An Hao had started taking her medicine, and a medicinal pot had been prepared at home for brewing the herbal concoctions.
The thick scent of traditional Chinese medicine permeated the house every day, and the taste of the medicinal brew was bitterly potent, which An Hao forced herself to swallow.
Zhang Yun was originally quite upset about An Hao not being able to conceive, but seeing her daughter-in-law return from the hospital and diligently cooperate with the treatment, her litany of complaints was swallowed back.
Before they knew it, it was already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Qin Jian's vacation had ended, and he needed to attend classes at the Military Staff College for three months.
Early in the morning, as he prepared to leave, Zhang Yun began to grumble, "Really, starting classes on the big holiday. Couldn't they let you stay home until the fifteenth is over?"