Si Xin Xin's body turned cold, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as the chaotic spiritual energy within her surged uncontrollably.
Feng Ning He could sense that she had already been treated, but the effect was not as good as expected.
"Where is your father?"
Feng Ning He raised an eyebrow instinctively, a hint of doubt in her beautiful eyes.
Si Xin Xin's illness was congenital, carried from her mother's womb, making it exceptionally difficult to treat.
Her father's aura was terrifying; he was certainly no ordinary person and would undoubtedly try every means to save Si Xin Xin.
Si Xin Xin remained silent, her small face beaming with happiness. She extended a tiny finger, pointing towards the side.
Following the direction of her finger, Feng Ning He saw two figures standing quietly in the courtyard.
Si Jian Ye wore a golden mask, and upon closer inspection, intricate patterns could be seen carved on it. Beneath the mask, his deep eyes held a hint of coldness.
Behind him stood A Xi.
Seeing Si Xin Xin's radiant smile and the joy on her little face, A Xi couldn't help but exclaim, "No matter what, seeing Miss so happy makes this trip worthwhile."
Feng Ning He slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, her eyes showing a touch of contemplation. She lowered her gaze to Si Xin Xin and said, "Xin Xin, you're not feeling well, why did you run out? You should go back and have your father treat you properly."
Si Xin Xin smiled dismissively, her eyes curving into a charming arc. Her small face brightened with this smile. "Pretty sister, Father is taking me away. I was anxious, and that's when my illness flared up. Now that I see you, my body feels much better."
Feng Ning He instinctively reached out and stroked her cheek. "The illness within you is prone to flare-ups and difficult to control. You must take good care of yourself."
Si Xin Xin nodded obediently, promising, "Pretty sister, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself."
"Can you tell what's wrong with Xin Xin's illness?"
Si Jian Ye walked over, his voice a cold, emotionless male tone. He looked down, his gaze fixed on the woman before him.
Feng Ning He pondered for a long time, and after some thought, she spoke, "Xin Xin's illness is congenital. You must have used many methods to improve her condition, but she still suffers from occasional flare-ups. Her illness is related to her spiritual root, which is why it's so difficult to treat."
Spiritual roots are innate.
With her spiritual root damaged, Si Jian Ye had exhausted all the heavenly and earthly medicinal ingredients to repair it. However, this only mended the surface; it was not easy to completely cure Si Xin Xin.
"Do you have a way to cure her completely?"
Beneath the mask, Si Jian Ye's eyes suddenly blazed with intensity, his breathing quickening. He stared intently at Feng Ning He, a flicker of undisguised hope in his eyes.
He had exhausted all his efforts to treat Si Xin Xin.
Yet, few people in this world could discern Si Xin Xin's condition. Feng Ning He, merely a daughter of a small noble family from the Li Kingdom, had managed to pinpoint the crux of the issue.
Perhaps... she could be of help.
Feng Ning He smiled, shrugging her shoulders openly. "I naturally cannot cure her. If it were that easy to treat, you would have found a way years ago."
Her crisp female voice reached his ears. Si Jian Ye's gaze shifted, and the faint hope that had just bloomed in his eyes instantly vanished.
Si Xin Xin opened her large, limpid eyes, her tender face displaying a seriousness beyond her years. "Father, Xin Xin isn't afraid of pain. I don't mind this little bit of discomfort."
Feng Ning He moved her lips, speaking her thoughts aloud. "If you didn't cultivate, it would be fine. But as your cultivation grows, the pain you endure with each flare-up will also increase. It still needs to be treated. Moreover, I can see you have exceptional talent. With just a little cultivation, you could far surpass others. To not cultivate would be a waste of your potential."
More importantly, Si Xin Xin could not rely on others forever.
True self-protection came from personal strength.
These words caused Si Jian Ye to frown instantly, a chill emanating from his eyes. "How do you know that as cultivation increases, the pain will also deepen?"
This was something he had never heard before.
Even A Xi was surprised. "No one has ever said that if Miss cultivates, it would affect her flare-ups, and that the pain would worsen with increased cultivation."
Feng Ning He merely smiled at this, softly explaining, "I learned this by chance from an ancient book. While I cannot completely cure her, I can regulate Xin Xin's body. As long as she takes her medicine on time, her flare-ups can be controlled."
"Truly?"
A Xi's eyes lit up instantly, and he eagerly turned his gaze to her. "If her flare-ups can be controlled, to the point of not occurring, it won't have too significant an impact on Xin Xin's future."
Feng Ning He nodded without hesitation and said softly, "However, the treatment requires a considerable amount of heavenly and earthly medicinal ingredients. Each ingredient is indispensable. After regulation, she will also need to take pills to suppress flare-ups regularly."
A complete cure was difficult.
In comparison, controlling the symptoms would be a better option.
Si Xin Xin's eyes instantly brightened, her brows curving upwards as countless thoughts raced through her mind.
If she let the pretty sister treat her, she could stay by the pretty sister's side.
As for the medicinal ingredients, her father was extremely wealthy. Let alone medicinal ingredients, he could move mountains and rivers.