"Please don't make things difficult for me, General Gan." Since the platoon chief was not Gan Maosheng's man, he was not afraid to defy orders. However, he also did not wish to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.
If General Gan had sent someone older, he might believe that the girl possessed the medical knowledge to treat the sick villagers. However, she looked too young to have any healing skills.
Zhao Chuchu saw the doubt in the platoon chief's eyes. With feigned courage, she spoke up. "My lord, does your shoulder feel sore often? Do you find it difficult to draw your sword at times?"
The platoon chief looked incredulously at Zhao Chuchu. No one but him knew about his condition.
"How did this girl know?" he wondered.
"What nonsense. There's nothing wrong with me." The platoon chief denied it vehemently.
