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While waiting, she explained why they needed to change rooms and ventilate regularly, reminding the parents to watch for any rashes or fever on their own bodies.
When the bells for evening prayer rang in the distance, they had already prepared the new room and returned to check on the boy.
The maid standing by smiled and signaled that Giovanni was already asleep.
His breathing had become much more regular, and his high fever was subsiding.
He looked like a little angel as he slept.
Hedy was calculating the dosage of penicillin in her mind, but she wasn’t entirely sure.
Fortunately, the child’s illness wasn’t too severe. She hadn’t stocked up much of the medicine, and she was worried that the previous dose might not have been enough.
The group confirmed the child’s condition and quietly left the room.
"He probably needs six or seven more injections," Hedy said under the soft glow of the nightlight, eyeing the powder in the vial. Her tone was uncertain. "The medicine may not be enough, but he should gradually recover."
Mr. Rucellai was too emotional to speak, and the servant beside him handed Hedy a bulging purse. "Please accept our thanks—Giovanni is our cherished fourth son, and both Nannina and I cannot afford to lose him!"
Hedy hesitated for a moment but then turned to see Lorenzo’s encouraging gaze. She took the purse.
After all, with this gold, more medicine could be produced, and more people could be saved in the future.
"May I ask where this medicine came from? From Persian merchants or Arabs?" Nannina asked urgently. "We can send people to buy more. Perhaps we could keep some in reserve for other children?"
"This... I made it myself," Hedy replied with a helpless smile. "The next batch will probably take two months to prepare."
"This is all thanks to the lord’s support," Hedy said, looking at the quietly seated Lorenzo, then turning back to the couple with a sincere expression. "Giovanni will get better."
The couple seemed determined to keep her at the palace as a permanent guest, and they expressed their gratitude repeatedly as they bid her farewell.
However, as soon as Hedy boarded the carriage, Lorenzo also entered, with their shoulders nearly touching.
She froze for a moment, thinking she had gotten into the wrong carriage, and stood up to leave.
"Sit down," he said calmly. "I came on horseback."
Hedy sighed internally, pushing aside the discomfort she felt, and quietly waited for the ride back to the palace.
By now, the night air had turned cool, and the sound of crickets could be heard intermittently in the distance, along with the occasional bark of a night-watch dog.
Her posture was relaxed and graceful, but she seemed to be lost in thought.
Lorenzo had initially been observing the security situation outside the window but inadvertently glanced at her.
Even in the darkness, her delicate brows and pale blue eyes looked like something out of an oil painting, the kind of beauty that seemed to belong in a masterpiece.
He wanted to ask her something or perhaps talk about some inconsequential topic.
But... what should he say?
If he were to ask her how the workshop was going, or whether she needed any help, or if she wanted to do something else, would it come across as overly eager or out of place?
It was already late at night, and discussing the weather didn’t seem quite appropriate.
Ah, yes... her two rabbits...
He cleared his throat, intending to casually bring up something.
