The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife Chapter 517.2: Reaping What One Has Sown

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Over the next two days, Gu Jiao quietly stayed in the cabin, focusing on recuperation.
Deputy General Feng Shi failed to find the soldier who had disappeared to who knew where. Instead, a new person was sent over.
The disappearance of a soldier in the military camp wasn’t a small matter, but these days, there have been much bigger issues in the camp, leaving no time to attend to a missing soldier.
Yi Wang fell ill. On the second night after moving into the fort, Yi Wang suddenly experienced chills and a high fever.
Yi Wang was shot during the battle in Lingguan City. At first, the physicians assumed it was an infection in his wound causing these conditions.
However, upon inspecting Yi Wang's injury, they found that the wound had healed fairly well, showing no signs of infection like redness or inflammation.
The physicians speculated that Yi Wang might have contracted a cold, so they brewed remedies for a cold to treat him.
Unexpectedly, after Yi Wang took the medicinal soup, instead of showing signs of improvement, he coughed up bright red blood phlegm on the third morning.
The physicians re-examined Yi Wang. This time, they finally noticed something was amiss.
Generally, coughing up blood phlegm indicated a lung disease. However, lung diseases varied, ranging from those caused by wind and cold to... plague-induced lung diseases!
"No, it couldn't be a plague, right? Could it be tuberculosis?" A young physician asked anxiously.
Tuberculosis was a type of lung disease, which was highly contagious in its early stages, but most cases turned chronic with the right treatment, meaning it wouldn't cause immediate death.
Plague was even more contagious and had a higher mortality rate, leading to quicker deaths.
If they had to choose between the two, they would prefer Yi Wang to have tuberculosis.
"But the symptoms Yi Wang displays don't seem like tuberculosis." An older physician remarked.
This statement plunged all the physicians into silence.
Meanwhile, in the study of the silverfox-clad man, Feng Shi was reporting Yi Wang's condition to him.
"The physicians say Yi Wang has contracted a lung disease, but they aren't sure of the exact type." Feng Shi relayed truthfully.
"A lung disease... Could it be..." The silverfox-clad man shook his head. "No, it's impossible. Uncle hasn't had any contact with those afflicted by the plague. Cough cough!"
As he spoke, he suddenly began coughing violently himself.
"My Lord! Are you alright?" Feng Shi stepped forward, pouring a cup of hot tea and offering it to the silverfox-clad man with both hands.
The silverfox-clad man accepted the hot tea and drank a few sips, but instead of subsiding, his coughing intensified.
“Cough cough!” He placed the teacup on the table, frowning, "Pour me some cold tea!"
"Yes!" Feng Shi fetched a cup of cooled-down tea for him.
After taking a sip, it seemed to alleviate his coughing, but not for long. He began coughing violently again.
"My Lord!" Feng Shi looked at him worriedly.
Waving his hand, the silverfox-clad man said calmly, "It's nothing, just a slight cold."
The silverfox-clad man was an exceptional martial artist, and a minor ailment like a cold couldn't affect him much, so he rarely paid much attention to it.
"It will be fine in a few days. Keep an eye on my uncle's side, make sure nothing happens to him." He instructed Feng Shi.
Yi Wang was the most legitimate descendant of the previous dynasty’s imperial family, the direct bloodline of their last Emperor. He couldn't afford any mishap.
Feng Shi spoke earnestly, "My Lord, you also need to take care of yourself. If something happens to Yi Wang, you'll be the last descendant of the imperial family."
"It’s not like I don’t have a son…" The silverfox-clad man stopped himself mid-sentence. "Alright, you may withdraw."
After Feng Shi left, the silverfox-clad man sat alone in the study for a long while and it wasn’t until late into the night that he decided to retire for rest.
He arrived at the door of a room.
The servant girl guarding outside bowed to him, "Imperial Son-in-law."
"Has the princess rested?" He asked.
"She has." The servant girl replied.
The silverfox-clad man intended to enter the room but couldn't hold back a couple of coughs. He turned away, using his fist to cover his mouth, "Cough cough!"
"Imperial Son-in-law, are you feeling unwell?" The servant girl inquired.
He lowered his fist and said calmly, "I'm fine. Forget it, since the princess has rested, I won't disturb her."
Early the next morning, Yi Wang was finally confirmed by the physicians to have contracted a plague.
The silverfox-clad man received this news while examining the fort’s military defense maps in the study.
He set aside the charts and looked at Feng Shi, his brows furrowed, "What did you say? What happened to my uncle?"
"His Highness Yi Wang... His Highness Yi Wang... He has contracted a plague!"
"That's impossible!"
"The physicians said so! They're asking if Your Lordship needs Yi Wang to be isolated."
"But my uncle..." The silverfox-clad man stood up in agitation, feeling an itch in his throat. He grabbed a handkerchief and coughed violently.
After coughing, he removed the handkerchief and saw blood on it.
"My Lord!" Feng Shi noticed it too and his face paled. He rushed towards the silverfox-clad man!
"Don't come near!" The silverfox-clad man raised his hand to stop him, his eyes flickering with complex emotions. "Leave now, and no one is allowed in this room from now on."
"But..."
"Get out!"
Feng Shi clenched his fists, "Yes!"
Gritting his teeth, Feng Shi turned and walked out of the study. But as soon as he stepped out, he suddenly bent forward and coughed up blood!
……
The silverfox-clad man intended to suppress the fact that Yi Wang had contracted a plague. After all, considering the recent defeat they had faced, morale among the troops was already low. If news of Yi Wang's illness spread, it might destabilize the army's morale further and potentially lead to uncontrollable situations.
He called for the physicians who had been treating Yi Wang to a nearby cabin. Sitting behind a screen, the silverfox-clad man maintained a distance of at least ten steps from the physicians.
The physicians assumed he was concerned about them having just treated Yi Wang and that they might pass the illness on to him.
Seated behind the screen on a cushioned chair, the silverfox-clad man calmly asked, "What's the current status of my uncle? I want to hear from you directly. Has he truly contracted a plague, and is there any chance of a cure?"
"This..." The physicians exchanged glances, unsure of how to break the news to the silverfox-clad man.
The first two questions were easier to answer. It was the last one that posed difficulty.
Finally, the most senior physician, Physician Chen, dared to answer, "My Lord, after careful diagnosis, His Highness Yi Wang has indeed contracted a plague. As for the possibility of a cure... we dare not make any definitive conclusions."
The silverfox-clad man's expression turned grim.
"All of you here... have had contact with my uncle?" He asked in a low voice.
The physicians' expressions became complicated. Initially unaware that Yi Wang had the plague, they had not taken sufficient precautions while diagnosing and treating him. Now, they only feared that…
"Yes."
Once again, it was Senior Physician Chen who responded to the silverfox-clad man's query.
The silverfox-clad man's expression grew even more serious. He discreetly clenched his fists. "Have all the physicians treated my uncle?"
If so, there would be no physician in the camp who hadn't been in contact with Yi Wang. This would be extremely disadvantageous to their current situation.
In case... just in case someone who hadn't contracted the plague needed treatment, whom would they approach?
Senior Physician Chen spoke up, "One physician was taken away by Deputy General Feng, following your orders to treat a hostage. He has been attending to the hostage and has not been near His Highness Yi Wang these past few days."
The silverfox-clad man suddenly remembered that there was indeed such an incident. Thinking of the State of Zhao soldier, his expression changed dramatically.Raz P.'s Thoughts

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