The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1109 - 1109 535 Crafty Jiaojiao (Second Release)_2

Chapter 1109: 535 Crafty Jiaojiao (Second Release)_2 Chapter 1109: 535 Crafty Jiaojiao (Second Release)_2 Gu Jiao’s head tilted slightly, “I fell asleep.”

Xiao Hen: “…”

Xiao Hen laughed softly, “Alright, I know.”

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again, tenderly and with restraint, with a dominance that was also gentle.

Gu Jiao fell asleep amidst immense pleasure, and upon waking, she felt indescribably refreshed and clear-headed.

Xiao Hen was no longer there; he had left a note on the bedside table explaining that he had gone to the Ministry of Justice to assist with a case.

The note was filled with a sense of official duty, without a trace of affectionate tone, yet on the table, he had considerately left Gu Jiao’s favorite pastries and dried meat.

Gu Jiao tried a piece of pastry.

Mm, so sweet.

After getting ready, Gu Jiao went to the ward next door, Mo Qianxue’s.

This chamber had been converted into a ward thanks to Gu Chenglin—it was during the days when Gu Chenglin refused to leave that Gu Jiao decided to renovate the room, adding a surgery bed while retaining the original framed bed.

The Medical Officer had been on watch all night, and it wasn’t until Doctor Song arrived that he was relieved of his shift.

Doctor Song was now in the room.

While taking care of Mo Qianxue, Doctor Song was not idle; he was going through the medical records compiled in recent days, hoping to quickly improve his own medical skills.

Gu Jiao entered the room.

Hearing the noise, Doctor Song stood up and greeted Gu Jiao, “Doctor Gu.”

“How is she doing?” Gu Jiao asked.

Doctor Song said, “For the moment, there is no major worry, no post-surgery infection has occurred, and the drainage of fluid and gas from the chest cavity is also quite good.”

While battling in Yuegu City, Doctor Song had followed Gu Jiao in performing several surgeries for pneumothorax, so he knew what to look out for.

Gu Jiao nodded, “You go have a rest; I’ll keep watch.”

Doctor Song did not refuse.

Gu Jiao disliked surface effort, such as deliberately feigning diligence. A person’s diligence is reflected in their medical skills and ethics, not in these little things.

“I will come back after having a meal,” Doctor Song said.

Gu Jiao: “Mm.”

…

The case of Mo Qianxue had been spread throughout the entire Capital City overnight, after all, she was the courtesan from Xianle Inn, and her death was so tragic.

Hua Xiyao was the prime suspect, but all the evidence eventually showed that Hua Xiyao was not the killer of Mo Qianxue.

Because of Mo Qianxue’s death, the tea house, which was supposed to open after the 15th, started business early, and the number of people sitting in the tea house to listen to gossip was far from few.

As for the murderer who killed Mo Qianxue, there was a myriad of speculation: some said it was revenge killing, some said it was a crime of passion, and others suggested it was competition among peers. Ruanxiang Pavilion and Qingfeng Building, the two places second only to Xianle Inn in terms of renown for romantic affairs, suddenly became the targets of public criticism.

“It’s been three days, and I heard the murderer still hasn’t been found.”

In Gu Jiao’s courtyard, the second shopkeeper and Gu Jiao sat under the corridor, enjoying the view and drinking tea.

The second shopkeeper was speaking.

In the past few days, when the Medical Hall was not busy, he would come over to gossip with Gu Jiao.

The second shopkeeper clicked his tongue, “That murderer was too cruel, not only did they kill someone, but they also slashed the person’s face seventeen or eighteen times. How deep must the hatred be?”

“Not seventeen or eighteen slashes, five slashes,” said a haughty female voice from inside the ward. The second shopkeeper was taken aback and turned to look, “Who is talking?”

“Your granny.”

Second Shopkeeper: “…”

“Did that girl wake up?” the second shopkeeper whispered to Gu Jiao.

“Seems like it,” Gu Jiao replied, putting down her teacup and standing up to push open the ward’s door.

The drainage tube had already been removed from Mo Qianxue, and she was neatly dressed, of course, in Gu Jiao’s clothes.

Gu Jiao was taller than her, but the clothes, being loose and baggy, were just right as a patient’s attire.

“How are you feeling?” Gu Jiao approached the bed and took her stethoscope to listen to her heart and lungs.

Mo Qianxue blocked her hand and, sizing her up and down haughtily, said indignantly, “Was it you?”

The question was abrupt.

Yet Gu Jiao seemed to fully understand; she didn’t deny it: “Yes, it was me.”

Mo Qianxue’s tone grew colder, “You’re a woman?”

Gu Jiao honestly replied, “Yes.”

Mo Qianxue’s tone became even colder, “And you’re not mute?”

Gu Jiao continued to answer honestly, “Mm, I’m not.”

Mo Qianxue gnashed her teeth, “Liar!”

Gu Jiao: “…”

Gu Jiao moved Mo Qianxue’s hand out of the way; Mo Qianxue struggled, but being seriously injured, she was no match for Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao held her wrist, “Be good, don’t move, or the wound might split open again.”

Mo Qianxue’s lips moved several times, and with a cold snort, she turned her face away.

Gu Jiao’s stethoscope slipped under Mo Qianxue’s clothes, only separated by a thin bellyband.