Yan Wanqing didn't know how long she had been unconscious. In her dream, she was riding a horse, galloping across the grasslands beyond the Great Wall, the warm breeze caressing her fluttering hair, and she felt completely free.
When she awoke, there was only the smell of medicine in the room and the anxious expressions of the people around her.
Yan Wanqing struggled to curl her lips into a pale smile, "I'm fine."
"This isn't the first time the young mistress has coughed up blood…" The doctor finished packing up the silver needles and sighed, "If we still can't target the right treatment, I'm afraid the coughing up of blood will become more frequent."
Yan Wanqing nodded, her voice very gentle as if it were of no concern to her, "I understand, thank you, sir. Please trouble my mother to arrange for someone to see you out."
Mrs. Sun wanted to say something but ultimately swallowed her words.
