After hearing Liu Ruyan's words, Liu Yirong nodded and added, "And her Upper Soul Nest—that is, her Sea of Consciousness—is churning violently right now. It seems to be under tremendous pressure."
"The Upper Soul Nest even shows signs of protecting itself and shutting down. That is also why she has fainted several times."
When Zhu Shiqing heard this, his expression grew even graver. He sighed. "Let's do our best to preserve Xiao Yi's life first. Hopefully, we can find a way to save her."
At that moment, Su Ningxia stood quietly off to the side, her hands hanging by her sides as she silently listened to everyone's conversation, still holding the tools for grinding medicine.
Chen Cong stood with his hands behind his back by the window opposite the door, gazing into the distance as if lost in thought.
Chen Xiaojun hurried forward a few steps toward the bedside. With every step he took, the pain in his chest worsened.
When he drew near, the people before the bed automatically stepped aside to make way. His gaze locked tightly onto Xiao Yi's pale, fragile face, his heart filled with endless worry and pain.
Chen Xiaojun sat down by the bed and stared at Xiao Yi's face. He reached out and gently took her hand. It was cold and frail, making his heart ache.
After a long while, Chen Xiaojun called softly, "Xiao Yi."
Just then, Xiao Yi seemed to sense something, and her fingers moved slightly.
Excitement surged in Chen Xiaojun's heart. He gently folded both hands around Xiao Yi's delicate hand, waiting for her to wake.
A long time passed before Xiao Yi's eyelids finally trembled faintly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
When Xiao Yi's gaze met Chen Xiaojun's, a trace of surprise and tenderness flashed through her