Yang Yiyi had been vexed for most of the night, wondering why a group of people from the Southern Frontier had come to Wu Family Manor in the middle of the night. The moment she heard Qin Yan was awake, she wasted no time pushing Wu Shaoyi towards the eastern wing-room.
She was moving so fast the wheelchair was practically drifting, and the group of servants and maidservants behind them couldn't even keep up. When they arrived, they saw Qin Yan already sitting up against the headboard, taking small sips of hot water. Besides her saber wound, she also had internal injuries.
Right now, she was merely out of the critical stage; a full recovery was still a long way off. But now that she was conscious, they could indeed ask what had happened. Seeing Yang Yiyi rush in like a bolt of lightning, the bowl in Qin Yan's hand nearly fell onto her own lap.
It was probably only at this moment that she truly confirmed she wasn't dreaming, that she had really seen Yang Yiyi yesterday. Perhaps a little dizzy from being pushed so quickly by Yang Yiyi, Wu Shaoyi gently pressed her temples before speaking.
"Heroine Qin, how are your injuries?"