The third daughter ran out to inform Yun Jiao.
Yun Jiao assumed that Mrs. Li was genuinely sick from the exhaustion of travel.
She lifted her skirt and hurried into the room, where she saw Mrs. Li lying on the bed. She looked at Mrs. Li's complexion and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Mrs. Li's voice was thin, "I, I don't feel well all over."
Yun Jiao slightly furrowed her brows and sat down to take Mrs. Li's pulse.
She carefully felt Mrs. Li's pulse, noticing some depression and a slight deficiency in blood and qi, nothing too serious, and certainly not something that would prevent her from getting up.
She glanced at Mrs. Li, noticing her eyelids fluttering despite being closed, and suddenly understood; Mrs. Li was feigning illness again.
She released her hand and stood up, looked at Mrs. Li, and said indifferently, "Your illness is due to hunger."
"You don't need medicine, just get yourself a bowl of rice and you'll feel better." After saying this, Yun Jiao left.
