Jiang Ci was visiting her mother when Zhou Qi shared some good news: a few days ago, Tu Ying's little finger moved slightly.

"Really?" Jiang Ci was overjoyed. Six years—her mother had been lying there for six whole years, and now she finally moved. "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Jiang Ci found it hard to believe and wanted a more certain answer.

"How could I be wrong? I've been taking care of patients for so many years. I can tell the difference between nerve necrosis and instinctive reactions." Aunt Zhou Qi was wiping Tu Ying's hands.