Chapter 704 - 704: If You Guys Continue Like This, All Of You Can Forget About Getting Cured!
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Nuoâer was protected in Kongjueâs arms and was safe.
However, someoneâs sharp nails scratched the back of Kongjueâs hand.
It was even to the extent that his head had been smashed by something and a small cut appeared on his cheek, causing him to bleed.
Even so, he still didnât let go of Gu Nuoâer.
At first, the child was stunned by this group of angry villagers.
She saw that Kongjue was so protective of her.
Even to the extent of getting hurt.
A strong sense of self-blame and anger rose in her heart.
âIf you guys continue like this, all of you can forget about getting cured. All of you will die here!â
Gu Nuoâer raised her sharp childish voice, scaring everyone who was still noisy and crazy.
Her small hands protected Kongjueâs arm tightly.
She looked at the people around them who were panting like malicious ghosts.
The childâs expression was furious, and her big bright eyes were filled with deterrence.
âSince you know that Iâm the princess, donât be presumptuous! I came to treat your illness, not to be bullied by you guys!â
She pointed at the shocking scratch on the back of Kongjueâs hand.
âYou guys actually donât differentiate between good and bad. The monk older brother came here alone to help you guys despite the danger, but you guys even injured him!â
A hint of embarrassment flashed across everyoneâs faces.
Gu Nuoâerâs black eyes swept across everyone present.
âYou guys have to believe me. Iâm so young and Iâm already here. Why would I lie to you?
âThe soldiers outside came to save you! However, there are too many villages affected by the epidemic!
âMoreover, Ningâan Village is in the center. Itâll take some time for them to come here. What we have to do is wait patiently!â
As her soft voice comforted them, everyone gradually calmed down.
âThose soldiers treat this mission as if they had signed a life and death contract before going to the battlefield. If theyâre not careful, theyâll get infected. No one wants to die, but we all want to save you. Therefore, donât give up!â
The villager who had taken the lead just now suddenly knelt on the ground and wailed.
âYour Highness, we really donât have a choice. Our families are all dying. Weâre too afraid.â
Gu Nuoâer heaved a small sigh.
She waved her small hand. âThe most important thing for this illness is to separate from people who have contracted the plague first!
âThose who are strong in the village, help move those who are infected with the plague to separate houses to live separately!â
Everyone immediately seemed to have a backbone and scattered off in all directions to carry out the instruction.
One said that someone from the Zhang family was sick, while the other said that the Li family had two patients who were seriously ill. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
They decided to leave the big courtyard in the village where they had been listening to the opera shows to contain the villagers who had contracted the plague.
Taking advantage of this time, Gu Nuoâer quickly held Kongjueâs hand.
âMonk older brother, quick, letâs wash your wound with water.â
It was unknown how long the people from Ningâan Village had been in such a dirty environment.
It was unknown how unclean their scratches and blows would be.
With Gu Nuoâer around, Kongjue wouldnât get infected by the plague.
However, the injuries on his hand and face were bad enough.
Kongjue quickly said, âIâm fine.â
âThat wonât do!â The child was very insistent.
She dragged Kongjue to a small stream that passed through the village.
She washed the wound on the back of his hand with flowing water.
Then, she wiped the wound on Kongjueâs cheek with her wet handkerchief.
Kongjue remained squatting and let the child get busy.
After a long while, he sighed and said, âYoung Benefactor, donât worry. I am fine.
Gu Nuoâer didnât answer.
She turned around and saw her red eyes from the reflection of the flowing stream.
The tears she held back didnât fall.
This was not the time to cry..