Chapter 517 Reap What You Sow (Bonus Chapter)
After Fengshi's dagger was pried off, he took the broken dagger to the armory, found the soldiers who forged weapons, and asked them to repair his dagger.
These soldiers were all blacksmiths by trade; they came to the military camp to do nothing but forge iron.
Right now, they are busy repairing the soldiers' damaged armor and weapons.
Although Feng Shi was the son-in-law's man, repairing armor and weapons was an urgent order from Prince Yi.
Finally, a soldier finished repairing his armor, and Feng Shi quickly handed him his dagger.
The soldier took it and examined it, saying, "The blade is broken."
Feng Shi asked, "Can't it be repaired?"
The soldier replied truthfully, "It's difficult. We usually repair the kind of blades that are chipped or nicked. Your dagger is broken like this, it's very difficult to reattach it, and even if we did, there would still be marks on it."
The main problem is that their blacksmithing skills are not up to par these days. It is said that in the Liang Kingdom, they could make broken blades fit together without any flaws.
"Then, is there no other way?" Fengshi asked.
"Melt it down and start over," the soldier said.
"If I redo it, will it still be the dagger that the master gave me?" Feng Shi felt a lump in his throat, but there was nothing he could do.
He broke the dagger his father gave him in order to pry open a small, broken box. It's infuriating!
Fengshi ultimately did not choose to melt the blade; he walked back with the broken dagger in his hand.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the place where Gu Jiao was being held.
That was the courtyard where miscellaneous items were stored in the house, and as the physician said, very few people came here.
However, a large number of soldiers were drilling just fifty paces from the main gate of the miscellaneous storehouse.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the defenses of the junkyard were very tight.
Feng Shi was angry and couldn't help but want to take it out on the Zhao Kingdom soldier.
He arrived at Gu Jiao's house and noticed that the guards were gone, so he frowned.
He remembered that the door was open when he left, but it was closed now.
The strange sights made his face darken instantly. He pushed open the door and entered the room without ceremony, glancing around warily.
The physician was standing in front of the bed, bending down to bandage the wound on the wrist of the Zhao soldier. Hearing the noise behind him and feeling the cold wind blowing in from outside, the physician turned around and said to Feng Shi, "Deputy General Feng, please close the door. The patient is already frostbitten and cannot be exposed to the wind any longer, or he will not recover."
"Can he really recover?" Although Feng Shi told the physician to keep the boy alive, he didn't really care. After all, he had been in the border region for many years and had seen too many people with frostbite. People who were frostbitten to this extent basically wouldn't live for more than a few days.
The physician cleared his throat and said with displeasure, "Is Lieutenant General Feng questioning my medical skills?"
Feng Shi was speechless for a moment. Although he was indeed questioning, it was always embarrassing to say it out loud.
He coughed lightly, looked at the boy's wrist, and said, "Why did you untie his rope?"
The physician said sternly, "He's injured. Didn't you tell me to keep him alive? How can I bandage his wounds if I don't untie the ropes? What if he gets an infection if I don't bandage him? He's frozen like this and only has one breath left. It's a miracle he's still alive. If we delay any longer, even a miracle worker couldn't save him!"
Since the physician said the boy was on his last breath, Feng Shi stopped worrying about whether or not his hands were bound.
"How much longer until he wakes up?" Fengshi asked.
"That's hard to say," the physician said, glancing at the door of the cloak. "If you let him continue to be exposed to the wind, he probably won't wake up for ten days or half a month!"
Feng Shi quickly went inside and closed the door.
He quickly realized something was wrong with himself. What was he doing coming in? He didn't want to keep an eye on this kid!
"Where are the people outside?" Feng Shi asked.
The physician pretended to turn his back, bandaging a non-existent wound for Gu Jiao while his eyes darted around as he said, "How would I know? I've been inside treating him the whole time."
"Where has that kid gone off to again?" Feng Shi said impatiently as he left the house.
"Door!"
The physician's voice came from inside the room.
Feng Shi frowned and slammed the door shut behind him!
Once he was sure Feng Shi was far away, the physician's legs gave way and he collapsed onto the edge of the bed.
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, panting heavily: "That scared me to death, that scared me to death... Luckily, I didn't give myself away... You have no idea how ruthless Prince Yi is... If he had found out I helped you..."
