"Xiao Yi!" Gao Cuilan hurriedly rose to greet her.
Xiao Yi nodded gently, her gaze sweeping quickly over everyone present before finally settling on Chen Xiaojun, who lay quietly on the sickbed.
"How is Brother Xiaojun doing?" she asked softly.
Gao Cuilan quickly gave her a detailed account of how he had fallen unconscious, and Xiao Yi listened intently.
When she learned that Chen Xiaojun had still called her name while unconscious, her eyes reddened slightly. A complicated expression crossed her face, mingling tenderness with heartache.
"Thank you for all your hard work," Xiao Yi said softly. "I'll tend to Brother Xiaojun's injuries myself. Go get some rest."
Zhu Wuneng and Dugu Fu tactfully withdrew outside, leaving them undisturbed.
Gao Cuilan and Su Ningxia exchanged a knowing glance, then quietly left the Rock Cave as well, leaving Xiao Yi alone with Chen Xiaojun.
As far as they were concerned, with Xiao Yi there, Chen Xiaojun would be fine.
In truth, Chen Xiaojun's condition was beyond what Xiao Yi's life soul power could address. The major systems within his body were repairing and adjusting themselves.
His cells were repairing themselves, his meridians and organs were reorganizing and strengthening, his blood was carrying away fatigue and toxins, his nervous system was relaxing, and his mental power was gradually recovering. When he woke, he might be even stronger and more resilient.
Xiao Yi slowly approached Chen Xiaojun and gently clasped his slightly cold hand, sharing her warmth with him.
"Brother Xiaojun, I'm here," she whispered.
Her voice was like a fine spring rain brushing over tender leaves, carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.
Chen Xiaojun's brow eased slightly, and even the corners of his tightly pressed lips seemed to relax a little.
He seemed to sense Xiao Yi's presence and her familiar, warm companionship,