Men really don’t discriminate by age when they act childishly. He purposely waited until the last second before the fuse ran out to throw it, and Gu Jiao simply couldn’t stop it in time. Accompanying the last crackle of firecrackers that night, Xiao Hen turned into a sooty black chicken.
With his hair standing on end and spewing black smoke from his mouth, Xiao Hen looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
Gu Jiao covered her eyes, "..."
In the courtyard of the Medical Hall, Hua Xiyao paced back and forth in the room, making Mo Qianxue dizzy.
"What are you doing, Hua Xiyao!" Mo Qianxue said impatiently.
Hua Xiyao shook her fan and looked toward the courtyard outside, saying, "I am waiting for news from Doctor Gu. I’ve given her so many tips, I wonder how the two of them are doing now?"
Mo Qianxue said in annoyance, "Really, you’re such a busybody!"
Hua Xiyao smiled, "How is this being a busybody? With the young master gone and Xianle Inn sealed, I’m all alone, the Official Government is still waiting for me to go to jail, Doctor Gu is the only big leg I have to cling to, and I need to hold on tight."
Mo Qianxue said with irony, "Huh, I don’t know who it was who swore loyalty to the young master, and even accused me of being heartless and ungrateful."
Hua Xiyao was not angry, and said with a smile, "I am not like you, I have never betrayed the young master from beginning to end. But with the person gone, surely you can’t expect me to die with him! One has to look forward in life!"
Mo Qianxue snorted coldly, "Easier said than sung."
Hua Xiyao rolled her eyes, "I won’t argue with you, I’m off to wait for Doctor Gu! But with Doctor Gu preparing so many surprises for Master Xiao, I suppose they must be enjoying romantic moments under the moon by now, so happy that they’ve forgotten to return home."
Mo Qianxue so wished she could sew Hua Xiyao’s mouth shut!
"Ah! Look who’s back!" Hua Xiyao saw a familiar figure flash past the back door of the Grand Hall and ran over, lifting her skirt and holding her round fan.
Mo Qianxue couldn’t help but stretch her neck to look outside.
Hua Xiyao entered the Grand Hall, grabbed a servant, and asked, "Where’s Doctor Gu? I just saw her."
The servant blushed as Hua Xiyao grabbed his arm, "Doctor Gu is in the consulting room on the east side."
Hua Xiyao didn’t pay attention to him and went into the consulting room where Gu Jiao was.
"Gu—"
She pushed open the door, and after uttering just one word, she choked.
Who is this... this... this little lump of coal sitting in the wheelchair?
"My dear, bear with it a little longer, it will be alright soon," Gu Jiao squatted down to finish bandaging Xiao Hen’s injuries, which were mainly located on his left arm and left foot.
The left arm had been injured by the firecrackers and was now wrapped from hand to shoulder, turning into a mummy-like limb by Gu Jiao’s handiwork.
As for his left foot, it had been smashed and injured by a wooden post, which Gu Jiao only discovered after helping him to sit on a stone bench. He hadn’t walked at the time, so he didn’t immediately realize it.
It was only when he was about to return to the carriage after being blasted that he found his foot was also sprained.
Then there were some minor abrasions and scratches, which Gu Jiao also bandaged up and immobilized.
—Essentially another mummy-like leg.
Hua Xiyao’s body trembled.
Doctor Gu, an apology should be sincere, but yours is lethal.
Gu Jiao wheeled Xiao Hen back to Bishui Alley.
In the dead of night, the noisy alley was left with only the sound of footsteps and the creaking of the wheelchair.
Everyone at home had already gone to sleep. Without the bad brother-in-law around, little Jingkong decisively climbed into Huangfu Xian’s bed with his small pillow.
Because of Huangfu Xian, their house had been modified, and the wheelchair could easily be pushed through the door.
Gu Jiao pushed him to the door of the west room.
Thinking about what happened tonight, she felt quite sorry. She had promised to placate him, so how did it turn out like this?
She thought for a moment, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "Actually, I also prepared another surprise... "
Before she could finish saying the word "surprise," Xiao Hen resolutely pushed the wheelchair into the room. He turned the wheelchair around, closed the room door, bolted it, all in one go!
Then he turned back again, leaned on the wheelchair, and took a long breath, "Phew!"
No more surprises, a further shock might cost him his life.
Gu Jiao scratched her head.
Was he soothed or not soothed after all?
"Then... My dear, good night."
She said good night to the west room, turned around, and went back to the east room.
Gu Jiao fell asleep quickly.
Since the dream about the Gu Family, Gu Jiao hadn’t dreamt for half a year, but tonight, her dreams returned.
She thought she would dream about someone she knew, but instead, it was people she didn’t recognize at all.
Or to be precise, she couldn’t make out the faces of those people at all.
It was a terrifying rainstorm that lasted for a whole day and night, causing a landslide and a mudslide. There happened to be a village at the bottom of the mountain, which was completely submerged.
Perhaps because it was a natural disaster, uninfluenced by human actions, neither delayed nor hastened, the disaster would strike the midnight of the day after tomorrow.
If it had been during the day, perhaps people could have been alert, but at midnight everyone was asleep, and not a single person from the village managed to escape.
After waking up, Gu Jiao went straight to Xiao Hen’s west room.
Xiao Hen had just woken up.
Men tend to experience a certain shy phenomenon when they wake up in the early morning, especially young men in the prime of life.
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