The physician suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through his speech. He looked closely and saw that Gu Jiao had actually fallen asleep in just a short while!
Medical officer: "..."
The physician waved his hand in front of Gu Jiao's eyes: "Hey, hey, girl? young lady? boy?"
Gu Jiao did not react.
"Fine! Fine! I'll expose you right now!"
The physician turned to leave, but just as he reached the door, a ghostly voice came from behind him: "Bury the body."
The physician stumbled forward and fell, his forehead hitting the door panel, immediately causing a large bump.
He didn't dare turn around, only slightly turning his head.
"Remember to bring two steamed buns when you come back, I'm hungry," Gu Jiao said softly with her eyes closed.
“…I am a man of the Prince Yi, and you are putting me in an unjust position,” the physician said righteously.
Gu Jiao turned over, facing the inside of the bed: "Let me touch the first-aid kit a couple of times."
Physician: "Deal!"
...
Gu Jiao slept straight from noon until evening.
Her acute pulmonary edema caused by frostbite has improved slightly, but a full recovery won't be quick; she'll have to stay on the mountain for a few more days.
not to mention--
Gu Jiao paused, took two chloramphenicol pills from the first-aid kit and swallowed them, then poured herself a glass of water.
The physician arrived halfway through the drink.
When the physician saw that she was awake and sitting at the table drinking water, he couldn't help but look her up and down.
To be honest, his face was still a bit pale, and you could tell he had been freezing, but he was much better than when he was brought in this morning. At least he wasn't as deathly pale as a corpse anymore.
"Here you go, the steamed buns you ordered." The physician placed the food box on the table, took out a bowl of steamed buns, and then brought out a bowl of red date and ginger soup. "It's to ward off the cold, drink it."
If it were really a boy, a bowl of ginger soup would be enough. But considering that she was a girl, the physician cut a few slices of red dates and added a spoonful of brown sugar.
"And this too." The physician took a small basket from behind his back. "Is this yours?"
"Mm." Gu Jiao nodded.
"I can't find anything inside, I only found this basket," the physician said regretfully.
Gu Jiao brought over the small basket, which Gu Xiaoshun had woven for her. It was very durable and had accompanied her from the capital to here, and it had hardly ever broken.
Gu Jiao put down her small basket and ate the steamed bun with ginger soup.
After drinking the warm ginger soup, Gu Jiao broke into a sweat and felt much more comfortable.
After she finished eating, she took two pills from the medicine box and handed them to him: "Take these."
"What is this?" the physician asked, looking curiously at the pills in his palm.
"Medicine," Gu Jiao said.
"Why do I need to take medicine?" the physician asked.
Gu Jiao said indifferently, "Just eat what I tell you to eat, stop talking nonsense."
The physician was reluctant, as he didn't know what kind of medicine it was and what if it was poison?
He looked at the medicine in his hand, then at the small medicine box on the table. "After taking it, can I touch it a little more?"
Gu Jiao: "No."
Medical officer: "..."
For the next two days, Gu Jiao quietly stayed in the small house to recuperate.
The soldier had disappeared, and since Deputy General Feng couldn't find him, he sent a new one.
The disappearance of a soldier in the military camp is no small matter, but a bigger incident has occurred in the camp in the past few days, and there is no time to take care of a single soldier.
Prince Yi fell ill. On the second night after he moved into the village, he suddenly developed chills and a high fever.
During the battle of Lingguan City, Prince Yi was shot and wounded. The physicians initially believed that his wound had become infected, which led to this series of events.
However, when the physicians examined Prince Yi's injuries, they found that the wounds were healing well and there were no signs of infection such as redness, swelling, or ulceration.
The physicians then speculated that Prince Yi had caught a cold and prepared a decoction for him to treat it.
Unexpectedly, after taking a dose of herbal medicine, Prince Yi not only did not improve, but on the morning of the third day, he coughed up bright red blood.
The physicians examined Prince Yi again, and this time, they finally noticed something was wrong.
Generally speaking, coughing up bloody sputum is caused by a lung disease.
However, there are many kinds of lung diseases, including lung diseases caused by wind and cold, and lung diseases caused by plague!
