The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1480: 723 Sister Complex (First Update)_2

Chapter 1480: 723 Sister Complex (First Update)_2

Gu Jiao thought about it, “Fatty Dahai?”

How could someone have such a strange name?

Pang Hai: “…”

“Please lend me some wound medicine,” Gu Changqing said to Pang Hai. After a pause, he added, “I need to send my fellow townsman back. Please take this coachman back. I’ll meet up with you at the inn later.”

“Do you know which inn?” Pang Hai asked.

“Fuyun Building,” Gu Changqing replied.

Pang Hai, seeing that he had not remembered incorrectly, turned to go to his own carriage to get the wound medicine.

He chose the bottle with the best efficacy.

By the time he came over to give Gu Changqing the medicine, Gu Changqing had already lifted Gu Jiao into the carriage.

Gu Jiao’s left ankle was severely swollen; even the top of her foot was puffed up, practically bursting from her shoe.

Gu Changqing sat down next to Gu Jiao, picked up her foot, and gently placed it on his own leg. “Let me see, bear with it a bit.”

When Pang Hai came over with the medicine, the scene he glimpsed through the carriage window was that of Gu Changqing removing someone’s shoe and cradling their white, tender, little plump foot in his broad palm.

Pang Hai was completely flabbergasted!

Was it really so sensational?

You, you, you…you couldn’t have taken a fancy to her, could you?

No wonder you showed no interest in women; turns out you damn well prefer men!

And prefer them that much younger than yourself!

Have you no shame, no shame at all!

It’s no wonder Pang Hai misunderstood. After all, Gu Changqing was notoriously difficult, once throwing to the ground the most famous courtesan in the region when she threw herself at him, mistaking her for an assassin!

That courtesan had broken three ribs and was still bedridden.

The world is declining, the world is declining!

After placing the wound medicine on the table inside through the carriage window, Pang Hai walked away without looking back!

…

In the Imperial Palace, Zhaoyang Hall.

Shangguan Yun’s breath gradually weakened, and even the life-sustaining elixir given by the National Master showed little effect.

The monarch had skipped the morning court.

He paced restlessly in the room, glancing towards the door from time to time.

His eyes were icy and fierce, and he was known to be a tyrant and a mad emperor—no one knew what dreadful things he might do in a fit of anger.

All the palace maids were as silent as cicadas in winter.

He snapped impatiently, “Not yet? Are the National Master Hall’s disciples dead?”

The National Master Hall held a distinguished position, and the monarch of Dayan rarely used such harsh words to rebuke the National Master Hall.

Zhang Dequan hurriedly trotted out and said to the eunuch at the door, “Go check again to see if the disciples from the National Master Hall have returned.”

The monarch looked at the National Master and said irritably, “I told you to let Wang Xu bring him here by force! But you insisted on having the National Master Hall’s disciples invite him!”

The National Master replied, “That young man, I’m afraid Wang Xu might not be able to bind him.”

“Hmph!” the monarch scoffed coldly and flung his sleeve.

“He’s here, he’s here! He has come!” Zhang Dequan suddenly rushed into the room, excitedly announcing, “The disciples of the National Master Hall have brought the person!”

The monarch frowned and ordered, “Bring them in quickly!”

“Yes!” Zhang Dequan shouted outside, “Hurry up, all of you, hurry!”

They were indeed hurrying, as the disciples from the National Master Hall and Xiao Hen had almost run at full speed into Zhaoyang Hall.

Although Gu Jiao had entered the palace before, she had not been granted an audience by the monarch, hence the monarch did not recognize “Xiao Liulang.”

His gaze fell on this young man with an ordinary appearance: “You are Xiao Liulang?”

Xiao Hen glanced at the screen in front of the bed and said, “I am Xiao Liulang’s medicine boy. We were attacked on the road, and she was held back by assassins. This is her first aid kit.”

As he spoke, he removed the small basket from his back and passed it to Zhang Dequan standing by.

Knowing to give it to the supervising eunuch showed a knowledge of rules that no ordinary medicine boy would understand.

But at such a critical juncture, no one bothered with such trivial details.

The monarch was furious at the assassination attempt on the former princess’s physician—no one would believe that was a coincidence!

The monarch roared, “Summon Wang Xu!”

Zhang Dequan quickly responded, “Yes!”

