154 Chickenpox (First Revision)

Early in the morning, Gu Jiao headed to the Medical Hall.

There were a few patients in the morning, but business was slow in the afternoon, so Gu Jiao took a break in her small courtyard.

Separated from her by only a single wall was the small garden of the girls' school.

In the garden, there was a pavilion.

Normally, no one came here, but at this moment a girl was there, plucking on an instrument.

Her playing was less than satisfactory, erratic, to say the least, and the notes were wrong.

Gu Jiao lay on a wicker chair to rest and regenerate, only to be tormented by the life-draining music of the girl.

She swung open the door and walked out, looking in the direction of the courtyard wall and said, "You're playing it wrong."

The girl was understandably startled, not expecting anyone to hear her plucking the guqin, her fingers slipped, releasing another grating note.

Gu Jiao felt her hair stand on end!

"Who's there?" the girl questioned.