"It's about his sister," the spirit child looked at Feng Qishi, "and his family's relationship with him abandoning them, which plunged him into extreme despair. Also, although he appears alright, he carries many burdens. Furthermore, his lifespan was already nearing its end; you can't save him."
"You mean," Mu An Xiao's eyes were vacant, "everything before was a pretense?"
"You could say that. Moreover," the spirit child said, glancing at Feng Qishi, who had closed his eyes, "you can save his body, but you can't save his despairing heart. So, to save someone, you must first save their heart."
"He's so severely injured, how can I save him?" Mu An Xiao asked, agitated.
"When he was persistently bothering you before, you should have considered his feelings from his perspective. If you had done so then, do you think," the spirit child said, "his heart would have fallen into despair?"
Listening to the spirit child's words, Mu An Xiao couldn't help but recall Feng Qishi's repeated laments, saying, "It's all my fault."
"You are not at fault, it's just that I can only say you didn't understand him. You did it for his own good, and that's good," the spirit child added.
The petite demon stood up and said, "I also believe you did it for his own good. You only wanted him to have a good life in this existence, which is the same principle as us wanting our master to have a healthy body."
Mu An Xiao glanced at the petite demon sideways and asked with a darkening gaze, "What should we do now?"
"Press the bell to let the humans make a final effort," the spirit child pointed to the call bell by the bed.
Upon hearing this, Mu An Xiao looked at Feng Qishi's pale face, and couldn't help but shed a tear. "Why did it turn out this way?" As she spoke, she slowly raised her index finger and, using her magic, gently pressed the call bell.
An hour later, Feng Qishi had completely entered emergency resuscitation. Mu An Xiao, invisible, stood in place watching the doctors and nurses rushing to save him, and said, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Heaven's secrets cannot be divulged. And don't blame yourself," the spirit child replied.
"Is he going to be reincarnated?" Mu An Xiao asked.
The spirit child dodged her gaze and said, "I don't know about that. The placement method for each soul is different."
Mu An Xiao fell silent upon hearing this.
Outside the resuscitation room, Mother Feng, looking weary, leaned against Father Feng and said, "Didn't they say he was fine?"
Feng Sen glanced at Feng Feng and Feng Yan, who were sitting on the public chairs without saying a word, and said, "Feng Qishi was already a sick person. If you had to stimulate him like that, of course, he wouldn't be able to hold on."
"Feng Sen, are you blaming me?" Mother Feng glared at Feng Sen.
Feng Sen's eyes flickered as he replied, "I wouldn't dare. I'm just saying what I think."
"Get out," Father Feng grunted.
Feng Sen curled his lips and took a step back, sitting on the public chairs.
Following that, Zhang Yan and Uncle Chen also arrived.
"Wasn't he doing alright this morning?" Uncle Chen asked Father Feng with a puzzled expression.
Father Feng shook his head.
Uncle Chen became anxious.
Feng Feng sat there, staring at the ground with vacant eyes, and said, "I don't know why he became like this. I told him not to interact with Mu An Xiao, and he got angry."
"It's not your fault, sister," Feng Yan patted Feng Feng's shoulder.
Feng Feng couldn't help but cry.
Zhang Yan looked silently at the door of the resuscitation room, clenched his fists, and thought: What happened? Could it be that Feng Qishi was already despairing before Mu An Xiao used immortal techniques to save him? Or perhaps, his lifespan had expired? Or maybe, he had given up on himself. As he thought about it, he felt an inexplicable sadness.
"Your thoughts, and that spirit's, are indeed consistent. However, you've only guessed half of it; his heart isn't that fragile!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's eyes widened, and he turned to look at the old gentleman standing behind him, dressed in ancient white attire. Without a word, he stepped forward and pointed towards the direction of the stairwell.
The old gentleman smiled faintly.
Zhang Yan quickly turned to look at Uncle Chen and the others, then walked past the old gentleman, leading the way.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the stairwell. Fearing that someone might overhear their conversation, Zhang Yan chose to become invisible and asked, "Why are you here?"
"If I didn't come, how would I take them away?" the old gentleman smiled.
"No," Zhang Yan rubbed the back of his head, "what exactly is going on?"
"The spiritual energy flowing within Mu An Xiao's body originally belonged to Shen Yan. Naturally, the place where that spiritual energy went is different," the old gentleman said calmly.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yan frowned. "I don't quite understand."
"Shen Yan was not buried. A portion of that spiritual energy has returned to his body, which naturally means this mortal vessel," the old gentleman shrugged, "is no longer of much use."
"You mean... you preserved Shen Yan's body?" Zhang Yan was astonished and filled with excitement.
"Shen Yan has been an immortal body since birth, so of course, it could be preserved," the old gentleman said.
"Wasn't he old?"
The old gentleman smiled faintly. "That was because he had lost his spiritual energy. Once the spiritual energy returned, his appearance naturally reverted."
"Does his body have an immortal age?"
"Do you think Shen Yan only had that bottle of blood?" the old gentleman said softly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's expression turned ferocious. "Old man, why didn't you do that sooner? If you had done it earlier, wouldn't all these subsequent events have been avoided?"
"At that time, the wolf demon was within his body. If I had done so then, the wolf demon would have had an opportunity. Moreover, Shen Yan's hatred for Mu An Xiao was so intense back then. If I had truly done that, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
"That's true," Zhang Yan nodded.
"The matters over there should be resolved soon. Don't tell them I've come," the old gentleman pointed at Zhang Yan. "And definitely don't tell them what I've said to you. Just let them continue to believe what they think. It will also give that family a chance for self-reflection."
"Understood," Zhang Yan nodded.
The old gentleman vanished.
Over at the resuscitation room, Feng Qishi was declared critically ill. With his last breath, he lay on the hospital bed, his blurry eyes looking at the few shining lights that were dazzling to him. He opened his mouth.
Watching Feng Qishi about to pass away, Mu An Xiao suddenly recalled the scene of burying Shen Yan and began to cry, "Feng Qishi, I'm sorry. I couldn't save you. I'm sorry."
Feng Qishi shook his head and opened his mouth again.
Mu An Xiao reached out and placed her hand on Feng Qishi's forehead, leaning in to look closely at his half-closed eyes, and said, "Speak, I'm listening."
"Don't blame yourself. This is my fate. Don't feel any guilt towards me, my fate, Mu Shazi."
Mu An Xiao silently wept.