The pouch was made of fine cotton with peony patterns embroidered on it. It was exquisite and small.
It was worlds apart from the one Shen Yijia had given Song Jingchen.
Shen Yijia liked it, so she did not refuse. She took it, thanked An Xiu'er, and went back to the An family.
With Furball guarding the house, there was no need to lock the door.
"Sister Shen." An Xiu'er asked curiously, "The medicine you gave my father last time was quite effective. It must be very precious, right?"
Shen Yijia nodded. "Yes."
"Then why don't you treat Brother Song's legs?" An Xiu'er said after holding it in for a long time.
Shen Yijia looked at her as if she was an idiot. "I only had one pill. If I gave it to my husband back then, what would have happened to your father?"
An Xiu'er choked.
Shen Yijia continued, "My husband isn't sick. How can he recover from eating a medicinal pill?"
"I didn't mean—"
