By the standards for an ordinary thoracentesis, patients should generally rest in bed for several hours afterward to guard against postoperative complications.
Considering this was a special case, it was reasonable to extend that period and monitor his vital signs more cautiously, just in case.
Kraft stayed in the room for a while, still uneasy. But spending time with the old Duke was hardly comfortable. He was the sort of man who could turn a fireside chat into an atmosphere of being slowly cremated in the fireplace.
Once he had confirmed that this burdened heart and lungs were functioning normally, the doctor rose from his chair as if sitting on pins and needles and took his leave. Given the generally poor sense of time these days, he made a conservative estimate and instructed the Duke to remain in bed until dinner, with no strenuous activity.
The doctor's orders were followed strictly, in a manner of speaking.
Escorted by the castle's armed forces, Kraft returned to his lodgings to check on his other patient.
Yvonne's condition, by comparison, was not as good. The forced tearing away of the Fungal Spirit had clearly affected her mind. Her drowsiness had persisted for most of the day, and only that morning had she managed to regain a little energy. Even now, she was still somewhat listless.
"I don't feel uncomfortable or anything. It even feels quieter, like some noise I'd gotten used to hearing has suddenly disappeared. I can't say what's gone, only that it's very quiet." She said this, then pressed her lips together and swallowed a yawn. "I'm just a little sleepy."
To be safe, a full physical examination was unavoidable. With the lasting impression of the fungus's control, which had taken over some of her motor functions, in mind, he carefully