After what felt like an eternity, Qi Jianyi finally managed to lift her fingers, the smallest movement sending a ripple of relief through her.
She wasn't sure how long she had been trapped in the haze of unconsciousness, but the simple act of moving felt like a victory. She needed her family to know she was waking up.
Suddenly, a loud and excited voice shattered the stillness of the room.
"Mom, look! Sister's finger is moving!" Qi Jinlu's excitement rang out like a bell, cutting through the tension that had settled in the ward.
Mrs. Qi immediately turned toward the bed, her eyes wide with hope, while Mr. Qi shifted closer, his usual composed demeanour giving way to a palpable anxiety.
Mrs. Qi's hand trembled as she reached out, gently cradling Qi Jianyi's cold fingers in her own, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
