Ning Junlan’s face lit up with excitement when she saw Yunyi approaching. "Comrade Chu, you’ve finished your tasks." Yunyi nodded. "Let’s go have a look first." Ning Junlan had already packed everything and was waiting. "Okay, let’s go now." Ning Junlan’s home wasn’t far; it was a standalone house with its own courtyard. Upon entering, Ning Junlan made a beeline for where the round fan was kept. She carefully took it out and handed it to Yunyi, afraid Yunyi might say it was beyond repair. Just then, Xiao Youyou, who had returned home early from another room, heard the commotion and came over. "Mom, you’re back." Ning Junlan had no time for her daughter right now. She motioned for Xiao Youyou to be quiet, not daring to even blink as she asked Yunyi, "How is it? Can it be repaired?" Yunyi nodded. "Do you have any embroidery thread here?" Ning Junlan turned, opened a cabinet, and took out a small bundle. "It’s all in here. See if this is suitable. If you need something I don’t have, I’ll go buy it tomorrow." The fan was made of natural silk fabric, which was very susceptible to snags. Yunyi examined it carefully, then looked at the embroidery thread in the bundle. She now had a clear idea. "It can be done," she confirmed. Ning Junlan finally let out a sigh of relief, though her heart remained heavy; she wouldn’t feel truly at ease until she saw the fan perfectly restored. Yunyi asked her to find a piece of scrap fabric first. After testing her feel for the material, she then picked up the round fan and began to repair it. Her skilled technique completely captivated Ning Junlan, and a surge of admiration warmed her heart. The moment Yunyi snipped the final thread, Ning Junlan exclaimed with joy, "This is truly wonderful!" Their family’s future was now secure. Previously, Ning Junlan had been ready to give up entirely, bracing for the worst. But now, unexpectedly, she found light at the end of the tunnel—a true stroke of luck in a desperate situation. She wasn’t stingy. After carefully setting the fan aside, she immediately brought over fifty yuan. Even the way she addressed Yunyi changed. "Yunyi, may I call you that?" Yunyi smiled and nodded. "Of course." Ning Junlan handed over the money. "Please take this." Yunyi didn’t accept the full amount, as the damaged area wasn’t large. She took only ten yuan. "The repaired area isn’t very big; ten yuan will be fine." Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 Xiao Youyou, seeing her mother was preoccupied, picked up the repaired fan and examined it from all angles. This embroidery is exquisite! she thought. On one side of the damaged area, there’s a bee, and on the other, a small flower petal—both are so vividly lifelike! Ning Junlan and Yunyi went back and forth with polite refusals for a while. In the end, Yunyi left with twenty yuan and a promise from Ning Junlan. It was already quite late when Yunyi left the Ning residence. Remembering that Guo Shuiyu could only have liquid food starting tomorrow, she hadn’t prepared anything for her. She bought a bowl of noodles near the hospital and ate before hurrying back. When she arrived at the ward, Guo Shuiyu was still asleep. After thanking the kind woman in the next bed, Yunyi checked Guo Shuiyu’s pulse again, then carefully tucked her in. She then left the ward and sat on a bench in the corridor. What Yunyi didn’t know was that as soon as she left Ning Junlan’s home, Ning Junlan had bought a ticket for the earliest available train to Beijing, setting off overnight. Meanwhile, on another train, the two people who had come to collect the fan found their journey had been for nothing. Ning Junlan was simply too excited. The fan, rejuvenated by Yunyi’s touch, seemed even more vibrant and alive. She felt she absolutely had to deliver it in person. Perhaps due to her constitution, or perhaps because her subconscious wished to avoid facing reality, Guo Shuiyu woke up quite late. It was on Yunyi’s third visit to check on her that she finally stirred. When Guo Shuiyu awoke, she looked utterly dejected. Seeing her in this state, Yunyi felt a pang of frustration—that familiar disappointment when someone doesn’t live up to expectations. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked.