Gu Jiao thought about it, "Fatty Dahai?"
How could someone have such a strange name?
Pang Hai: "..."
"Please lend me some wound medicine," Gu Changqing said to Pang Hai. After a pause, he added, "I need to send my fellow townsman back. Please take this coachman back. I'll meet up with you at the inn later."
"Do you know which inn?" Pang Hai asked.
"Fuyun Building," Gu Changqing replied.
Pang Hai, seeing that he had not remembered incorrectly, turned to go to his own carriage to get the wound medicine.
He chose the bottle with the best efficacy.
By the time he came over to give Gu Changqing the medicine, Gu Changqing had already lifted Gu Jiao into the carriage.
Gu Jiao's left ankle was severely swollen; even the top of her foot was puffed up, practically bursting from her shoe.
Gu Changqing sat down next to Gu Jiao, picked up her foot, and gently placed it on his own leg. "Let me see, bear with it a bit."
