With doubts in her heart, Tang Yun opened the tissue paper.
Inside lay two round medicinal pills.
She recognized them at a glance, they were the pills that Gu Zhiqi had concocted in the backyard during the day.
Still, wrapping them in tissue paper seemed a bit rash, didn’t it?
"Take one tonight and one tomorrow morning, and by tomorrow you should be completely healed."
Although Tang Yun had struggled with her internal injury for five years, it was obviously much less severe than Yun Yan’s.
Ordinarily, to heal Tang Yun’s wounds, such a precious elixir wasn’t necessary, but the advantage of an expensive medicine is that it works quickly.
Gu Zhiqi spoke with a casual tone, and her expression was lackadaisical, no matter how one looked at it, it didn’t seem reliable.
After hearing Gu Zhiqi’s words, Tang Yun was a bit stunned, "Cure... Cure it by tomorrow?"
Indeed, when Gu Zhiqi gave the medicinal pills to Yun Yan, Tang Yun had guessed that they were no ordinary pills, but she had not expected them to be elixirs for treating internal injuries.
And, judging by what she said, these medicines could cure her five-year-long injury in less than a day, which suggested they were extremely potent.
If it hadn’t been for her having sought treatment from countless famous doctors for her injury, she might have thought it was just a minor wound.
To heal a minor cold within less than twenty-four hours did not usually happen so rapidly.
"Hmm," Gu Zhiqi nodded lightly, then glanced at Tang Yun’s hand, "Your right hand, has it been injured too?"
If she was to be healed, that would presumably include her hand injury as well.
At these words, Tang Yun was startled again, "You... How do you know about that?"
For an instant, Tang Yun felt numb.
It was as if she had no secrets in front of this young girl.
"Last time, I saw you embroidering with your left hand," Gu Zhiqi said slowly, her eyes slightly lowered.
Normally, Tang Yun would use her right hand for rough tasks, but when it came to needlework, she used her left hand.
Listening to Gu Zhiqi’s words, Tang Yun was overwhelmed and didn’t know how to respond.
"So, do you want it healed?" Gu Zhiqi looked at Tang Yun and posed the question.
"Can... Can you really do that?" Tang Yun was as excited about healing her right hand as she was about healing her internal injury.
In the entire Yun Family, only she and Yun Jhin could recreate the designs from their father’s drawings.
Those drawings were fiercely protected by her father’s life.
She couldn’t possibly give the drawings to Yun Jhin, but because of her right hand injury, she couldn’t recreate them herself.
She had thought that the items from the drawings might never be replicated in her lifetime, but now there seemed to be a glimmer of hope.
Gu Zhiqi said nothing more, simply taking an acupuncture set out of her pocket, "Aunt Tang, please sit."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yun subconsciously heeded Gu Zhiqi’s words and sat down in a trance.
Gu Zhiqi administered the acupuncture with a solemn expression, her eyes slightly downcast.
Two hours later, Gu Zhiqi finished the acupuncture session.
After the needles were removed, Gu Zhiqi didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she looked at Tang Yun, her lazy eyes now touched with seriousness, "Aunt Tang, I hope you won’t tell anyone that I healed your injury and hand."
When Tang Yun heard this, she was taken aback, somewhat surprised that Gu Zhiqi would make such a request.
She quickly came back to her senses, looked at Gu Zhiqi with a serious and earnest expression, and said, "You can rest assured, no third person will know about this."
Gu Zhiqi nodded slightly in response to Tang Yun, then left.
Tang Yun got up to see Gu Zhiqi to the door, then hurried back to her bedside, grabbed her needle and thread, and began to embroider eagerly.
That night, Tang Yun embroidered until three in the morning.