The oxygen in the oxygen tank had been completely consumed, but luckily Huo Lin had received hypoxia training early on.

He dragged Zhang Xi with the help of other guards and successfully brought him onto the spaceship.

Once on the spaceship, Huo Lin immediately called out, “Doctor, bring the doctor over!”

The people Huo Lin brought with him were quite well-equipped, in addition to a whole guard team, there were other talents, all on his spaceship.

The doctor hurried over and directed the people to put Zhang Xi on the sickbed.

Zhang Xi's condition was visibly dangerous, and the doctor did not have time to say much to Huo Lin, so he immediately began rescuing Zhang Xi. The doctor could only treat his external injuries.

After a short while, he came out and said to Huo Lin, “Your Highness, I have detected that his mental power is very unstable. If left unattended, it will affect everyone on the spaceship.”

A berserk mental power not only caused suffering to the individual, but it could also induce others to fall into a similar condition. Of course, this influence only targeted those with lower mental power levels.

Huo Lin thought for a moment and said, “Take him to room B02. He won't affect anyone else if he stays there.”

“Understood.”

Zhang Xi was transferred to a new room.

He had fought with people in a hypoxic environment for too long, and his body suffered great damage.

Fortunately, he was still unconscious; otherwise, he would have struggled in great pain due to the effects of his berserk mental power.

Time passed bit by bit. Just as the doctor was packing up the equipment and preparing to leave temporarily, the door was knocked on loudly.

He opened the door and saw the Crown Prince and a little curly-haired child being led by the Crown Prince.

“I've come to see Daddy.”

The curly-haired child looked up with a chubby face and asked the doctor, “Can I go see Daddy?”

“You can, but it's better to wait a little while.”

He didn't know what the mental level of this little guy was. If it's too weak, going in would be like sending him to his death.

Before he could finish his advice, the little child at the door had already run in.

After Jian Ning ran in, Huo Lin followed.

He didn't let the doctor stay here anymore.

After the doctor left, he closed the door and turned to look at Jian Ning.

At this moment, Jian Ning had crawled onto his father's bed and was holding his father's face. He was pressing his forehead against his father's.

Huo Lin had never seen him do this before, so for a moment he wasn't sure what he was doing.

Regarding Jian Ning's healing ability, even the Crown Prince, whom he had known for years, did not know about it.

The last time Queen Ai Wei woke up was related to Jian Ning's mental power, but the Queen said it was the effect of the Phoenix Feather Stone, and it was not directly related to Jian Ning.

This was the first time Huo Lin had witnessed the little child soothing someone's mental power.

At such a close distance, it was much easier to use the little tender sprout to calm the raging mental power.

Jian Ning closed his eyes and pressed his forehead for an unknown amount of time. In the end, his little head fell to the side with a tired and powerless look.

Huo Lin walked over and put him in a good position.

Although the sickbed was a single bed, accommodating a little child the size of a radish head was not a problem at all.

Huo Lin placed the little child who had been missing his father for a long time beside his father.

The little child's face was pressed against his father's arm, and his sleeping expression looked much calmer than before.

The adult and the child both slept, and this scene seemed to have a strange harmony.

Huo Lin looked at them for a while, then dialed his father's star machine number. His mother happened to be by his father's side when he made the call.

Huo Lin briefly explained the situation of Zhan Xi and proposed to take him back. As he spoke, the spaceship had already flown towards the direction of the White Mist Star.

Through the video, Ai Wei saw the big and small figures behind him. She gently said, “Come back, I will prepare a room for Zhan Xi.”

 

The spaceship accelerated all the way.

After the doctor entered again, he made a new discovery in horror: “Your Highness, Zhan Xi's mental power has stabilized, but his current physical condition clearly can not support his own mental power. So, how could it suddenly become stable?”

Huo Lin suddenly realized something upon hearing this.

But in a matter of seconds, he gave a reasonable explanation.

“Zhan Xi's physical fitness has always been strong, and Ningning is by his side. He doesn't want his mental power to affect Ningning, so he forced himself to calm down.”

There was no abnormality in Huo Lin's tone. He even gave an example: “When Zhan Xi's mental power was raging before, he was able to endure it.”

Upon hearing this, the doctor looked at Zhan Xi, then at the curly haired kid next to him.

The doctor, who had not yet married or had children, sighed softly, “It takes a strong will to calm one's own mental power.”

“Zhan Xi is a qualified father.”

No one could cure mental power outbursts, but they wouldn't die when they occurred either. Most people endured them until they stabilized again, or endured them until death.

Huo Lin summarized Zhan Xi's situation as the first type.

That evening, when they landed, Jian Ning just woke up in a daze. The first thing he did after waking up was to look at his father next to him.

Dad's spirit has been comforted by the little sprout.

Jian Ning sat on the bed, just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw her father's injury again.

He paused, reached out his chubby hand, but before he touched it, he heard her brother's footsteps.

“Brother.”

The little child looked at Dad's injury and then at his brother, who came over. His eyes were teary: “Dad is hurt.”

Huo Lin walked over to him and comforted him skillfully: “The doctor has already seen your dad, and he will get better soon.”

Before they could say a few more words, the spaceship had already landed.

Huo Lin held the child and instructed the chief of the guards to bring Zhan Xi down.

Zhan Xi was admitted to the hospital in the palace, and even Ai Wei came to see him once.

Ludwig didn't come to see him, but he did see the little child who had returned.

