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After reading Liu Ruyan's words, Liu Yirong nodded and added: "Moreover, her upper soul nest, that is, the sea of ​​​​spirituality, is surging at the moment, and seems to be under tremendous pressure."

"The Upper Soul Nest even has a tendency to protect itself and shut down, which is why she has fainted many times."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Shiqing's expression became even more solemn, and he sighed: "Let's try our best to save Xiaoyi's life first, and hope we can find a way to save her."

At this time, Su Ningxia stood quietly aside, with her hands hanging at her sides, listening silently to the conversation of the crowd, holding the tool for pounding medicine in her hand.

Chen Cong stood at the window opposite the door with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Xiaojun took a few quick steps towards the bed. With every step he took, the pain in his chest became more intense.

When he approached, the people in front of the bed automatically made way for her. His eyes were fixed on Xiaoyi's pale and fragile face, his heart filled with endless worry and pain.

Chen Xiaojun sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Xiaoyi's face. He reached out and gently held Xiaoyi's hand. The hand was cold and thin, which made him feel distressed.

After a long while, Chen Xiaojun said softly, "Xiaoyi."

At this moment, Xiaoyi seemed to sense something and her fingers moved slightly.

Chen Xiaojun felt excited and gently closed Xiaoyi's soft lips with both hands, looking forward to her waking up.

After a long time, Xiaoyi's eyelids finally trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When Xiaoyi's eyes met Chen Xiaojun's, a hint of surprise and tenderness flashed in her eyes.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said weakly, "It's good that you woke up."

Hearing these words, Chen Xiaojun's eyes instantly became moist, and he held Xiaoyi's slender hand even tighter, as if he wanted to inject all his strength into her body to support her.

He said in a low and somewhat slow voice: "Yes, I am awake."

Xiaoyi shook her head slightly, her voice weak but with a soft warmth, she said softly: "You don't have to thank me, Brother Xiaojun, as long as you can get better, I am willing to do anything."

Although the voice was weak, every word was like a sharp needle, piercing into the hearts of everyone present, making people feel distressed.

When Liu Ruyan and Su Ningxia heard this, their eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in their eyes, ready to burst out at any time.

Chen Xiaojun's heart was deeply struck by Xiaoyi's words. An indescribable pain raged in his heart like a sharp knife.

Chen Xiaojun took a deep breath, took out an exquisite red bracelet, and said gently: "Today is your birthday, Xiaoyi. This is the birthday gift I prepared for you. I will put it on you."

His hands trembled slightly, but he tied the bracelet for her with great determination. He carefully put the bracelet around Xiaoyi's slender wrist and gently fastened the last button.

A happy smile broke out on Xiaoyi's face. She pulled the corners of her mouth, and although it looked a little difficult, her bright eyes sparkled with happiness.

She said softly, "It looks great. I like it very much. Thank you, Brother Xiaojun."

However, her voice soon became weaker and her eyelids began to droop heavily.

She tried hard to keep her eyes open and looked at Chen Xiaojun, her eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia.

"I... I can't accompany you for the time being." Xiaoyi's voice was almost inaudible, but she still tried to finish the sentence.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes also turned red. He forced out an ugly smile and said, "Okay, you have a good rest. When you wake up, we will be together again..."

His voice choked and he couldn't say any more.

Xiaoyi looked at him, her eyes that were once as bright as stars gradually lost focus and then slowly closed.

Her breathing became slow and deep, and she fell into an endless sleep.

Time froze at this moment and everything around was still.

Only Xiaoyi was lying there quietly, her bracelet flickering with soft light, the continuation of her life.

Chen Xiaojun's heart sank to the bottom. He knew that Xiaoyi's condition was getting worse and worse. He was afraid that separation at this moment might mean losing her forever.

At this moment, Xiaoyi's body suddenly trembled, and her face became even paler, snow-white and creepy, as if all her vitality was lost at this moment.

Chen Xiaojun's heart trembled violently, and he called her name softly: "Xiaoyi! Xiaoyi! Wake up!"

However, the reality was cruel, and the only response he got was silence.

Xiaoyi's body gradually became stiff, her eyes closed tightly and never opened again.

Seeing this, the people in front of the bed also became anxious.

Zhu Shiqing and Liu Yirong quickly stepped forward to check on Xiaoyi's condition, while Liu Ruyan prayed silently on the side.

Su Ningxia bit her lips tightly, tears glistening in her eyes, and she stayed there unconsciously.

Chen Cong also walked to the bedside. He looked at the unconscious Xiaoyi with an inexplicable dark look in his eyes.

After a long period of contemplation, Liu Yirong finally considered her words. She said in a heavy tone, "Miss Xiaoyi's physical condition is fluctuating again, and it is more serious than before. Her upper soul nest, her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, is now closed."

She rubbed her brows, her eyes revealing deep worry: "I think she has been holding on, just waiting for Master Xiaojun to wake up. Now that she has finally seen the Master, the persistence and expectation in her heart are like a deflated balloon, and she can no longer hold on."

When Liu Yirong said this, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, as if she was hesitant to speak.

Finally, she bit her lower lip lightly and continued, "Besides, Xiaoyi, she should have some understanding of her situation. She is a smart and strong girl. Perhaps, she had already made some preparations when she performed her secret skills."

Chen Cong looked solemn, frowning, and said hastily, "What about Xiaoyi? Is her life in danger right now?"

Liu Yirong sighed softly, her eyes drooped slightly, and her tone was somewhat helpless: "I don't really know. Every time she faints, it's like experiencing a life-and-death catastrophe. Her vital signs will gradually weaken. It depends on whether that power can protect her again. It's really hard to predict."

Chen Cong clenched his palms, trying to find a glimmer of hope in Liu Yirong's words: "You mean, we need to continuously inject vitality to maintain Xiaoyi's vital signs for a long time?"

Liu Yirong nodded, looking solemn, and said seriously: "Master Cong, that's right. We must ensure that Miss Xiaoyi's life organs are adequately nourished until she can adapt to that power."

"The human body is very delicate and adaptable. It is constantly circulating and will strengthen the body synchronously."