Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 50 - Forty Nine

The sharp, burning pain hit Camilla’s left ankle like a pair of hot iron nails being hammered directly into her bone.

The snake, having delivered its deadly payload, released its violent bite immediately. It unhinged its massive jaws, fell backward onto the smooth stone floor of the gazebo, and slithered away with terrifying speed. Its thick, scaled body made a soft swish, swish sound against the white wood before it disappeared completely into the safety of the thick, dark garden bushes.

But the damage was already done. The venom, highly toxic and incredibly fast-acting, pumped directly into her bloodstream with every rapid beat of her panicked heart.

Camilla’s eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites of her eyes to the bright

sun. The world around her instantly lost all its color, turning into a dizzying swirl of grey and black shadows. Her knees buckled completely beneath her. She did not even have the breath left in her lungs to scream a second time. The magic had drained her physical energy, and the venom was destroying her nervous system.

She simply collapsed. She fell heavily onto the hard stone floor of the gazebo, landing in a crumpled, messy pile of dark red silk. Her cheek hit the cold stone with a soft thud.

She blacked out on the spot.

Kade reacted instantly. He did not hesitate for a single fraction of a second. He completely forgot about the snake hiding in the bushes. His primary duty was the safety of the General’s family. He dropped his steel sword. The metal weapon clattered loudly against the stone floor, ringing out in the quiet garden.

Kade rushed forward and dropped to his knees right beside the unconscious Lady. He quickly reached out with two fingers and pressed them against the side of her neck, desperately checking for a pulse.

Her skin was already turning ice cold. Her pulse was there, but it was beating wildly, fluttering like a trapped bird trying to escape a cage. A thick, shiny layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out across her forehead, matting her hair against her skin. Her lips, which had been smiling just a few seconds ago, were already starting to turn a terrifying shade of pale blue.

"She has been bitten!" Kade yelled at the top of his lungs. He turned his head sharply toward the winding pebble path that led back to the massive stone mansion. "Guards! Maids! Quickly! We have a medical emergency in the garden!"

Several maids, who had been hiding safely behind the tall green hedges after hearing the commotion and the sword being drawn, came running. Their faces were pale with terror. They did not know if they were running toward an assassin or a monster, but they could not ignore the aide’s frantic, booming command.

Damon sat perfectly still in his heavy wooden wheelchair. His hands were resting calmly on the thick wool blanket covering his legs.

He watched his wife lying completely unconscious on the ground. He had seen the snake strike with his own two eyes. He had seen the exact moment her strange, jinxed magic had failed to attack him and had violently punished her instead.

"What just happened? " Damon thought to himself. A confused expression plastered his face.

But as he watched her lips turn blue, a colder, more logical thought entered his mind.

"I cannot let her die," Damon reasoned internally. "If she dies from a venomous snake bite while sitting alone with me in my private garden, my political enemies will have a field day. They will spread rumors. They will accuse the Tyrant General of orchestrating a cold-blooded murder to rid himself of an unwanted wife. The scandal would reach the King."

And more importantly, beyond the political consequences, Damon possessed a deep, burning curiosity. He was the only person in the entire world who knew her secret. He still needed to figure out how her mind worked. He needed to understand the exact limits of this bizarre, terrifying woman. A dead woman could not give him answers.

"Bring her inside immediately," Damon instructed Kade. His deep voice was completely calm, smooth, and authoritative, slicing through the panic of the maids. He raised his hand and pointed a finger directly toward the grand back doors of the mansion.

"Do not wait for a stretcher," Damon ordered. "Pick her up. And send my fastest rider to the city immediately. Doctor Aris must be brought back to this estate right now. Tell the rider to do whatever it takes to get that doctor here."

Kade nodded sharply. He slid his strong arms under Camilla’s limp back and beneath her knees. He lifted her easily, as she weighed almost nothing. The dark red silk of her dress hung down like a bloody curtain.

The maids hovered around them, wringing their hands in pure panic. They carefully guided Kade down the wooden ramp of the gazebo. They hurried across the pebble path, practically running toward the safety of the large stone house.

Damon followed right behind them. He gripped the wooden wheels of his chair with his hands, pushing himself forward with powerful thrusts of his arms, his mind working furiously to calculate his next move.

A few hours later, the intense chaos inside the Benson mansion had finally settled into a tense, heavy quiet.

Doctor Aris had rushed back from the capital city in record time. The old doctor was completely out of breath when he burst through the front doors. He had brought a fresh, heavily stocked bag of medical supplies, smelling strongly of bitter herbs and sharp alcohol.

For the past hour, the doctor had been working frantically inside Camilla’s private bedroom.

He had ordered the maids to carefully cut away the bottom hem of Camilla’s dress, completely ruining the expensive fabric. He needed absolute, clear access to her left leg.

He had carefully cleaned the two deep, ugly puncture wounds on her ankle. The skin around the bite had turned a terrifying, bruised shade of dark purple and black.

Damon had sat in his wheelchair in the corner of the bedroom the entire time, watching the procedure in absolute silence. He watched as the doctor forced a strong, incredibly bitter-tasting, dark green anti-venom tonic down Camilla’s throat while she remained completely unconscious.

Finally, the doctor had tightly dressed the awful bite injury with thick layers of clean white bandages, packed heavily with crushed, strong-smelling healing herbs designed to draw out the remaining infection.