"Are you Jiaojiao?"
The man in front of me had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a wheat-colored complexion. He was about the same height as me, but slightly thin.
He simply couldn't believe that the young scholar in front of him was Su Yujiao.
Even if you can blacken your face, how can you change your height?
Su Yujiao seemed to sense his confusion, and gently lifted the hem of her robe to reveal the thick-soled boots on her feet.
Anyway, the roads are either filled with horse-drawn carriages or horses, so she doesn't have to walk. Even wearing high heels won't affect her travel.
Seeing her dressed like that, Gu Heng felt a little awkward, as if he had a crush on a man.
"What's wrong? Are you easily recognized?"
Gu Heng smiled helplessly: "It's too realistic. I'm a little uncomfortable with it for a moment."
Su Yujiao smiled shyly, took out two masks from her sleeve, and handed one to him.
"Wear this, it'll be safer."
Thank you.
Gu Heng led his men to join the Crown Prince's group. The Crown Prince glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Is this the quack doctor you described as having excellent medical skills?"
"Exactly."
"Brother Su is very righteous. Upon learning of the plague in Sichuan, he also wanted to do his part."
"Moreover, he had traveled extensively and was very knowledgeable, and had a lot of experience in controlling epidemics."
"What I think is that the most needed resources in the epidemic area right now are medicine and doctors. It would be good to bring one more person to help more people."
As he spoke, Gu Heng took out a mask from his pocket, handed it to the Crown Prince, and explained its purpose.
The Crown Prince noticed that the mask on Gu Heng's face served the same purpose as the triangular bandage given to him by the imperial physician.
However, this square mask seems to provide better coverage.
"Your Highness, I have prepared plenty of supplies. These masks will be changed every two hours."
"The used masks will be incinerated."
The prince frowned, seemingly feeling it was a waste; such fine cotton cloth could only be worn for two hours.
He asked why it couldn't be washed clean and reused?
Gu Heng couldn't answer, so he had to ask Su Yujiao to step forward and provide the answer.
Su Yujiao told him that reusing the product would lead to cross-infection and would therefore fail to prevent infection.
Of course, the capital is far from Sichuan, and the plague has not yet spread there, so there is no need to be overly cautious.
However, considering the prince's noble status, it's best to be cautious.
Before arriving in the epidemic area, others would wash their masks, disinfect them with Atractylodes lancea smoke, and then reuse them.
However, in epidemic areas, the incineration must be carried out every two hours to prevent the spread of infection.
After hearing Su Yujiao's explanation, the Crown Prince began to treat her differently.
The imperial physicians were completely helpless in the face of the plague, as if they had encountered a raging flood. No one wanted to take on this difficult task, and even he himself was forced to accept the order.
But the itinerant doctor in front of him seemed very experienced, and he spoke eloquently about methods to prevent the plague.
Most importantly, he has a patriotic heart and dared to go to the epidemic area on his own initiative.
"Get in the carriage. You will ride with me."
The crown prince felt much more at ease with him around.
As for why he so easily trusted the person in front of him, he couldn't explain it.
He felt a connection with her, and judging from her appearance, the Crown Prince didn't think she was a bad person.
Even Gu Heng was shocked that Su Yujiao could gain such trust from the Crown Prince.
Su Yujiao hesitated for a moment: "Your Highness, let me sit on the carriage shaft so that I can keep an eye on the situation at any time and it won't disturb your rest."
"That's excellent."
"If you are tired, you can rest in the car."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Seeing that the middle line was not moving for a long time, Lu Ziqian stopped to check the situation.
He immediately noticed the same mask on Gu Heng's face, the same color as his own, and his anger flared instantly.
He thought Su Yujiao had only made a mask for him, but he didn't expect her to prepare one for Gu Heng as well.
The thought of his wife being nice to another man made him feel very uncomfortable and awkward.
Lu Ziqian and Gu Heng looked at each other. Gu Heng's eyes were filled with a smile, as if he was deliberately showing off, and his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Lu Ziqian's face turned ashen, and even the Crown Prince could see the undercurrents between the two men.
When he was in the Eastern Palace, he heard some rumors. He had also met his cousin-in-law, and she was indeed as beautiful as a fairy.
Fearing the two might fight, the Crown Prince tried to ease the tension: "Cousin, was your mask also given to you by Physician Su?"
Su Yujiao, sitting on the carriage shaft, hadn't expected the Crown Prince to suddenly bring her up. Now, meeting Lu Ziqian's probing gaze, she felt flustered and anxious.
But she remained calm on the surface, made eye contact with him, and nodded slightly as a sign of politeness.
Lu Ziqian stared at Physician Su for a long time, feeling that the young doctor looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Your surname is Su?"
"From the Imperial Medical Academy?"
Su Yujiao lowered her voice: "I am just a wandering doctor."
Gu Heng immediately stepped forward to defuse the situation, saying that Physician Su was his friend, with superb medical skills, a clean background, and a transparent origin.
Lu Ziqian asked, almost as if possessed, "Did you make this mask?"
Before Su Yujiao could speak, Gu Heng stepped forward and said in a low voice, "General Lu knows perfectly well who made the masks, so why ask?"
"Of course, Physician Su can also do it, but his stitches are not as fine as a woman's. I still prefer the one that Jiaojiao gave me."
Lu Ziqian was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged when he heard Gu Heng's deliberately provocative words.
He grabbed Gu Heng by the collar and said in a low voice, "How dare you call her by her given name?"
Gu Heng smiled nonchalantly: "As long as she doesn't object, what right do you have to interfere?"
"Because I am her husband."
Gu Heng chuckled: "It won't be like that for long."
Looking at Gu Heng's confident expression, Lu Ziqian felt a sudden panic. What did he mean by those words?
Gu Heng is not one to make things up...
He wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince put on airs and reprimanded the two men. He then instructed Lu Ziqian to take the masks and his imperial edict and send someone to the next town to produce a batch of masks.
Since these masks are so useful, we should prepare plenty; they will definitely come in handy in the epidemic area.
Lu Ziqian glared at Gu Heng, then turned to Su Yujiao and said, "Doctor Su, where are the masks you made?"
"I heard you prepared quite a lot?"
He wanted to see if this Physician Su really knew anything about medicine.
Su Yujiao got off the carriage, walked to one of the carriages, stopped, opened a wooden box, and found a whole box of gray face masks inside.
It was the same style as the white mask on her face, just a different color.
"General Lu, is there anything else you would like to see?"
Lu Ziqian snorted coldly and left.
Before he left, Su Yujiao wrote another prescription and handed it to him, asking him to prepare more medicine for epidemic prevention.
She deliberately wrote with her left hand because she was afraid Lu Ziqian would discover her handwriting.
Actually, she knew she was overthinking it. Lu Ziqian didn't even care about her, so why would he care about her handwriting?
However, it's always best to be cautious in crucial moments.
Why does Physician Su write with his left hand?
"I accidentally pricked my finger while sewing masks yesterday."
As she spoke, she held out her hand for the other person to see. Her hand was small and slender, unlike a man's hand at all, except for her bronze skin.
If they were whiter and more delicate, these would definitely be a woman's hands.
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