As the silver needles sank in one by one, Doctor Liu's expression grew increasingly grave, and beads of sweat formed on his brow.
On the bed, Mrs. Shen finally showed a reaction.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she began to regain consciousness.
Before Mrs. Li could feel a glimmer of joy, she saw Doctor Liu slowly shake his head. "There is nothing more I can do. If you have any last words, it is time to say them."
Just as he finished speaking, Mrs. Shen slowly opened her eyes.
Mrs. Li muffled a sob with her hand, crying out to Cui Lingyao, "Quick, come and speak with your mother. You're the one she worries about most."
She had shed a lifetime of tears for this daughter of hers.
Cui Lingyao stumbled to the side of the bed.
Mrs. Shen's head was a pincushion of silver needles. Her lips parted, and though her voice was a hoarse, unintelligible rasp, her gaze was clear as it fixed upon her daughter.
