The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1372

Chapter 1372: 667 Recognizing Each Other_2

He had been whipped, with whip marks of varying severity across his chest.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who did such ruthless work?" The middle-aged lady sat down at the edge of the bed, delightedly undid Gu Chengfeng’s clothes, and examined him with satisfaction. "Oh, just look at this physique, I’ve struck gold today! Ginkgo!"

"Madam." The maid walked over.

The middle-aged lady smiled and said, "Go fetch the best bottle of golden sore medicine from my room, and the Yu Xue ointment as well. I want him spotlessly clean, with not a single whip mark left."

The maid hesitated for a moment and said, "But it seems like he’s fallen ill. He hasn’t woken up during the journey, could he be dying?"

The middle-aged lady glared at her fiercely, "You’re the one who’s dying! Do you curse me like that?"

The maid replied quietly, "I, I wasn’t talking about you."

The middle-aged lady snorted, "He’s my money tree that I’ve found. If you curse him to die, it’s like cursing me to lose money!"

The maid was at a loss for words.

The middle-aged lady closed Gu Chengfeng’s clothes and said, "Don’t just stand there, quickly go invite Doctor Liu over. Do you really want to watch him die?"

Doctor Liu was a local physician who happened to be at home, and the maid quickly brought him over.

After Doctor Liu wrote a prescription, the middle-aged lady sent the maid to gather the herbs.

While the medicine was being prepared, Gu Chengfeng woke up. His head felt groggy, his consciousness not as clear as usual, but he still recognized that this place wasn’t the alley where he had collapsed.

The room was filled with odd-looking people. They were considered strange for two reasons: one, their attire was excessively ostentatious, and two, the work they were doing at the moment.

"Isn’t it ready yet?" asked the middle-aged lady.

"Almost, almost!" the maid replied while pounding something in the bowl with a pestle and, at the same time, threw two leaves from a basket into it.

She poured the bowl’s contents into a paste, took out a small jar, and transferred the herbal paste into it.

Shortly, a black light appeared to flash from the small jar, which the maid quickly caught with a porcelain bottle.

"It’s ready, Madam!" she announced.

"Use it on him," said the middle-aged lady.

"Oh," the maid replied, turning towards Gu Chengfeng.

Instinct told Gu Chengfeng that this was not something beneficial. He steadied himself and with the little strength he had left, flipped the blanket off.