Chapter 871 - 850: Interstellar Superstar 20

Chapter 871: Chapter 850: Interstellar Superstar 20

The flying vehicle landed on the Xiao Family’s helipad.

Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Mei had already come out from the main house to greet them.

Cui Zhengxun jumped down from the flying vehicle, holding Anning, and Marshal Xiao ran ahead with them: "Hurry up."

Mrs. Xiao was also taken aback when she saw Anning.

Xiao Mei immediately contacted the Healer in the main house: "Prepare all the treatment equipment immediately."

As Cui Zhengxun was running towards the main house, Anning suddenly pointed to a window of the main house: "There, what’s there?"

Mrs. Xiao was stunned for a moment, tears streaming down: "That’s my son, he’s been convalescing inside."

Anning’s body trembled slightly, weakly saying: "Go, go take a look."

Cui Zhengxun glanced at Marshal Xiao, who immediately said: "Okay, let’s go take a look."

The group entered the house without any pause and headed straight for a certain room on the second floor.

The sound of footsteps was cluttered as it echoed in the second-floor corridor, and a room door was pushed open. A man in a neat uniform stepped out.

Mrs. Xiao was taken aback when she saw him: "Ah Gen, when did you come back?"

The man smiled: "Just recently, I first went to check on brother."

Anning, cradled in Cui Zhengxun’s arms, squinted slightly and glanced at Xiao Gen.

Her complexion improved significantly, her heart no longer ached, and her body was gradually recovering.

She pinched Cui Zhengxun’s arm: "Dad, I’m fine now."

Cui Zhengxun was momentarily surprised, then put Anning down.

Once Anning’s feet touched the ground, she asked Marshal Xiao: "Is this General Xiao’s room? May I go in and see him?"

"Yes, you may."

Marshal Xiao didn’t know why Anning suddenly felt better, but he was more than willing for Anning to visit Xiao Yuan.

Anning took a few steps to the outside of the room, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

This was a sunlit room, very large, but sparsely furnished with just a bed, a table, and a wardrobe, along with various medical equipment.

A gaunt man lay on the bed, with a transparent mask suspended above him for treatment.

Moreover, several small devices were positioned around the man’s head, monitoring his spiritual power.

Anning walked about ten steps to the bedside, looking down at the man lying there.

His eyes were tightly shut, but his face was etched with pain, his brows furrowed, dark circles under his eyes, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was so thin, seemingly just skin and bones.

This man should have been quite handsome and dashing, with a tall stature, perfect bone structure, and refined features. But due to his emaciation, he resembled a skeleton, evoking fear at first glance.

Anning’s gaze moved from his face to his hand.

His hand was so thin that the joints were prominent, hardly resembling a human hand, more like a chicken claw.

Seeing this, Anning felt quite uneasy.

"His spiritual power was shattered, wildly rampaging within his body, a truly unbearable experience."

At some point, the Healer had entered.

Standing beside Anning, he softly explained: "If it weren’t for the Marshal’s strong willpower, he might have already given up under such pain and chosen death."

Anning gently closed her eyes: "How long has he been like this?"

The Healer sighed: "Over a year. Recently, his condition has worsened, and I’m afraid he won’t hold on much longer."

Mrs. Xiao couldn’t bear to look at Xiao Yuan, covering her face as she sobbed softly.

As soon as she began to cry, Xiao Yuan’s already furrowed brows knitted even tighter, his teeth biting into his lip, drawing a trace of blood, and his body began to convulse violently.

It was clear that even in sleep, he was in immense agony.

Anning turned to Mrs. Xiao: "Marshal, Mrs. Xiao, I would like to ask you to keep this room extremely quiet for the next period of time."

Mrs. Xiao immediately covered her mouth.

Marshal Xiao nodded.

With his nod, nearly all sounds in the room vanished.

Anning stood straight by the sickbed, no longer looking at the patient but rather at the greenery outside the window.

She began to sing softly.

No one knew what she was singing, only that her voice was clear and melodious, ethereal and spiritual. Nobody understood the lyrics, but it was evident that her song had a soothing effect on the soul.

Everyone in the room felt an inner peace, all irritations vanished, leaving only warmth and happiness.

Anning clasped her hands in front of her, as a lengthy chant flowed from her lips, filling the room. The beautiful melody echoed, gradually entering Xiao Yuan’s ears.

His violently trembling body calmed down, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the pain on his face dissipated, replaced by a look of peace. Gradually, he fell asleep.

It wasn’t until Anning’s song ended that Mrs. Xiao couldn’t help but burst into tears of joy.

She happily turned and embraced Marshal Xiao: "Ah Yuan is asleep, Ah Yuan is finally asleep, it’s wonderful, just wonderful."

Xiao Mei also lowered her head, wiping her tears.

Anning turned and smiled at Mrs. Xiao, a warm smile like a ray of sunlight entering Mrs. Xiao’s heart.

Mrs. Xiao held Anning’s hands, thanking her profusely: "Thank you, really, thank you so much. Our Ah Yuan can finally find some relief."

Mrs. Xiao laughed and cried, somewhat unable to continue speaking.

Marshal Xiao still remembered that Anning’s condition hadn’t been too good earlier, so he told the Healer: "Please examine Ms. Cui’s body."

"No need."

Anning knew there was nothing wrong with her, it was just that Xiao Yuan must have been in danger earlier, which was why she felt heartache.

"Please have a check-up."

Cui Zhengxun and Li Wanwan weren’t reassured.

Anning thought for a moment and said to the Healer: "Thank you for your trouble."

She didn’t leave but stayed in that room to let the Healer examine her.

After the examination, the Healer said: "Ms. Cui is in good health. Earlier, she might have felt a bit unwell after coming out of the gaming world."

Anning nodded: "That should be the case, after all, it took a lot of spiritual power to extricate myself from the gaming world."

That explanation was reasonable enough.

Li Wanwan was still a bit worried: "You need to be careful in the future, don’t do anything too taxing on your spiritual power."

Uh?

Mrs. Xiao looked at Li Wanwan, unsure if Li Wanwan was intentionally saying it for her to hear.

However, she thought, even if Anning couldn’t help channel Xiao Yuan’s spiritual power, as long as Anning was willing to sing a song for Xiao Yuan every few days, it would be fine. After all, Xiao Yuan had slept particularly soundly after Anning’s song.