One hundred and five

Morena didn't waste any time. She quickly picked up her treatment tools and rushed out from her infirmary, not caring about the people who greeted her on the way. Her only thought was to reach the king's chamber and attend to him as quickly as possible.

She had always admired and loved the king, and his late mother had saved her life, which made her feel indebted to their family.

As she walked, her heart raced with worry. She couldn't bear the thought of the king suffering again. He was a good man, and she felt a sense of loyalty to him, not just because of his mother's kindness to her in the past but also because of the kind of person he was.

She couldn't help but feel emotional. The king was more than just a patient to her; he was like family. She wished she could do more to help him and take away his pain.

Moreover, she couldn't bear to see a good man like the king suffer due to the treachery of others. Morena often wished she could leave and search for someone important in her lif