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Gu Zhao was speaking, and Zhu Qingyu didn't think much of it.

Xiong Kun said that Lord Gu was not feeling well. If a person feels dizzy and has palpitations, lying down to rest is a good way to quickly relieve the symptoms.

If Gu Zhao is resting in the inner room, she wouldn't let the patient who is lying down come out to see her when she comes to see the patient. Instead, she should be the one to see the patient.

Last time she came, she didn't even dare to enter the door or drink the tea. Now that their relationship is closer than before, Zhu Qingyu pushed open the door to the inner room without any suspicion.

Upon opening the door and seeing the scene inside, Zhu Qingyu immediately turned her back.

There was a bathtub in the room, steaming, and it was obvious that she had encountered Lord Gu bathing and changing clothes again.

Gu Zhao stood beside the bathtub, shirtless, revealing his well-built muscles, wearing only trousers.

I don't know what Xiong Kun was doing, why he had to bring her here at this time.

She had no idea what was wrong with Gu Zhao. He hadn't even dressed properly before letting her in. Was he so sick that he was delirious and couldn't even dress himself?

Zhu Qingyu asked with her back turned:

"Lord Gu, would you like me to summon your attendant?"

Gu Zhao's voice was very calm:

"Why are you calling me 'sir' again? Didn't we agree to address each other by our courtesy names in private? I was ambushed yesterday and injured my back and waist. It hurts terribly. Please, Qingyu, take a look at me."

There was nothing wrong with taking his pulse on the ship that day, since his symptoms came on suddenly.

But today he's not even wearing clothes, and they're showing him his back injury?

If it were back in her modern days, it wouldn't have been a big deal. Medical professionals don't distinguish between genders, and she had treated many patients of the opposite sex.

However, considering the current social environment, a man and a woman alone in a dark room, with one of them not wearing clothes, will inevitably attract unwanted attention and speculation.

Zhu Qingyu still had her back turned:

"Shouming, actually, there is a sign outside my clinic that says I only accept female customers. There are also many highly skilled doctors in Yangzhou City."

Gu Zhao seemed to only then realize:

"Oh, my bad, I didn't think it through. I assumed that since you've treated Xie Ze before, I would do the same, but I didn't consider that it might be inconvenient for you. As for the other doctors, there are many people in Yangzhou who want me dead, and I don't trust many of them. But it's alright, I can take a look myself. Qingyu, you should go back now."

The injury on his back and waist—he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, and he's not a doctor, how can he see it himself?

Forget it, a gentleman is open and honest, she has a clear conscience, let him see it.

Zhu Qingyu turned around and explained:

"Xie Ze's situation that time was urgent. Everyone else had come to my clinic. As a doctor, I couldn't just watch a patient get into trouble in front of me. It's not that I'm favoring one over the other, it's just that I wouldn't see you."

Gu Zhao took a piece of clothing to put on and was fastening her belt when she replied in a very good-natured manner:

"I know you're not just refusing to show me. I've said before, I have no misunderstandings about you. This time it was indeed my oversight. You should go back now."

The more Gu Zhaoyue said that, the harder it became for Zhu Qingyu to leave.

She looked around the furnishings of the inner room, searching for a suitable place to examine the patient, and said:

"Since you're already here, sit down. Where does it hurt? Let me take a look."

The courtyard where Gu Zhao lived had a large outer room in the main house, but the inner room was a bit cramped. There was a desk by the window, and there should have been a chair.

But perhaps because Gu Zhao was about to take a bath and they were worried about the seating arrangement, the chairs were removed, leaving only the bed as a place to sit.

When Zhu Qingyu told him to sit down, Gu Zhao walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked at her openly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

The Gu family's polite and courteous manner in speaking to people is truly a consistent tradition. When I was treating Old Madam Gu at the Gu residence, the two ladies of the house spoke in the same way.

Zhu Qingyu walked over, bent down slightly, and asked:

"Where are you hurt? Can you point it out to me?"

Following Gu Zhao's direction, Zhu Qingyu gently placed her hand on his waist, pressing against his clothes, and then moved her hand inch by inch around him, asking:

"Does it hurt here? What about here? Does it hurt here?"

Gu Zhao sat sideways, remaining silent as Zhu Qingyu's fingers lightly traced his waist, as if nothing had happened.

However, the fine sweat on his forehead, his obviously heavy breathing, his clenched fists at his sides, and the tense muscles all indicated that this person was forcibly enduring.

The most difficult patients to deal with are those who won't say anything.

Zhu Qingyu turned her head to look at him:

"Shouming, do you know the saying 'avoiding treatment for fear of symptom'? If you're in pain, just cry out. How am I supposed to know where you're hurt if you keep enduring it like this?"

Gu Zhao turned around and their eyes met.

The two moved even closer, with Zhu Qingyu's hand still on Gu Zhao's body.

Even though they were in a dark room, and even though he was only wearing his undergarments, her eyes remained open and honest, filled with the care of a doctor for a patient, devoid of any romantic feelings.

Gu Zhao placed his hand on hers, and under her surprised gaze, slowly pulled her hand down to her lower back, took a deep breath, and said:

"The wound is here. I'm a commander who leads troops into battle; the people outside are all my soldiers. Guan Yu could remain calm and collected even while having his bone scraped, though I can't compare to Guan Yu's talent. But if I have even the slightest ailment, I cry and scream. What will the soldiers outside think if they hear that?"

Alright, it seems Lord Gu is quite concerned about his image.

Zhu Qingyu declined to comment on this, but addressed the matter at hand:

"Just looking at you, I really can't tell how much pain you're in. This is the transverse process of the third lumbar sacrum. A little to the left is your nerve, in the middle is your bone, and a little to the right is your kidney. The worst case scenario is that the nerve is damaged. In that case, even Guan Yu wouldn't be able to sit still and would just collapse to the ground, unable to get up. So that's probably not the case. Another possibility is that the kidney is damaged, in which case you would have edema in your eyes."

Zhu Qingyu leaned closer, observing his eyes:

"If the injury was sustained yesterday, it should be severely swollen by today, but I don't see it. It's likely that the kidneys weren't damaged either, which is a good thing."

Perhaps it was because she was too close, Gu Zhao felt even hotter, and a drop of sweat dripped down his chin and onto his collar.

Zhu Qingyu thought his pain had worsened, so she increased the pressure on his hands again, and said:

"Secondly, it's a broken bone. If a normal person's bone is broken here, they probably won't be able to stand up. Even if they manage to stand, it will be extremely difficult and painful. They would need to lie in bed for at least a month to recover. But you're Guan Yu, and I've never treated Guan Yu before, so it's hard to say."

When Zhu Qingyu teased him about Guan Yu, Gu Zhao was still laughing, shaking his head and saying:

"I was just using an analogy, why are you mocking me like this?"

While he was laughing, Zhu Qingyu tightened her grip again, and Gu Zhao grunted as she grabbed her hand.

Zhu Qingyu was caught off guard by his sudden strength and lost her balance, only to be pulled abruptly by him.

The two bumped into each other. To maintain her balance, Zhu Qingyu instinctively grabbed whatever she touched, pulling down his already loosely worn undergarment. Gu Zhao instinctively pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Zhu Qingyu sat on Gu Zhao's lap, her face pressed against his chest. Gu Zhao's heart was pounding like a drum.

She had stripped half of Lord Gu's clothes off. From Zhu Qingyu's perspective, his neck and ears were red. When she looked up, Lord Gu was looking at her, his eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable sea of ​​desire.