"Her finger moved! Her finger just moved, Aunt Fang! Lin Xi's finger just moved."
Liu Jiayi shouted at Aunt Fang, with excited tears swirling in her eyes.
For a full week, there had been no response at all from Lin Xi, but today, finally, a movement. Did this mean that Lin Xi was regaining consciousness, teetering on the brink of waking up?
Hearing this, Aunt Fang hurried over to Liu Jiayi's side, staring intently at Lin Xi's hand without blinking. After waiting for five minutes, Lin Xi's fingers once again curled slightly inward.
"It did move! It did move! Miss Liu, Miss Lin really moved. I saw it too."
Aunt Fang's eyes gleamed with excited tears, feeling joy from the bottom of her heart. The sense of accomplishment would be immense if a patient in a deep coma were to wake up under her care.
Liu Jiayi nodded repeatedly, overwhelmed by emotion, and took Lin Xi's hand, calling out loudly, "Lin Xi, wake up. Can you hear me talking? It's Liu Jiayi..."