The little kid was sitting in his son's arms, crying.

When he saw him coming, the little kid reflexively suppressed his crying, but after a moment, he opened his little arms and let Ludwig hold him.

“Wipe my face.”

As soon as Ludwig picked the little child up, he lifted his chubby face and asked him to wipe it.

Ludwig lowered his eyes, looked at the soft and plump baby fat on the child's cheek, wiped his face, and then poked his baby fat.

“Why don't you let your brother wipe your face?”

Ludwig's tone seemed casual, but Huo Lin had a hunch that his father was expecting something from Ningning's response.

Ningning, who was not angry about being poked, sniffled and pitifully said in a baby voice, “Face is dirty. Don't want brother to be dirty.”

Ludwig, who understood what he was saying, glanced at his son. It seemed that the little guy wanted him to hold the baby while he wiped his face, so that his son's face wouldn't get dirty from the baby's tears.

Ludwig felt like a tool as he handed the still teary-eyed child back to his son, expressionless.

Huo Lin took the clean-faced baby and brought him to Zhan Xi.

Several days passed.

Zhan Xi stayed in the hospital room, which did not use materials that could isolate mental power. The mental power levels of the people in the palace were extremely high, so there was no need to worry about being affected by him.

Jian Ning watched his father every day. Except for sometimes when he saw that his father was still not awake and would cry out of worry, he was otherwise stable emotionally.

Dr. Jean had a gentle attitude and told Ningning, who was watching over his father, “Ningning, your father's injury is recovering very well, and he will be able to get up and hug you soon.”

Jian Ning nodded and politely thanked Dr. Jean in a small voice.

On the third day, Zhan Xi finally opened his eyes, but he didn't stay awake for long before falling asleep again. Just then, Marshal Twain came to the palace to visit his son.

“Wagner and Ningning are in the hospital room. Do you need me to go get Wagner?” Andrei saw the Marshal walking beside Ludwig and asked.

Twain replied indifferently, “No need, I'll go see him.”

Twain and Ludwig walked towards the hospital room, where Ningning was teaching a course on how to take care of his father.

 

“Even if Daddy doesn't wake up, we still have to clean him up nice and tidy.”

Ningning twisted his little handkerchief and wiped his father's face carefully with water.

“We also have to feed Daddy!”

After using up the handkerchief, Ningning brought his own milk bottle.

He himself even spills his food while eating with a round spoon, let alone feeding his father with a spoon. In order to complete the feeding, he contributed his own milk bottle.

Wiping the face, feeding, tidying up his father's clothes, and chatting with his father.

Ningning was so busy.

Wagner sat on the side, watching him busily taking care of his father.

“Wagner, we have to take good care of Dad.”

Ningning was so busy that his little face was tired and red. He was busy with his hands and also talking to Wagner: “We must be filial to Dad!”

Wagner listened carefully to the words of the little filial son.

However, after listening for a while, he was still a little puzzled: “Ningning, your father has other people taking care of him. Why do you have to work so hard?”

There were professionals taking care of Zhan Xi in the ward, and the activities that Ningning did were enough to keep a young child busy. But in fact, the nurses had already done these tasks.

However, watching the little child busily wiping his father's face and feeding him water was an interesting thing, so no one stopped him.

Seeing that Ningning was so filial, Wagner, who was not very close to his father, made an awkward statement - “Next time when my father can't move, I will take care of him like this too.”

Wagner's words also carried a little expectation, and he seemed to want to put it into practice immediately in front of his father.

Coincidentally, this sentence was heard by someone outside the ward.

Marshal Twain's mouth twitched.

He was afraid of disappointing his son. In the short term, he probably had no possibility of paralysis.

Ludwig glanced at Twain and said nothing.

The two were about to push the door in when suddenly they both sensed a mental power outbreak from the bed. The outbreak was not strong, but if left unchecked, it would develop into a complete mental power frenzy.

Ludwig thought that there were still young cubs whose mental power had not been tested. His face changed slightly, and Twain pushed the door in first.

And the moment he came in, the little child who had just been feeding his father with a bottle instinctively pressed his forehead against his father's.

After only a moment of contact, the frenzied mental power returned to stability.

Holding the bottle, the little cub sucked on some sugar water to replenish his energy.

A few steps away, Ludwig, who was sensitive to all mental power changes, stared straight at the little child on the bed.

“Daddy, does your head still hurt?”

After replenishing his energy, Ningning threw the bottle aside and asked his father.

Mental power frenzy would cause a headache, so after treating his father's mental power in the past, Ningning would always ask this after.

Zhan Xi did not answer, but the instrument showed that his vital signs were stable, and he occasionally had eye reactions. The doctor said he would soon wake up completely.

Ningning was not discouraged when he didn't get an answer.

He thought he heard footsteps just now, so after asking his father, he turned his head to look behind him.

It was Uncle Lulu.

The tired little child who had been taking care of his father hurriedly opened his arms, letting Uncle Lulu pick him up.

He wanted to play the game of being lifted up and shaken!

“Uncle! Pick me up!”

Ningning looked at Ludwig with bright eyes. At some point, the gaze of this young child looking at Ludwig was no longer fearful, like it was at the beginning.

He regarded Ludwig as someone he could trust.

Ludwig stood still, stunned for a few seconds.

After a few seconds, he walked over, picked up the child who wanted a hug, and looked back at Twain.