maid to give Thalassa some water and couldn’t help but sympathize with her. What kind of grudge could Lysander hold to deprive her of food and water? Was he trying to starve her to death?
He knew that a person could only survive without water for about three days.
Just a few more hours without water, and she would dehydrate to death.
In a flurry of action, the maid managed to get Thalassa to drink a significant amount of water.
After presenting the foul-smelling antidote to her again, she finally vomited out the consumed mushrooms.
However, the toxins that had already been absorbed into her bloodstream persisted, keeping Thalassa in a state of hallucination.
Dr. Everest’s IV solution contained nutrients, but after two days and nights of starvation, nutrients alone weren’t sufficient.
Dr. Everest suggested, “I’m worried the patient might develop gastric perforation from hunger. It would be best to get her to consume some liquid food to fill her
stomach.”
Lysander ordered his servants to prepare it immediately.
Soon, a bowl of oatmeal porridge was ready.
At this point, Thalassa was propped up against the headboard, her eyes closed, her head spinning. Her body felt as insubstantial as sand, like it would be swept away by the wind. She swayed, unable to support herself.
A maid crouched down with the bowl, spoon in hand, attempting to feed her the porridge.
Thalassa shook her head weakly, oblivious to the need to open her mouth.
Earlier, when they had to hydrate her, they used a syringe, squeezing the water directly into her mouth.
But feeding her porridge presented more of a challenge.
Despite the maid’s best efforts, she couldn’t get Thalassa to eat.
Lysander, his aura icy, stepped forward. He took the bowl from the maid. He took a spoonful of the porridge into his mouth.
Then, he positioned himself to open Thalassa’s mouth.