Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered? - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: The General is Sick, He Just Needs a Good Beating (30)
Translator: asassin
Standing in front of the bed as he looks at Ah Zhao whose face is feverish red because of her temperature, Huo Jun is drowning in guilt.

Crunching down, he holds her hand and calls her: “My Lady… Ah Zhao?”

All his doubt, anger and struggle seems to be washed away as he looks at the girl who lies in bed, so weak as if she will be taken away from him just because of a little illness.

What’s the big deal?

He thinks.

It doesn’t matter if she comes here for a purpose, as long as she is here. She can’t do anything under my watch.

It’s not appropriate for him to think like that. If that thought is learned about by someone else, he might be remarked as losing his head over beauty.

But it is appropriate for a man faced with the woman he loves to think like that.

After all, love can’t be explained by reason nor common sense.

The doctor who knows Western medicine arrives soon. However, after a laborious check and pondering, he concludes it is an allergy.

“An allergy?”

Huo Jun calls Lv Zhu over and asks her in detail about what Ah Zhao has eaten or touched today.

As Lv Zhu is speaking, a famous old doctor in Pingjing also arrives.

It is said that this old doctor would die before he was in a car. Therefore, left without a choice, Huo Jun’s guards threw him over a horse and rushed back which almost cost the old man half of his life.

By now, his legs are still shaking, his head dizzy from the ride. He wasn’t happy about that but when he looks into Huo Jun’s murderous eyes, he regains his strength.

Coughing slightly, he walks up and takes Ah Zhao’s pulses carefully. Then, he opens her eyes and asks a maid to open Ah Zhao’s mouth to look at her tongue.

“What’s wrong with her?” Huo Jun asks.

Stroking his beard as he ponders, the old doctor speaks a while later: “It seems to me that My Lady has used something bad for her health, in addition, she isn’t in a good shape. That combination caused such a bad condition.”

The doctor of Western medicine isn’t very happy to hear that. “Sir, are you sure? My Lady’s heart rate is too fast. She is in a coma and has a temperature. According to the maid, she also has rash. It’s clearly an allergy.”

The old doctor turns grave as his eyes widening and he starts to argue with the young man.

It’s common since this period saw the fiercest clash between traditional Chinese culture and Western culture.

Old doctors who treat patients with traditional Chinese medicine and young doctors who returned home after receiving an education overseas hold each other in contempt, each party regarding the other as a hoax.

Huo Jun suddenly scolds coldly: “Shut up! I didn’t invite you here to watch you debate. Who can cure my wife?” He glances at them.

The old doctor, clearly more experienced, says as he tugs at his beard: “I have 80% certainty of success.”

The young doctor glares at the old one then turns to Huo Jun and lowers his head. “General, I need to find out what causes My Lady’s allergy before I can come up with a treatment.”

Huo Jun lets out a sigh and looks at the old doctor: “Then, I’ll have to ask for your help, sir.”

The young doctor isn’t convinced. However, it isn’t appropriate for him to say anything further so he asks politely if he could watch how the old doctor is going to carry out a treatment.

Huo Jun, who doesn’t have time for him, lets him be.