The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

Chapter 517.1: Reaping What One Has Sown

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Meanwhile, after Feng Shi's dagger was broken, he took the remains of the dagger straight to the armory where weapons were forged. He found the soldiers responsible for repairing weapons and asked them to restore his dagger.

These soldiers were all trained blacksmiths and had come to the military camp solely to work on forging iron.

At that moment, they were busy patching up the damaged armor and weapons of the soldiers and were a bit overwhelmed with the workload.

Although Feng Shi was affiliated with the Imperial Son-in-law, repairing armors and weapons was an urgent order from Yi Wang.

Finally, when one soldier finished repairing his armor, Feng Shi hurriedly handed over his broken dagger to him.

The soldier took it and examined it, saying, "The blade is completely broken."

Feng Shi inquired, "Can't it be fixed?"

The soldier truthfully replied, "It's very difficult. Usually, we mend blades that are bent or chipped. Your dagger is broken to such an extent that it's hard to reattach it, and even if we do, it will show signs of damage."

Mainly, their current blacksmithing techniques weren't that refined. It was said that in the State of Liang, they could mend a broken blade seamlessly.

"Then... is there no other way?" Feng Shi asked.

"We'll have to melt it down and remake it." The soldier said.

"Remaking it means it won't be the dagger My Lord gave me anymore?" Feng Shi felt choked up, but there was no other option.

He was infuriated at the thought that he had broken the dagger His Lordship had given him while prying open a small broken box. Thinking about it was truly exasperating!

In the end, Feng Shi chose not to melt down the blade. He carried the fractured dagger and headed back.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Unknowingly, he arrived at the place where Gu Jiao was being detained.

It was a courtyard in the residence used to store miscellaneous items, as the physician had mentioned, and indeed, there was hardly anyone around.

However, about fifty steps away from the main gate of this sundries courtyard, there were a large number of soldiers training.

Strictly speaking, the defense of the sundries courtyard was quite tight.

Feeling frustrated, Feng Shi couldn't help but want to vent his anger on the State of Zhao soldier.

He approached Gu Jiao's room and noticed that the guarding soldier was missing. He furrowed his brows.

He remembered the door being open when he left, but now it was closed.

His expression darkened because of all the oddities. Without any politeness, he pushed the door and stepped inside, cautiously scanning around.

He saw the physician standing by the bed, stooping over to dress the wound on the wrist of the State of Zhao soldier.

The physician heard the noise behind him and felt the cold draft from outside. He turned back to Feng Shi and said, "Deputy General Feng, would you mind closing the door? The patient is already suffering from frostbite, we can't afford any more exposure to the wind, or he won't recover."

"Can he really still recover?" Although Feng Shi ordered the physician to keep the youth alive, he wasn't concerned. After all, having spent years on the border, he had seen too many cases of frostbite, and those frozen to this extent usually didn't live for more than a few days.

Clearing his throat, the physician responded, his tone not very pleased, "Is Deputy General Feng doubting my medical skills?"

Feng Shi was momentarily tongue-tied. Though it was indeed a form of doubt, saying it aloud would have been embarrassing.

He coughed lightly and glanced at the youth's wrist, asking, "Why did you untie him?"

The physician replied solemnly, "He's injured. You ordered me to keep him alive, didn't you? If I don't untie him, how am I supposed to dress his wound? If I don't treat the wound, what if it gets infected? Having been frozen to this point, with just one breath left, surviving is fortunate. If we delay further, not even the gods can save him!"

Since the physician mentioned that the youth had only one breath left, Feng Shi chose not to argue about untying him.

"How long until he wakes up?" Feng Shi asked.

"It's hard to say." The physician replied, looking at his cloaked figure at the door. "If you let the wind keep blowing in, he might not wake up even in ten days or half a month!"

Feng Shi promptly entered the room and closed the door.

After a moment, he felt uneasy about his actions. What was he doing here? He didn't need to watch over this kid!

"Where are the people outside?" Feng Shi inquired.

The physician pretended to turn away and continued wrapping nonexistent injuries on Gu Jiao, his gaze wandering, "How would I know? I've been in here treating this person’s injuries."

"Where did that brat sneak off to again?" Feng Shi impatiently left the room.

"The door!"

The voice of the physician came from inside.

Feng Shi frowned and turned back to close the door!

Once he was sure Feng Shi had gone far, the physician's legs gave way, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he breathed heavily and said, "That scared me... that scared me to death... thankfully, I didn't give myself away... you have no idea about Yi Wang's methods... if he finds out I'm helping you..."

The physician was halfway through speaking when he suddenly felt something was amiss. He looked closely and noticed that in just a short while, Gu Jiao had actually fallen asleep!

The physician: "..."

He waved his hand in front of Gu Jiao's eyes, saying, "Hey, hey, young miss? Young... master?"

Gu Jiao didn't react.

"Fine, fine! I'm going to expose you now!"

The physician turned to leave but as he reached the door, a ghostly whisper came from behind, saying,"Bury the body."

The physician stumbled forward, hitting his forehead against the doorframe, immediately forming a large bump.

He didn't dare turn around and just slightly turned his head.

"Remember to bring two steamed buns when you come back. I'm hungry." Gu Jiao, with her eyes closed, said calmly.

"...I am Yi Wang's person. You're putting me in a difficult position." The physician said firmly.

Gu Jiao turned over, facing the inside of the bed, "I’ll let you touch the little medicine chest twice."

"Deal!"

......

Gu Jiao slept straight through from noon until evening.

The acute pulmonary edema caused by frostbite had slightly improved, but a complete recovery wasn't going to be that fast. She needed to spend several days up in the mountains.

Moreover——

Gu Jiao paused, took two chloramphenicol tablets from the little medicine chest and swallowed them, then she poured herself a glass of water.

As she was drinking, the physician arrived.

Seeing her awake and sitting at the table drinking water, the physician couldn't help but look her up and down.

Honestly, her complexion was still somewhat pale, indicating she had suffered from severe cold exposure. However, compared to when they brought her here in the morning, she looked much better, at least not as deathly pale as before.

"Here, the steamed buns you asked for." The physician placed a food box on the table, took out a bowl of steamed buns, and brought another bowl of red date and ginger soup. "To drive away the cold, drink it."

If she were truly a boy, a bowl of ginger soup would have sufficed. But considering she was a girl, the physician sliced a few red dates and added a spoonful of brown sugar.

“Here as well.” The physician took out a small basket from behind. "Is this yours?"

"Mm." Gu Jiao nodded.

"I couldn't find anything inside. It’s just this one basket." The physician said regretfully.

Gu Jiao took the back basket. It was one woven by Gu Xiaoshun for her, which was very durable. It had accompanied her from the capital to here, and it was hardly ever damaged.

Gu Jiao set down the back basket and ate the steamed buns with the ginger soup.

The warm ginger soup made her break into a sweat, her whole person feeling considerably better.

After finishing it, she took out two pills from the little medicine chest and handed them to the physician. "Take these."

"What are these?" The physician asked, looking at the pills in his palm.

"Medicine." Gu Jiao replied.

"Why should I take medicine?" The physician questioned.

"Just take it if I tell you to. Stop with the unnecessary talk." Gu Jiao replied calmly.

Internally, the physician was hesitant. He didn't know what these pills were. What if they were poisonous?

He looked at the pills in his hand, then at the little medicine chest on the table. "Will you let me touch it more if I take these?"

"No." Gu Jiao said plainly.

The physician: "..."

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