After her rebirth

Felix's mouth twitched as he tried to hold back a few coughs. He quickly swung open the other side of the car door and carefully helped Maximilian out.

Once done, Felix felt a wave of sadness hit him. To the outside world, Maximilian looked like some super-rich noble, but no one knew the crap he was dealing with. He lost his mom when he was just a kid, and his dad? Well, he had a mistress and a bastard kid who was eyeing the family fortune.

After getting hit with a nasty illness, Maximilian's health went downhill, leaving him with nightmares and sleepless nights.

The sleep issues, along with headaches, meant he had to pop meds to ease the pain.

But lately, his body got used to the meds, and the stuff the docs gave him stopped working. Sometimes, Maximilian couldn't even catch an hour of sleep. How could a guy like him survive on less than an hour of sleep a day?

What was easy for most people was like climbing Everest for Maximilian. But now, the dude was actually asleep.

Felix, with red eyes, looked at Katniss and asked, "How's he doing now?"

Katniss glanced at the sleeping Maximilian, and Felix got the hint. They walked a few steps away.

"I learned medicine from my grandma since I was a kid. She taught me everything," Katniss said, keeping it short.

Hearing this, a spark of hope lit up in Felix's eyes. His lips trembled as he asked, "Can you fix Maximilian's illness?" After thinking for a bit, Katniss said, "I'll give it my best shot."

Felix laughed and cried at the same time, wiping his tears and nodding awkwardly, "Good, do your best. We'll tackle this together." Hope is always a good thing.

Maximilian was such an amazing guy; fate shouldn't be this harsh!

About half an hour later, Maximilian slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to see Katniss squatting by the car.

Seeing Maximilian awake, Felix asked about his condition with concern.

Katniss stood up and quickly walked over, asking, "Maximilian, how are you feeling now? Any better?"

Maximilian looked into Katniss's eyes, clear and beautiful, like a harmless kitten.

He looked away and answered coolly, "Yeah."

Felix, still worried, handed the pills he found to Maximilian, saying, "Sir, are you really okay? Need to take a pill?"

"Felix, can I see the pills you're holding?" Katniss asked, her nose twitching slightly.

Felix didn't answer but looked at Maximilian, who gave him a nod, and he handed the pills to Katniss.

Katniss had already caught the herbal scent from Maximilian, which matched the smell of these pills.

The pills were for treating insomnia, nightmares, and mental weakness, especially diazepam, showing how serious things were.

Long-term sleep issues can make someone irritable and lead to nervous exhaustion. Treating it like simple insomnia is pointless.

Katniss's face changed slightly as she sniffed the pills. Something was off. While most ingredients were fine, one was definitely not a regular painkiller.

"Maximilian, you usually pop these pills for your headaches? How long you been on 'em?" Katniss asked.

Whoever prescribed these knew their stuff; a regular Joe wouldn't catch the issue.

It was a tiny detail, easy to miss if you weren't looking close.

Even though it was a minor drug, using it long-term could lead to chronic poisoning.

Messing with someone like this was seriously messed up.

Katniss couldn't help but wonder if Maximilian's early struggles were tied to these pills.

"A long time," Maximilian said, looking beat and clearly not in the mood to chat.

Felix suddenly remembered something and said to Katniss, "A month ago, the Boleyn family brought in some hotshot doctor to treat Maximilian. This is what he prescribed. Is there something wrong with these pills?" The doc brought in by the Boleyn family, huh?

"Hard to say, maybe my medical skills aren't up to par," Katniss said with a light smile, her eyes shifting. "If you trust me, I can whip up a different pill for Maximilian."

Maximilian finally closed his eyes in peace, enjoying half an hour of calm. At this point, Felix was totally on board with Katniss. Who could complain?

Katniss's clear voice was even more soothing, "Can I take over making Maximilian's pills?"

Felix nodded right away, even asking when they could pick them up once they were ready.

Even though she didn't know the beef between the Boleyn family and Maximilian, since Katniss knew there was a problem with the pills, she couldn't let Maximilian keep taking them. This wasn't stirring the pot; it was just basic doctor ethics. As soon as the suggestion to change the meds was made, Maximilian, being sharp, would naturally handle the details.

His expression stayed the same, cold and indifferent, his gaze shifting to her dress. He tossed his folded suit jacket at Katniss, making her a bit awkward as she reluctantly put it on.

Katniss carefully put on the jacket, saying, "Maximilian, I'll wash your clothes and get them back to you."

Maximilian said nonchalantly, "No need, just toss 'em."

Katniss was taken aback, not expecting Maximilian to be so decisive. A sense of admiration welled up in her heart, and she said, "You're really loaded, huh? Not even caring about a suit worth thousands of dollars." Maximilian's eyes were indifferent as he looked at the clothes in Katniss's hands, seemingly unconcerned about material stuff.

Katniss felt a bit miffed about Maximilian's extravagant attitude, silently criticizing his overspending.

Maximilian smiled and said to Felix, "Felix, get in the car."

As the car sped away, Katniss withdrew her gaze, considering putting on Maximilian's suit. Although it was a bit big, it at least covered the stains on her clothes.

Katniss clutched her aching stomach, walking towards the residential area behind the clothing factory.

"Felix, toss that bottle of pills," Maximilian suddenly said.

Felix nodded quickly, wanting to speak but immediately shutting up at a glance from Maximilian.