By the time the medicine was changed for Huai Yu, she had already broken out in a cold sweat from the pain and lay weakly on the bed.
Yan Lingzhen, carrying a basin of bloody water and gauze, placed it on the table and leaned toward Yan Wanqing, "Sister, take my pulse."
Using the copper tongs, Yan Wanqing picked up an orange and set it aside to dry, "How is Huai Yu?"
"Don't you trust my medical skills, sister? At most, I'll give you back a lively Young Marquis in a month," Yan Lingzhen joked.
"A month is a bit long, the Imperial Examination is just a month and a half away, we need to be faster," Yan Wanqing pondered, aware that once the examination began, they would not see each other for seven days and nights; how could Huai Yu endure the test without a strong body?
Yan Lingzhen had no choice, "Alright, then I can only add some stronger medicine."
"I appreciate your efforts, Xiaoliu."