After a short while, Concubine Jiang, who was at her last gasp, had clearly improved. Her complexion had turned rosy, and her heartbeat also got stronger.
Guan Yibo smiled from the bottom from her heart when she saw this. She hugged her mother tightly in her arms and cried out, "Mother, Mother, it's great. Everything is fine now. You'll be okay, Mother."
"Ugh, cough. Cough, cough, cough." Concubine Jiang slowly came to. When she saw her daughter close-up face, she was startled. She then immediately started crying, "Bo'er, my poor child, have we both died already…"
"You're not allowed to speak nonsense, Mom." Guan Yibo hastily patted her hand and smiled. "Are you feeling much better now? Once I apply medicine on your wounds, you'll be able to completely heal."
Concubine Jiang couldn't help but be surprised. "I, I do indeed feel that my body is much more at ease. Bo'er, what medicine did you feed me?"
"It's the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit."
