Gong Juese finally managed to stop her tears, but then she cried again, "You've contracted the plague, how can you possibly be cured?"
Gong Juechen said, "I'm testing the medicine on myself, hoping to cure this plague. Now that you're here, I have even more reason to cure it. I don't want you to die here. I promised our master that I would take good care of you. If you die here with me, how could I face our master after my death?"
"But, brother, you..." Seeing her brother's body covered in pustules, Gong Juese felt extremely distressed.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Gong Juechen consoled. "I've already told you, I'm testing the medicine on myself, and I know what I'm doing. I won't let anything happen to me. Now, you should go to the palace with Jingjing. Don't stay here; it's too dangerous. Almost everyone in this Medicinal Diet Hall has contracted the plague. I won't worry as much if you stay safely in the palace, and I'll be able to develop the medicine sooner."
