The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605: 290 Selling Cuteness (Second Update)_2

They were hands that have done hard labor.

Gu Jiao took her pulse, then withdrew her hands. "Your abdomen has been chilled and there is a sign of blood stasis. You need to take some herbal medicine that will relax your muscles and promote blood circulation. I will also prescribe you some painkillers; take one when the pain is unbearable, don’t tough it out until you pass out."

After speaking, Gu Jiao turned around, placed her small knapsack on the table, and gathered the medicine from her first aid kit, separating it into porcelain bottles. She then wrote the instructions and dosage on the bottle labels with a charcoal pen.

Gu Jiao hadn’t asked how she ended up in Ciyu Village, whether she came of her own free will or was driven out by the Marquis Residence. Following Gu Jiao’s distribution of the medicine, she prepared to leave.

"Sister..." Gu Jinyu suddenly called out, her tone and expression filled with hesitation and unease. "Are mother and my little brother well?"

"They’re okay." Gu Jiao answered succinctly.

"I’m sorry." She whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Gu Jiao said indifferently, "A patient doesn’t need to apologize to their doctor."

Gu Jinyu looked directly at Gu Jiao and said, "I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m not pretending. After living at the orphanage for a while, I truly realized how hard life is for the poor. You must have had it even harder, right? I heard that the family you lived with often refused to feed you. They beat you and forced you to work, and if it wasn’t for the identity switch, I should have been the one bearing it all.

I stole your life, and in the end, I jealously despised you because I couldn’t get the care from mother and my little brother, and because you were a mere peasant woman from the country..."

There are a few intelligent and clever children in Ciyu Village, but they have been abandoned in this place where they can’t get an education or learn anything, and their potential is being wasted so senselessly.

If it had been me left in the country back then, I’d probably have ended up like them. I always looked down on you, thinking I was superior because of my education, but I never realized that these opportunities were afforded to me because of your identity. If you grew up in the Marquis Residence like me, how could you be any worse off than I am now?

I always refuse to admit that you are better than me because of my vanity. I’m not asking for your forgiveness; I just want to tell you that I won’t do it again, whether you believe that I’m turning over a new leaf or simply resigning myself to my fate. Either way, I couldn’t stay in the Marquis Residence for much longer.