The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1292

Chapter 1292: 628 Hope for Surgery (First Update)

The Duke was very quiet.

Gu Jiao wasn’t sure to what extent his consciousness had recovered—whether he could only vaguely respond to external stimuli or he could clearly discern external sounds.

In plain terms, she didn’t know if he understood what she was saying.

But Gu Jiao still treated him as a patient with complete self-awareness; she rolled up his sleeve, fully exposing the wound on his forearm.

"The wound isn’t long or deep, no need for stitches. I’ll clean it first, then apply some herbal ointment and that should do," she said.

As she spoke, Gu Jiao used a disposable iodophor stick to wipe the blood around the wound, then opened her homemade herbal ointment, dipped a bit on it, and evenly spread it over his wound.

Dusk settled, and slanted rays from the setting sun struck outside the house.

The Duke’s breathing was very even; he didn’t move an inch during the entire process of applying the medicine.

"Done," Gu Jiao withdrew the medicine bottle and the cotton swab, wrapping the swab in wax paper. She never discarded any used medical supplies carelessly but handled them with utmost caution.

Having saved the person and treated the wound, Gu Jiao planned to leave.

She took one last look at the man on the bed; his situation seemed indeed better than when they first met, his body at least wasn’t that cold anymore.

Gu Jiao reached out a finger, touched his forehead, and felt a slight perspiration.

She slightly lowered his cotton blanket and opened the window to ventilate. Only then did she turn to leave.

The Duke on the bed trembled as he raised his hand, as if trying to grasp something.

...

After leaving the Duke Residence, Gu Jiao visited several Medical Halls. This time she changed her strategy, not asking about the Operating Room but rather about her family member suffering from a severe heart condition and whether there was a cure. She also handed over the Traditional Chinese Medicine prescription she had written to the doctors.

Based on the prescription, the doctors could generally gauge the severity of the patient’s heart condition; experienced doctors all knew that medication alone couldn’t cure it.

"I have an ancestral prescription that might be worth a try."

"I’ve been practicing for decades, and there’s no illness I haven’t cured. Bring your patient over some day and let me have a look!"

"This ancestral golden pill of mine cures all diseases and detoxifies all poisons; each pill costs eighty taels, but I see that you, young brother, have a kind heart and are an honest person. So, I will sell it to you for fifty taels!"

...

By the time Gu Jiao left the fifth Medical Hall, it had already turned completely dark.

"These people don’t even know about surgery. Could it be that Yan Country really doesn’t have an Operating Room... so the person who traveled through time before me was just like me, looking for an Operating Room, which is why he drew a draft of an Operating Room?"

"Make way! Make way!"

As Gu Jiao mumbled to herself, puzzled, suddenly there was commotion up ahead on the street; a man dressed in a night walker’s outfit had fallen from a rooftop and landed on the ground.

Even from afar, Gu Jiao heard a crisp snap; she knew without guessing that his leg was broken.

Not only that, but he also seemed to have other injuries; his abdomen was spurting blood. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

At nearly the same moment, several men in grey robes rushed out of an alley, placing knives on the neck of the severely injured man. One of the grey-robed men knelt to check his wounds, then said with gravity, "He’s badly hurt! He must undergo surgery immediately! Otherwise, he’ll die!"

Surgery?

Gu Jiao’s eyes narrowed.

The grey-robed men then rushed back into the alley they had come from and carried out a simple stretcher, carefully moving the injured man onto it.

"Get in the carriage!"

The grey-robed man who had inspected the injuries said.

The men lifted the injured onto the carriage waiting in the alley.

Gu Jiao took a step to follow.

But she had only passed through the alley when a strong hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

Almost instinctively, Gu Jiao drew out a dagger.

"It’s me!"

The other person said.

Gu Jiao lowered her dagger and turned her head to see the suddenly appearing Mu Qingchen: "What are you doing here?"

Mu Qingchen countered, "That’s what I should be asking you. This is the inner city, how did you sneak in again?"

Gu Jiao put away her dagger and did not respond.

Seemingly understanding Gu Jiao’s temperament, that what she wants to say need not be asked, and what she doesn’t want to say is pointless to ask, Mu Qingchen continued, "Also, have you eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard? Is there anyone you wouldn’t follow?"

Gu Jiao replied, "That person is seriously injured; I was just curious to see how they would treat him."

That was quite the truth.

Mu Qingchen said coldly, "You’re using your curiosity in such places?"

Gu Jiao replied, "I wish to."

Mu Qingchen: "..."

"Can you let go now?" Gu Jiao looked at his hand, which was still holding onto her arm.

Mu Qingchen released his hand nonchalantly, gave Gu Jiao a look, and began to walk forward: "I happen to be leaving the city for a bit."