"No, it can't be the plague, can it? Could it be tuberculosis?" a young physician asked anxiously.
Tuberculosis is also a type of lung disease. It is highly contagious in its early stages, but as long as the right medicine is taken, most cases will become chronic, which means it will not be immediately fatal.
The plague was more contagious than tuberculosis, had a higher mortality rate, and caused people to die faster.
If they had to choose between the two, they would certainly prefer that Prince Yi had tuberculosis.
“But judging from Prince Yi’s symptoms, it doesn’t seem like tuberculosis,” said an older physician.
These words silenced all the medical officers.
Meanwhile, in the silver fox man's study, Feng Shi was reporting to him on the Prince's condition.
"The doctors say that Prince Yi has contracted a lung disease, but they dare not say for sure what kind of lung disease it is," Feng Shi said truthfully.
“Lung disease…could it be…” The silver-foxed man shook his head. “No, impossible. Uncle hasn’t been in contact with any of those plague patients. Cough cough!”
As he was speaking, he suddenly started coughing violently.
"My lord! Are you alright?" Feng Shi stepped forward, poured a cup of hot tea for the silver fox man, and presented it to him with both hands.
The silver-foxed man took the hot tea and took a few sips, but instead of stopping, it became even more intense.
"Cough! Cough!" He placed the teacup on the table, frowning, and said, "Pour some cold tea!"
"Yes!" Fengshi poured him a cup of cold tea.
The silver-foxed man took a sip, which seemed to stop the coughing somewhat, but he soon coughed violently again.
"My lord!" Fengshi looked at him with concern.
The silver-foxed man waved his hand and said calmly, "It's nothing, just a slight cold."
The silver-foxed man was a peerless master; a minor ailment like a cold was no match for him, and he rarely paid it any mind.
"It will be fine in a few days. Please have someone keep a close eye on my uncle and make sure nothing happens to him."
Prince Yi is the most legitimate member of the previous dynasty's royal family and the direct descendant of the last Emperor Shizong. He cannot be allowed to get into trouble.
Feng Shi said earnestly, "My lord, you must also take care of yourself. If something really happens to Prince Yi, you will be the only descendant of the royal family."
"It's not like I don't have a son." The silver-foxed man stopped mid-sentence. "I understand. You may leave."
After Fengshi left, the silver-foxed man sat alone in the study for a long time until it was late at night and he got up and left the study.
He arrived at the door of a side room.
The maid standing outside the door bowed to him and said, "Your Highness, Prince Consort."
"Has the princess rested?" the silver fox man asked.
"It's time to rest," the maid said.
The silver-foxed man was about to go inside when he couldn't help coughing twice. He turned around and covered his mouth with his fist: "Cough cough!"
"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?" the maid asked.
The silver-foxed man lowered his fist and said calmly, "I'm fine. Never mind, the princess is resting, so I won't go in and disturb her."
The following morning, the physicians finally diagnosed Prince Yi with the plague.
The silver-foxed man was in his study looking at the village's military defense map when he heard the news.
He put down the picture book in his hand, frowned, and looked at Feng Shi: "What did you say? What happened to my uncle?"
"Your Highness Prince Yi... Your Highness Prince Yi... has contracted the plague!"
"impossible!"
"That's what the physicians said! They even sent me to ask you, sir, whether His Highness Prince Yi needs to be isolated?"
“But Uncle…” The silver fox man stood up excitedly, then he felt a tickle in his throat, so he picked up a handkerchief and covered his mouth, coughing violently.
After coughing, he removed the handkerchief and saw a patch of fresh blood on it.
"My lord!" Feng Shi saw it too, and his expression changed drastically! He strode towards the silver-foxed man!
"Don't come any closer!" The silver-foxed man raised his hand to block him, his eyes flickering slightly, his expression complex. "You go out first, and no one is allowed to come into this study again."
Fengshi: "But..."
Silver fox man: "Get out!"
Fengshi clenched his fist: "...Yes!"
Feng Shi gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked out of the study.
However, the moment he stepped out, he suddenly bent over and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Prince Yi: Kill her!
Prince Consort: Uncle, don't be afraid. How could she possibly kill five thousand of us by herself?
Little Epidemic: Hello?
(End of this chapter)
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