Yu Jing couldn't believe it, three months ago, Qi Xiaohong had been tormented by illness to the point of not even having the strength to sit up, and now she actually sat up by herself.
"Xiaohong, do you really feel much better?" Yu Jing asked.
"Yes, not only do I not feel that uncomfortable, but I also feel strength in my body. I might have been lying down for too long, my back is a bit sore, I'm going to stand up and move around." Qi Xiaohong couldn't believe it either and just wanted to try. But to her surprise, she actually managed to stand up on her own.
The moment Qi Xiaohong walked out of the tent, it was as if she had left hell and entered heaven.
Yu Jing, however, was stunned. Qi Xiaohong could stand up and even walk, looking no different from an ordinary person.
