At this moment, Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen did not know that Auntie and Uncle had driven their leaky, rain-prone little broken car into the city, covered in dust and dirt.
After Xiao Hen returned to the room, Gu Jiao tied her already dry hair into a single knot at the top of her head and then went to the secret room.
I have to say, Xiao Hen’s craftsmanship was quite good, her legs indeed felt less sore and weak.
Gu Jiao placed the small first aid kit into the groove and changed into sterile clothes before entering the intensive care unit.
The time flow rates of the two dimensions were consistent; an hour outside was equal to two hours here.
However, the date display on the various machines seemed to be broken, showing only the time.
It was now 1:39 am.
Gu Changqing was wearing an oxygen mask, his body covered in tubes, lying on the cold, lifeless hospital bed.
The room was very quiet, with only the slight mechanical sounds from the machines.
Gu Jiao could clearly hear each of his heavy breaths, labored and weak.
The sword energy of that person shattered his internal strength, damaging all his organs, with half of his meridians broken.
She used the best medicine on him but still couldn’t guarantee he would be out of danger.
Beep.
The door behind her opened.
It was the National Master, calmly walking in, dressed in sterile clothes.
"How did you get in?" Gu Jiao asked.
She distinctly remembered locking the mechanism of the iron door.
"The door can be opened from the outside," the National Master said as he walked up to the hospital bed.
If the door could be opened from the outside, did he deliberately avoid breaking in during the day to interrupt the king’s judgement on the crown prince?
This man was really strange, obviously one of the perpetrators from the Xuanyuan Family, yet repeatedly helping her, who had a connection to the Xuanyuan Family.
The National Master looked at the unconscious Gu Changqing and said, "You go rest, I’ll guard here tonight."
Gu Jiao did not move.
Perhaps sensing Gu Jiao’s distrust towards him, the National Master slowly began to speak, "He came to find me, for your sake."
Gu Jiao’s eyes flickered.
The National Master continued, "His purpose in coming to Yan Country was to cure your illness. His current state is not your fault, you don’t need to blame yourself; you fought for his life as well."
He said this and turned to look at Gu Jiao, who happened to be looking at him.
Gu Jiao’s eyes were full of doubt, clearly unsure of which incident he was referring to.
The National Master then said, "When you killed the Howling Wolf at the border of Zhan Country. You knew you couldn’t defeat the Howling Wolf, yet you still wanted to eliminate this top enemy for Gu Changqing, almost dying at the hands of the Howling Wolf and contracting an epidemic."
Gu Jiao withdrew her gaze, staring at Gu Changqing and muttering softly, "How could he even tell you this?"
The National Master explained patiently, "I need to know your past, the people and events you interacted with before and after each outburst, in as much detail as possible, to provide the most accurate diagnosis."
Gu Jiao asked, "Have you diagnosed it yet?"
The National Master shook his head, "No, your condition is very complex and very unique. However..."
At this point, his tone paused.
"However what?" Gu Jiao looked at him.
The National Master said, "I have encountered several people whose conditions are somewhat similar to yours."
Gu Jiao: "You speak so roundabout."
The National Master coughed lightly, "It’s just that their conditions are somewhat similar to yours, but not completely the same. They also lose control, mostly during battles, and the reasons for their outbursts vary. Some are triggered by anger, others are at the brink of death. When not losing control, they are no different from normal people."
Gu Jiao thought for a moment, "Does their strength increase after losing control?"
The National Master said, "Yes, but not as drastically as yours. That’s why I said your situations are similar but not completely the same."
Indeed, it was different; the violent factors in her body were omnipresent, she had just grown accustomed to their existence.
It’s like someone born with pain, thinking that pain is normal.
Blood would trigger her outbursts, causing even greater discomfort, but after years of training, she had controlled it very well.
The uncontrollable situation occurred during battles, with blood, fighting, and death, all adverse factors combined to trigger her outbursts.
The National Master said, "I have been researching for years why these people initially lose control and found that it was not innate; the situation appeared after poisoning. You’ve seen Han Wuye, how do you think his skills are?"
Gu Jiao objectively responded, "Not bad. Wait, he wouldn’t be one of them, would he?"
The National Master said, "He is the most normal among them, almost never losing control. I listed him because his internal strength surged after poisoning, but the cost was aging."
Gu Jiao rubbed her chin, "He turned white-haired at a young age, so that’s the reason. What poison is so powerful?"
The National Master shook his head, "I don’t know, I haven’t figured it out yet. The rest of them have all lost control at least three times. These people are all highly skilled masters, with two being the most dangerous."
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