The car was halfway there when Zhuo Feng remembered some good news.
"Master Bai’s Daffodil made it to the finalists of the winter flowers exhibition, and it will be competing in the top ten selection organized by renowned gardeners," right after Xiao Xian was hospitalized, Zhuo Feng received the winning notification call from the exhibition’s organizers.
This year’s winter was slightly warmer than usual, and most winter flowers bloom in warmth, so this winter flower exhibition could be said to be more magnificent than ever before, with various flowers vying for beauty and catching the judges’ eyes.
"It’s also a confirmation of Mr. Bai’s cultivation techniques. The other nine types of flowers were all precious and rare. It’s our Narcissus that came out on top," Feng Xing was initially against Zhuo Feng sending Mr. Bai’s flower for the exhibition, always felt that with the person gone, it was their belongings after one’s death, and worried it would provoke gossip.
But when Zhuo Feng crossed her arms and shot him a fierce glare with her phoenix eyes, he had nothing more to say. No matter how much gossip there was, as long as his wife liked it, it was all inconsequential.
"Xiao Xian, I need to discuss something with you. Your uncle and I are planning to sell our house in the city and invest all the money into the farmstead. What do you think?" Actually, there was no need to discuss with Xiao Xian, but Zhuo Feng thought, since they were a family and she had read from books that moving houses is a sensitive issue for children, which could easily lead to a sense of insecurity, so she still wanted to ask.
In the back of the car, there was no response. Zhuo Feng turned her head to look.
"Xiao Xian! Xiao Xian!! Don’t scare your aunt, what’s wrong with you?" As soon as he heard his wife’s shrill cry, Feng Xing hurriedly stopped the car.
Xiao Xian, who was fine just a moment ago, was now curled up on the car seat, her entire body as hot as an iron brand, her lips also turning fiery red.
Feng Xing quickly stopped the car, and Zhuo Feng rushed to Xiao Xian’s side, calling her name in panic, but Xiao Xian seemed not to hear, her body trembling uncontrollably like chaff in the wind.
"Ah Feng, don’t cry, let’s go back to the hospital first." Feng Xing quickly calmed down. He was very nervous, but he was the man of the house, the backbone, and he couldn’t afford to be chaotic in this situation.
The car sped back at the maximum speed it could manage.
It felt so unbearable. Xiao Xian only felt as if her whole body was in fire, with strands of Daoist Spiritual Energy chaotically moving through her body, her throat dry, limbs beyond the control of her will, and her eyelids incredibly heavy.
The Gold Grade Space’s Spiritual Energy that the sugarcane seedling had absorbed earlier suddenly became unruly, with several strands of golden Spiritual Energy running forcefully in the space, with Little White Jiao dodging and soaring into mid-air.
Sugarcane seedling also shook its four leaves "flurriedly." This time, its greed had truly caused trouble. A couple of days ago, it had consumed in one gulp the Spiritual Power that flowed out from Zhou Ziang’s space, intending to make the Gold Grade Spiritual Power its own for advancing its cultivation. Who knew that, once inside the space, it found out that the seemingly pure gold-grade Spiritual Power was mingled with some strange energies it had never encountered before.
Before Yun Guanzi passed through, the Spiritual Energy in the Gold Grade Space was very pure, but after arriving in this world, in order to maintain the Spiritual Energy of the Gold Grade Space, it had to start absorbing the Spiritual Energy from various genetically mutated plants.
In the past four to five years, his space’s Spiritual Energy had become difficult for ordinary Cultivators to handle. If it had been any other inferior space, probably misusing those Mutated spiritual powers would have caused the space to explode and collapse, killing the host as well.
Only a garbage space that had gone through numerous hardships and consumed all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures "garbage" could suppress it. Today, it truly exploded forth. The space was in chaos, and Xiao Xian’s own body naturally suffered greatly.
Upon receiving the couple rushing in, the hospital’s doctor immediately had Xiao Xian placed on a cart and rushed to the emergency room.
"Does the patient have any past medical history or drug allergies," the attending doctor flipped Xiao Xian’s eyelids, pupils not showing dilation, pulse and heartbeat irregular. This patient was also under his care a few days ago; she should have undergone a health check before discharge. Could there have been some latent symptoms that weren’t detected?
The nurse sought confirmation from Zhuo Feng, "None, none at all, she’s very healthy, usually doesn’t even get coughs or colds, Xiao Xian, don’t scare your aunt. Don’t hold me back, I’m going in," Zhuo Feng, ignoring Feng Xing’s attempts to stop her, insisted on breaking into the emergency center.