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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?"
