Mrs. Ai’er chuckled to herself and gave a reassuring answer: "No, it’s just spiritual power collapse."
"She’ll be fine after a period of rest."
"That’s wonderful."
Mo Si imdiately opened the chanical pod and carefully placed Jiang Qiuqiu on the soft sickbed.
For so reason, even though he had received confirmation from the elder, Mo Si couldn’t help but reach out and touch her forehead, scanning her body with a deeper, more refined strand of his spiritual power.
Her Sea of Spirit Power was indeed still there. He let out a long sigh of relief. He turned to thank her, but was t with Mrs. Ai’er’s teasing smile.
She tsked. "You carried her all the way here looking so anxious, yet you still didn’t trust ."
His action had indeed been improper. Mo Si quickly apologized, "Mrs. Ai’er, I’m so sorry. I..."
"Alright, alright, I won’t hold it against you young people." She took off her glasses and rolled her shoulders, her voice full of amusent and a hint of reminiscence. "Worry makes one foolish. I get it."
"..."
’From her strange tone, I don’t think she gets it at all.’
"She’s a promising soldier—young, with a bright future and limitless potential. She wants to see greater heights. It would be such a sha if she lost her spiritual power," he said, as if explaining his anxiety.
Mrs. Ai’er nodded. "I know, I know."
’That’s a fine speech, but there are many people like that... There probably aren’t many who can affect Little Mo General this way, though.’
Mrs. Ai’er walked to the door, and Mo Si followed.
"What happened to this girl?" she asked. "Although collapse is a minor issue, it doesn’t just happen for no reason. Was she training too hard?"
"I don’t know, either. I just got back from a eting on 13 Star." Mo Si decided he would ask the guards stationed here later to find out what had happened.
Now that they were closer, Mrs. Ai’er took a better look at Mo Si’s face. She let out a curious sound. "During your Military Departnt interview... you didn’t look like this, did you? Why has your face changed?"
"It’s a mask," Mo Si said. "I ca here before to help Chengyu sort out her spiritual power, and by a strange coincidence, she was living next door. Since I was coming and going often, it wasn’t convenient to use my real face."
"Oh, I see. We old folks can’t keep up with all this new technology."
"I never would have guessed you missed your 16-year-old self so much, Little Mo. Seeing you in that mask makes this old grandma feel like we’ve gone back in ti."
"..."
"Chengyu set it up."
"Always playing tricks on people."
’That does sound like that girl’s personality.’ Mrs. Ai’er smiled and remarked with a sigh, "You are all such vibrant young people."
As the two of them were speaking, the terminal inside the room began to beep incessantly.
Mo Si quickly turned and went to the bedside. The na "ii" was flashing continuously on Jiang Qiuqiu’s terminal. Mo Si rembered Jiang Qiuqiu ntioning that this was her editor.
’It’s safe to answer.’
He drew a sliver of Jiang Qiuqiu’s spiritual power to open the terminal and accept the call.
A frantic voice imdiately ca from the other end: "Qiuqiu? Qiuqiu, are you awake? We’re at the entrance to your residential complex right now! Little President Qian and I are here with an ambulance, but the guards won’t let us in!"
She was practically dying of anxiety. The security here was ridiculously good; Little President Qian had already tried flashing his status and throwing money around, and while the guards were about to tear their hair out, they still wouldn’t budge.
They insisted that unless the resident herself made the call...
’Damn it, the resident is unconscious! How the hell is she supposed to make a call!’
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