Duan Yingying's lips moved tensely, then opened her mouth to call out cautiously. "Feng, Feng Jiu?"
Even though the voice coming out from her mouth was hoarse and not pleasing to the ear, it still brought tears to her eyes.
"I, I can speak? I, I can produce sounds..." She held Feng Jiu's hands tightly with both hands. Her voice was trembling as she spoke. At this time, her mood was filled with irrepressible excitement and joy.
Guan Xilin laughed loudly. "It's nothing. If Little Jiu says she can cure you, she will certainly be able to cure you." He had great faith in his sister's medical skills. She could certainly cure all diseases in the world that no one else could cure.
Feng Jiu smiled. "Because you haven't spoken for so long, it's possible to have some hoarseness in your vocal folds. But, don't worry, it's alright to eat more moistening food. Your voice will recover slowly."
