"Second Young Miss is awake."
Madam was delighted and, ignoring her mother-in-law, immediately walked into the inner room.
Sure enough, she saw that Song Ruqi had opened her eyes in a daze. Her face, unlike an hour ago, was no longer flushed but somewhat pale.
"Mother?" As soon as Song Ruqi saw her mother, her lips trembled. She wanted to move but felt too weak, and tears slid down her cheeks in grievance.
"Don't move, you're still ill." Madam sat by the bed's edge and reached out to feel her forehead. Seeing it was no longer hot, she couldn't help but rejoice.
The remedy advised by her mother-in-law was indeed effective.
"Quickly bring the medicine for the Second Young Miss," Madam instructed the attendants.
Song Ruqi had already been helped by the nurse to lean against the pillow, looking sickly with tears continuously falling.
"Don't cry, your tears break my heart. Why are you crying?" Madam, distressed, took a handkerchief to personally wipe her tears.
