A Wild Dream

"..."

Doctor Morris chuckled, "It's just a metaphor. Mr. Joseph, please don't get me wrong. In my eyes, human bodies are all bones!"

Joseph stood up and picked up the salve bottle from Doctor Morris, "Just put it on the skin, right?"

"Yes, twice a day. I guarantee that she will be able to recover in a week! She will be alive and kicking!"

"There's no need to boast. If the salve has a good effect, I'll invest more in your studio. Go back to sleep now." Joseph impatiently closed the door.

...

When Joseph came upstairs again, the maid had already fed porridge to the dizzy Isabella and was about to change her clothes.

"Put this on her bruises." Joseph threw the slave bottle to the maid.

"Yes."

"It hurts." Isabella groaned.

Joseph, who had already turned around, stopped when he heard this. He tilted his head and saw two maids flipping over Isabella to apply the salve to her body.

He thought for a moment and then returned, "Leave the salve on the table. You can go down."

"Yes."