Ba Aixi's last memory was in the warehouse of the "Fingertip Fashion" company, bending down to pick up the "Special Care Oil for Hand Models" that had fallen down - it was a new product just purchased from overseas. The bottle was so slippery that it looked like it had been smeared with wax. The pallet under her feet was moved by someone unknown. Her center of gravity tilted, and the back of her head hit the angle steel of the shelf. A white light exploded in front of her eyes, and the only sound left in her ears was the "crash" of the nursing oil bottle being smashed, and her own rapid breathing.
