The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: 106 Treatment, Cunning Little Monk (Two updates combined) _3

Gu Jiao suddenly gripped his wrist: “No need, what I need to see is not your face.”

Would she still be alive after seeing a person of his importance?

Gu Jiao covered his face with a curtain, exposing only the area below his waist.

After the examination, the man’s face had turned red.

Gu Jiao remained unruffled and nonchalant.

The man cleared his throat: “May I ask, what ailment do I have?”

Gu Jiao looked at the screen and the man understood, saying: “They are trustworthy, you can speak frankly.”

“Oh.” If the patient doesn’t mind, Gu Jiao, the doctor, also has nothing to hide.

“Syphilis.” Gu Jiao spoke bluntly.

“Nonsense!” A servant from behind the screen charged at her, glaring at Gu Jiao fiercely, “Our lord…”

Before he could finish speaking, the man sternly stopped him: “Silence! Step back!”

Grinding his teeth, the servant retreated behind the screen.

“I’m sorry for the offense, please don’t hold it against me.” The man’s voice and breath held no sign of fear, suggesting he had weathered many storms.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Gu Jiao asked.

The man nodded in pain.

A doctor had examined him before and told him he had syphilis. It was just that he stuttered to believe it.

He never indulged in lewd encounters, so how could he have contracted syphilis?

Gu Jiao, not interested in the man’s private affairs, merely enlightened him about the several transmission routes of syphilis, leaving him to figure out how he got infected.

Gu Jiao continued, “You’ve had this illness for a while; it’s already in the second stage. If left untreated, it will progress into the late stage.”

Syphilis, in its first and second stages, is relatively easy to cure. The late stage can also be managed but the damage it causes to the body is irreversible.

The man fell silent for a while before whispering, “Can you cure me?”

Gu Jiao gave him a look: “If I couldn’t, what am I doing here?”

The man was taken aback: “Can you really cure it?”

Gu Jiao put down her little backpack: “I’ll do my best, but it’d be better if you could get them to leave. Their constant alarm will affect my treatment.”

The man looked at the screen and said in a deep voice: “Did you all hear that? Leave.”