It was probably from coughing that Li Wuyu had become even weaker. At just fifteen years old, she looked extremely pitiable, but she still managed a smile, "I've been examined and taken two doses of medicine. My room even smells of it—didn't my master notice?"
"What did the doctor say about when you'll recover?" An Jing asked again.
"The doctor said I should be well after taking the medicine for two or three days," Li Wuyu answered truthfully.
An Jing said, "Then in a couple of days, your master and I will come to see you again."
Li Wuyu, touched, said, "I appreciate my master and master's concern." After a pause, she added, "Master, once I'm well, I must start my journey home. My father sent a letter recently, and if I don't return soon, he is going to send someone to forcefully take me back."
"Your father has only you as a daughter, and you've been away for months; can you blame him for worrying? Naturally, he hopes for your early return."