The National Master looked deeply at Xiao Hen.

Xiao Hen’s peripheral vision also caught the National Master.

This man closely matched the characteristics Gu Jiao had described, and he stood by the monarch with neither flattery nor fear on his face.

It must be the National Master.

The National Master was aware that Gu Jiao didn’t have a medicine boy with her; otherwise, she would have brought one along for Gu Yan’s surgery last time.

Of course, he could claim he was new.

But it was uncertain whether the National Master would believe that.

“Give me the first aid kit,” the National Master instructed Zhang Dequan.

Zhang Dequan brought over the small first-aid kit and handed it to the National Master.

The National Master picked up the small first-aid kit and walked behind the screen.

Xiao Hen’s gaze was fixed on the screen. The short distance equated to just a few steps, but he was unable to cross it.

“Medicine boy, come over and help.”

The National Master spoke indifferently.

Xiao Hen’s eyes moved, and he stepped forward regardless of whether the emperor had agreed or not.

Placing the small first-aid kit on the stool beside the bed, the National Master told Xiao Hen, “Open it.”

You haven’t even tried and you’re asking me to open it. Are you too lazy to do it yourself, or do you know that I’m the only one in this room who can open it?

Doubts flickered in Xiao Hen’s mind.

But to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he could open it either.

If he couldn’t open it, was he really expected to kick it open right in front of the National Master?

Fortunately, Xiao Hen opened the small first-aid kit with ease.

The National Master’s expression didn’t change in the slightest as he took hemostatic medicine and a few other drugs that Xiao Hen had never seen before out of the kit.

Then he started to treat Shangguan Yun’s wounds.

Shangguan Yun had injuries all over her body. The National Master had already taken care of the minor ones; next, he had to treat the serious injury on her waist.

Shangguan Yun’s condition wasn’t good, and even with emergency medicines, it could only be temporarily stabilized.

The National Master said, “She needs surgery.”

The emperor replied from behind the screen, “Then perform the surgery!”

The National Master responded, “I cannot perform this operation, only Xiao Liulang can. Moreover, she doesn’t have much time. If surgery isn’t performed within half an hour, she will lose the last chance for treatment.”

Half an hour…

Xiao Hen clenched his fingers.

The emperor sent Wang Xu and disciples from the National Master Hall to fetch someone. If they didn’t bring Xiao Liulang back, they were to come back with their heads.

Xiao Liulang had been pursued, and no one could guarantee he was still alive.

Even if he had fortunately survived, the journey from the Imperial Palace to the site of the incident took more than half an hour just to get there. Even if they used the Han Family’s Hei Fengqi and ran their legs off, it was impossible to bring someone back in time.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the entire Zhaoyang Hall.

Shangguan Yun’s life was slipping away.

A dull ache throbbed in Xiao Hen’s chest, and he suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Was he worried about Jiaojiao?

Or was it—

The National Master, holding Shangguan Yun’s wrist, exclaimed, “This isn’t good; she’s lost her pulse!”

Xiao Hen’s eyes trembled.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! She’s here! She’s come!”

Zhang Dequan’s excited voice came from outside the door.

It was Wang Xu who had led someone into the palace.

Just as he arrived at the Palace Gate, he encountered Gu Jiao alighting from the carriage.

“Everyone out,” Gu Jiao commanded as she strode into the room.

The emperor said, “I—”

Gu Jiao interrupted, “You too, go out.”

The emperor: “…”

—The emperor was ushered out.

Aside from Xiao Hen and the National Master, everyone else was cleared out by Gu Jiao.

Xiao Hen waited outside the screen.

The scene was somewhat bloody, and Gu Jiao didn’t want him to see it.

Gu Jiao opened the small first-aid kit and disinfected her hands with the solution.

The National Master briefed her on Shangguan Yun’s condition.

Gu Jiao quickly concluded, “She has fractures at the second and fourth lumbar vertebrae, multiple instances of soft tissue contusion, and many more potential injuries… This place isn’t equipped for surgery, have someone prepare a stretcher.”

The National Master glanced at her and reminded, “She has already lost her pulse.”

Gu Jiao, with her gloved hands raised, approached the bed. She looked at the pale Shangguan Yun and said calmly and with rapid speed, “I know, start with resuscitation, one milligram of adrenaline, get ready to inject.”