Gu Jiao’s gaze swept across the room, and she spotted the problem at once.
She reached out and swiftly pulled a silver needle from the patient’s wrist.
The Duke’s face stopped its slight twitching.
Only Gu Jiao was standing by the bed, no one saw what happened to the Duke, they only saw Gu Jiao pulling out the Duke’s silver needle.
A sense of shock rippled through the people inside the room.
Mu Qingchen frowned.
"What are you doing!"
Accompanied by an angry and delicate rebuke, a young girl dressed in a light green waist-hugging dress came in, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.
She placed the soup on the table and quickly walked to the bedside, glaring at Gu Jiao with indignation.
People in this world often judge others by their appearance; the girl was originally just a bit angry, but upon seeing Gu Jiao’s face, a few more traces of contempt appeared.
She said coldly, "Who are you! Why did you touch my silver needle!"
Holding that silver needle, Gu Jiao responded indifferently, "Your Neiguan point was needled incorrectly."
The girl’s eyebrows knitted together, "Impossible! Who are you, some lowly servant! How dare you slander my medical skill! Second Lady! Are all the people in the Duke Residence so disrespectful!"
The Second Lady was embarrassed.
Though the girl was from Yan Country, she was no ordinary foreigner; she was the famed disciple of the great healer Luo Shen, and the Duke’s condition relied on her for a cure.
A youthful man spoke with a smile that was not quite a smile: "This person is... a distinguished doctor from Zhan Country, specially invited by Young Master Qingchen for the Duke."
He emphasized the words "Zhan Country".
Everyone knew that Zhan Country and Chen Country were incompatible as fire and water, having just experienced a major battle last year where Chen Country emerged defeated and paid a substantial amount of silver to Zhan Country.
The girl’s look towards Gu Jiao became even more hostile; this was not just a professional rivalry, it was a national enmity!
"Second Lady, do you also think that my needle placement was incorrect?" the girl asked.
Of course, the Second Lady wouldn’t think so; the girl was a disciple of Luo Shen, how could she make such a mistake?
In reality, the girl’s acupuncture point was correct, but the angle was slightly off. Gu Jiao didn’t know under what circumstances she had inserted the needle, whether it was in haste and panic, or out of pride and carelessness?
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