Shui Qinghe woke up once more an hour later, finding herself in bed, with Shui Qingyue's face coming into view as soon as she opened her eyes.
"Sister…" Shui Qinghe was still unclear about what had happened, somewhat groggy.
"How do you feel?" Shui Qingyue asked anxiously.
Blinking, Shui Qinghe asked with confusion, "Feel how?"
Shui Qingyue immediately said, "Your brother-in-law just treated you, do you feel any better?"
"Ah!" Shui Qinghe exclaimed, sitting up suddenly with her hands frantically feeling her head, she asked in a panic, "Are you saying he used that long needle… and stuck it into my head?"
"Yes, but that was to heal you," Shui Qingyue quickly embraced her.
"My God! My God! MYGOD!"
Face filled with terror, Shui Qinghe said, "I wasn't killed by the needle? Am I now a spirit talking to you? Am I already dead?"
Shui Qingyue could hardly help but laugh and scold, "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you doing just fine right now?"