Gu Jiao suddenly gripped his wrist: "No need, what I need to see is not your face."
Would she still be alive after seeing a person of his importance?
Gu Jiao covered his face with a curtain, exposing only the area below his waist.
After the examination, the man's face had turned red.
Gu Jiao remained unruffled and nonchalant.
The man cleared his throat: "May I ask, what ailment do I have?"
Gu Jiao looked at the screen and the man understood, saying: "They are trustworthy, you can speak frankly."
"Oh." If the patient doesn't mind, Gu Jiao, the doctor, also has nothing to hide.
"Syphilis." Gu Jiao spoke bluntly.
"Nonsense!" A servant from behind the screen charged at her, glaring at Gu Jiao fiercely, "Our lord..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man sternly stopped him: "Silence! Step back!"
Grinding his teeth, the servant retreated behind the screen.
