"Xiao Fei, stop joking with your brother. I know what you mean, and I'll definitely keep fighting to live," Da Ming said with a bitter smile on his face, clearly not believing Ye Fei's words.
Sensing his doubt, Ye Fei immediately became anxious.
He grabbed Da Ming's hand and lifted it up in the air.
"Brother, try to move your fingers."
Seeing that Ye Fei was serious, Da Ming skeptically tried.
Under the watchful eyes of the three people, Da Ming's two fingers miraculously twitched slightly.
"It's really moving! Shu Fen, my fingers can actually move."
Zhang Shufen, looking at the excited Da Ming, was instantly overwhelmed with tears.
Ye Fei also shouted excitedly, "I told you my medicine would definitely cure brother, now do you believe it?"
The sudden improvement left all three wildly excited.
After putting down Da Ming's hand, Ye Fei said with great excitement, "Brother, take your medicine every day, and I estimate it won't be long before you can walk on the ground."
