The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: 124 Big Brother (First Update)_2

Gu Jiao looked at the man and said, “No need to thank me. Thank him, he drove the assassins away.”

The two visitors bowed to the man again.

After they left, the man also planned to leave. He grabbed the reins of his horse with one hand, steadied himself on the saddle with the other, and was about to mount his horse when Gu Jiao called him back.

“Aren’t you going to tend to your wound?”

A hint of wariness flickered in the man’s eyes. He swiftly drew his sword and pointed it at Gu Jiao’s throat, “Who are you? How do you know I’m injured?”

The fact that he was injured was unknown even to the servants!

Even with the sword pressed against her throat, Gu Jiao didn’t flinch. She coolly glanced at his waist and stomach. “You are bleeding.”

The man looked down to find that his clothes were indeed soaked in fresh blood, staining a large area red.

Gu Jiao warned, “Be careful of excessive blood loss.”

Given the amount of blood he had lost, any ordinary man would have fainted by now, yet he fought for such an extended period.

Gu Jiao looked around. The alley was deserted, so she put down her small backpack, took out a tiny first and kit, and told him, “Lift your clothes, let me see.”

The man asked, “What are you going to do?”

Gu Jiao responded simply, “Stop your bleeding!”

A frown appeared on the man’s face. Gu Jiao did not want to open the first aid kit in front of him, so she motioned for him to turn around back and lift his shirt.

“Are you a doctor?” the man asked.

“Yes, I am. Stop wasting time. You fought so skillfully, why do you hesitate when it comes to seeking medical assistance?” Gu Jiao realized that people here were somewhat superstitious about doctors. And of course, he might not yet trust her.

The man hesitated, but not because he distrusted Gu Jiao. It was that… Gu Jiao was a woman.

How could he undress in front of a woman?

Gu Jiao sighed. If he wasn’t going to do it, she would have to.

She moved behind the man and unfastened his armor, lifting up his top.

The man, who didn’t even have a chance to react, was speechless.

“Surgery stitches?” Gu Jiao inspected his wound, “They’re torn. It needs to be restitched.”

The man’s wound had been stitched up by a medical officer in the military camp. Few civilian doctors were experts in such surgery.

The man doubted Gu Jiao’s medical skills, but seeing her determination, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her help.