The Prime Minister’s Darling - Chapter 139
Chapter 139: 106 Treatment, Cunning Little Monk (Two updates combined) _3
Gu Jiao suddenly gripped his wrist: “No need, what I need to see is not your face.”
Would she still be alive after seeing a person of his importance?
Gu Jiao covered his face with a curtain, exposing only the area below his waist.
After the examination, the man’s face had turned red.
Gu Jiao remained unruffled and nonchalant.
The man cleared his throat: “May I ask, what ailment do I have?”
Gu Jiao looked at the screen and the man understood, saying: “They are trustworthy, you can speak frankly.”
“Oh.” If the patient doesn’t mind, Gu Jiao, the doctor, also has nothing to hide.
“Syphilis.” Gu Jiao spoke bluntly.
“Nonsense!” A servant from behind the screen charged at her, glaring at Gu Jiao fiercely, “Our lord…”
Before he could finish speaking, the man sternly stopped him: “Silence! Step back!”
Grinding his teeth, the servant retreated behind the screen.
“I’m sorry for the offense, please don’t hold it against me.” The man’s voice and breath held no sign of fear, suggesting he had weathered many storms.
“You knew, didn’t you?” Gu Jiao asked.
The man nodded in pain.
A doctor had examined him before and told him he had syphilis. It was just that he stuttered to believe it.
He never indulged in lewd encounters, so how could he have contracted syphilis?
Gu Jiao, not interested in the man’s private affairs, merely enlightened him about the several transmission routes of syphilis, leaving him to figure out how he got infected.
Gu Jiao continued, “You’ve had this illness for a while; it’s already in the second stage. If left untreated, it will progress into the late stage.”
Syphilis, in its first and second stages, is relatively easy to cure. The late stage can also be managed but the damage it causes to the body is irreversible.
The man fell silent for a while before whispering, “Can you cure me?”
Gu Jiao gave him a look: “If I couldn’t, what am I doing here?”
The man was taken aback: “Can you really cure it?”
Gu Jiao put down her little backpack: “I’ll do my best, but it’d be better if you could get them to leave. Their constant alarm will affect my treatment.”
The man looked at the screen and said in a deep voice: “Did you all hear that? Leave.”
“My lord!”
“Do you want me to repeat myself?”
“We dare not.”
The two servants left, worried and helpless.
“Why did you come out?” asked the young guard.
One of the servants said: “The lord asked us to leave, and we had no choice. She is just a young maiden, lacks the strength to truss a chicken, she’s clearly incapable of martial arts and won’t cause any harm to our lord…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the young man clenched his fist and rushed into the room. But before he could fully open the door, Gu Jiao kicked him out!
The young guard was like a sandbag being hit hard, crashed against a big tree with a loud bang, and got hung on a branch.
The young guard spat out a mouthful of rotten tree leaves: What…what happened to the so-called ‘lacks the strength to truss a chicken’?
Gu Jiao bolted the door, took out a penicillin skin test from the first aid kit: “Give me your hand.”
The man looked at the strange needle through the curtain, inexplicably scared: “What are you going to do?”
Gu Jiao said: “Giving you an injection, if you want to recover, be a good boy.”
The man indicated that he did not want to be obedient.
Gu Jiao looked serious: “Sigh, I am a doctor of the Medical Hall. All the people in the Medical Hall are being controlled by your men. Do you think I can escape if I harm you?”
The man thought Gu Jiao made sense, but it was not that he suspected Gu Jiao would have ulterior motives, he was just scared!
Gu Jiao decisively grasped his wrist. She was adept at dealing with disobedient patients. Before the man could react, Gu Jiao had completed the skin test.
The man looked at the small bump on his wrist: “…um?”
The best medicine to treat syphilis is penicillin, but unfortunately, there was no penicillin in ancient times. That makes it troublesome to cure, with few cases of complete recovery. This is why the man thought he was hopeless.
However, in Gu Jiao’s hands, this disease really was not an incurable illness.
The skin test showed he was not allergic.
Gu Jiao held the syringe and walked towards him: “Bear with it.”
Seeing that this needle was several times larger than the previous one, the man started shaking!
—- It turns out, no matter how high-ranking a man is, he might still be afraid of injections!
“Uh…” The man bit into the pillow, enduring the most terrifying torture he had experienced till now.
Gu Jiao gathered her stuff and said to him: “Take precautions for isolation. I will come again in seven days.”
After negotiating with Xiao Liulang, Zhou, the steward, immediately sent a message by carrier pigeon back to the Lin Family in the Provincial City.
