The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1069 - 1069 517 Reap What You Sow (Added )_2

Chapter 1069: 517 Reap What You Sow (Added Chapter)_2 Chapter 1069: 517 Reap What You Sow (Added Chapter)_2 Medical Officer: “…”

Waving a hand in front of Gu Jiao, the medical officer called out, “Hey, hey, girl? Miss? Little…boy?”

Gu Jiao didn’t respond.

“Alright, alright! I’m going to expose you right now!”

As the medical officer turned to leave, a ghastly murmur from behind stopped him, “Bury the corpse.”

The medical officer stumbled forward, smacking his forehead against the door, immediately raising a large bump.

He didn’t dare turn around, but twisted his head ever so slightly.

“Remember to bring back two steamed buns when you return, I’m hungry,” Gu Jiao said blandly, with her eyes closed.

“…I’m a man of Prince Yi, your doings could put me in an unjust position,” the medical officer said with righteous indignation.

Gu Jiao turned on her side, facing the inner side of the bed: “Fiddle with the first-aid kit a bit.”

Medical Officer: “Deal!”

…

Gu Jiao slept straight from noon until evening.

Her acute pulmonary edema, due to frostbite, showed slight improvement, but complete recovery wouldn’t be that quick; she needed to stay on the mountain for a few days.

Moreover—

Gu Jiao paused, then took two chloramphenicol capsules from the first-aid kit and swallowed them, before pouring a glass of water for herself.

Mid-sip, the medical officer arrived.

Seeing her awake and sitting at the table drinking water, the medical officer sized her up.

Truth be told, she was still a bit pale, clearly showing signs of having endured a severe chill, but compared to her earlier pallor when she was brought in that morning, it was much better; at least she wasn’t a corpse-like shade of white anymore.

“Here are the steamed buns you asked for,” said the medical officer as he placed the food container on the table, took out a bowl of steamed buns, and presented another bowl with Red Date Ginger Soup, “to ward off the cold. Drink up.”

If it were a lad, a bowl of ginger soup would suffice, but considering she was a girl, the medical officer had sliced some red dates and added a spoonful of brown sugar.

“And this,” said the medical officer, bringing over a small backpack from behind, “is yours, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” Gu Jiao nodded.

“I couldn’t find anything else inside, only this backpack,” the medical officer said, with a hint of regret.

Gu Jiao took the backpack, which Xiaoshun had made for her. It was very durable, having accompanied her from Capital City to here without so much as a scratch.

Setting down the backpack, Gu Jiao ate the steamed buns with the ginger soup.

The warm ginger soup caused her to break into a sweat, refreshing her significantly.

After eating, she fetched two pills from the first-aid kit and handed them to him: “Take these.”

“What are these?” asked the medical officer, eyeing the tablets in his palm warily.

“Medicine,” Gu Jiao stated.

“Why should I take medicine?” inquired the medical officer.

Gu Jiao indifferently replied, “Just take it if I’m telling you to; why so much nonsense?”

The medical officer was internally resistant; he didn’t know what the pills were. What if they were poisonous?

He glanced at the medicine in his hand, then at the first-aid kit on the table, “So if I take it, can I touch the kit some more?”

Gu Jiao: “No.”

Medical Officer: “…”

In the following two days, Gu Jiao quietly stayed inside the cabin to recover.

That soldier had vanished without a trace; when Vice Commander Feng couldn’t find him, he assigned another person to the task.

A soldier’s disappearance was no minor matter in the Military Camp, but the camp had since been preoccupied with a more significant event, leaving no room to worry about one missing soldier.

Prince Yi fell ill, experiencing chills and a high fever the second night after entering the camp.

Having been wounded by an arrow during the battle at Lingguan City, the medical officers at first thought his wound had become infected, leading to this series of symptoms.

However, after inspecting Prince Yi’s wound, they found it was healing well without any signs of inflammatory infection or suppuration.

The medical officers then speculated that Prince Yi had caught a cold and brewed a concoction to treat it.

Who would have thought that after taking the concoction, not only did Prince Yi show no signs of improvement, but on the third morning, he coughed up fresh red blood phlegm.

The medical officers made another diagnosis for Prince Yi, and this time, they finally sensed something was wrong.

Generally, coughing up such blood phlegm is due to a lung disease.

However, lung diseases come in many forms—there are those caused by colds, and there are those caused by… plagues!

“No, it can’t be the plague, right? Could it be tuberculosis?” a young medical officer asked fearfully.

Tuberculosis, also a kind of lung disease, is highly contagious in its early stages, but with the right medication, most cases become chronic — meaning it won’t immediately be fatal.

The contagion of a plague is even stronger than that of tuberculosis, with a higher mortality rate and faster death.

If they really had to choose between the two, of course, they would prefer Prince Yi to have tuberculosis.

“But looking at Prince Yi’s symptoms, it doesn’t seem like tuberculosis,” said an older medical officer.

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