"Xia Yinian, do you know how I feel? Are you still alone, treating like this?"
Yu Wanqing shook off Xia Yinian’s hand and lay down on the bed.
"You can leave, I don’t need your sympathy. I’m Lady Yu; I have everything, and I don’t need anyone’s pity at all."
Yu Wanqing’s voice grew hoarser, and she continued to sob.
Xia Yinian looked at the woman on the bed, her head covered with the blanket, feeling very uneasy.
Of course, she wouldn’t sympathize with this Lady Yu, given all the bad things Yu Wanqing had done to her.
But this ti, it was really her and Uncle’s fault.
Wanting to make ands for her was just because they had used her, unrelated to anything else.
"Relax a bit; I’ll apply so dicine for you first." Xia Yinian pulled the blanket gently aside.
"If you’re upset, you can keep cursing, but if the wound opens up, you’ll be the one suffering."
"You’re Lady Yu, and since you’re so good at alchemy, you should know that if the wound isn’t treated in ti, it can easily scar."
"By then, if your body is covered in scars, it’ll be too late for regrets."
Xia Yinian wasn’t joking; if Yu Wanqing wanted to curse, she could continue. It wouldn’t hurt her anyway.
Cursing her was a sign that Yu Wanqing had recognized her, which was better than before, at least she was no longer frantic and could accept her approach.
Yu Wanqing took a deep breath and didn’t care. If soone was waiting on her, why refuse it herself?
The wound really hurt. With every pull, it was almost tearing tears from her eyes.
If she were to scar, would Xia Yinian be even happier? Her family had such good dicine; how could there be scars? She didn’t want to see Xia Yinian happy.
She had thought that the people outside would call Beicheng back because of her non-cooperation.
Unexpectedly, those cowards couldn’t even handle such a small matter.
Yu Wanqing was sure they hadn’t inford Beicheng. If Beicheng knew her situation, he would definitely rush back imdiately.
How gentle Beicheng was to her last night, did they know? Did Xia Yinian know?
She said these things just to make Xia Yinian feel bad. Who told her to steal her man? Did she have such a right?
The person on the bed didn’t refuse, and Xia Yinian sighed with relief.
Maybe for convenience in applying dicine, Yu Wanqing wore short cotton pajamas.
Seeing the colorful marks on the exposed part, Xia Yinian bit her lip, unable to say a word.
Trying hard to steady her breath, she turned to get the IV drip and hung it on the bedpost.
"Your body is very weak; I’ll hook up the IV drip for you first, then apply the dicine." As she spoke, she gently took Yu Wanqing’s hand.
She turned her head to glance at Yu Wanqing, who frowned.
"Do you even know how to do it?" Looking at the thin, long needle, she couldn’t help shivering.
"Relax, I studied this." Xia Yinian gave her a reassuring look and said softly.
Yu Wanqing took a deep breath, withdrew her gaze, and dared not look again.
Xia Yinian pursed her lips, focusing her attention on the back of Yu Wanqing’s hand.
She found the vein, disinfected it, and inserted the needle as quickly as possible, allowing the fluid to flow smoothly from the bottle into her veins.
Once Xia Yinian let go of her hand, Yu Wanqing pursed her lips, raised her hand to check.
"Pretending to know what you’re doing, it hurts to death!" She glared at the person beside her with clear disdain and resentnt, "Go get a glass of water, I’m dying of thirst."
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