The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

Bye-bye! Bye-bye!!

Xiaoqi's voice exploded deep in my mind, sharp, urgent, and filled with unprecedented panic.

But Bai Ci could no longer hear. His consciousness was like a stone falling into deep water, sinking deeper and deeper, surrounded by darkness, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Xiaoqi frantically brought up the system panel, and rows of glaring red warnings popped up:

Vital signs: Abnormal

Heart rate: 42 (low, dangerous)

Blood pressure: 75/42 (danger threshold)

Blood oxygen: 89%

State of consciousness: Coma

Overall assessment: Extreme weakness, sudden drop in body temperature triggering cardiovascular stress response.

"How could this happen so suddenly..." Xiaoqi's voice trembled violently.

"Bai Bai, can you hear me? Don't scare me! Your heart rate is still dropping, the ground is too cold, you'll get hypothermia if you stay any longer, wake up!"

Bai Ci curled up on the cold floor, her wet hair plastered to her pale forehead, water droplets slowly rolling down her cheeks.

In the darkness, faint calls could be heard, seemingly from a great distance, as if separated by a thick curtain of water.

He tried to open his mouth to respond, but his lips only moved slightly, and he couldn't make a sound.

His fingers curled unconsciously, brushing against the cold floor, before finally gripping the corner of the drooping sheet tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

In this critical moment, Xiaoqi activated all emergency plans. It sifted through system permissions, searching through functions repeatedly. In the vast inventory, most icons were grayed out, and only one was usable.

[Temporary Relief (Weak)]

Functions: Relieves acute discomfort, provides mild pain relief, and temporarily stabilizes heart rate.

Validity period: 30 minutes

Side effects: None

Limitations: It cannot repair the root cause of physical ailments; it only treats the symptoms, not the underlying condition.

"This is all that's left."

Xiao Qi gritted her teeth and directly injected the medicine into Bai Ci's body.

A faint warmth slowly spread from his heart. Bai Ci's fingers twitched slightly, and the pain pierced through his drowsy consciousness, causing his brows to furrow even more.

While controlling the dosage, Xiaoqi said in the softest voice, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it won't hurt. It will be over soon. Just bear with it, it won't hurt."

The heart rate on the panel slowly rose to 60, and the blood pressure also went up a little, but it was still far from the normal level.

"Bai Bai, wake up, please..." Xiao Qi cried, "I really can't do anything. I can't repair your heart, nor can I cure all your ailments. This medicine won't help much at all."

It looked at the grayish-brown "Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill" icon on the panel.

The note clearly states: access is locked, you cannot claim it directly, you can only synthesize it by collecting fragments.

All it can do is provide early warnings and temporarily alleviate symptoms; it can't access anything that can truly save lives.

"You have to hold on!" Xiao Qi stared intently at the pounding heart rate. "We still have missions to collect pills; that's your only hope for survival. You absolutely cannot collapse here."

It was so anxious it was running around in circles, but there was nothing it could do.

It could do nothing to watch Bai Ci suffer.

"Oh right! There's a call bell by the bed!" Xiaoqi suddenly realized, but then completely deflated the next second.

Bai Ci's arm drooped limply on the ground, still some distance from the foot of the bed, and she couldn't reach the bell at all.

"Xiao Qi..."

In the darkness, Bai Ci's faint consciousness flickered, like a flame about to be extinguished.

"I... am so cold..."

My consciousness was pulled downwards again, cold and heavy. In a daze, I heard footsteps outside the door, someone was approaching step by step.

In the corridor, Bai Yanzhi carried a cup of hot milk and walked quietly to the door.

He had been busy wrapping up the banquet for a long time tonight. After dealing with all the trivial matters, he glanced at the time and guessed that Bai Ci was still awake.

Thinking back to the dinner party, the child only drank orange juice and didn't touch a drop of hot soup; his stomach must have felt empty.

The milk was just warmed up. He remembered that Bai Ci liked sweets at the banquet, so he specially prepared a small dish of honey instead of mixing it in beforehand, in case the sweetness was not to his liking.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

The room was quiet and still, without the slightest sound.

I knocked twice more, but there was still no response.

"Bai Ci?"

Bai Yanzhi called out softly, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

Still no one answered.

Without hesitation, he pressed the doorknob; the door was unlocked.

As the door opened, a gust of wind, carrying the chill of the cold moonlight, rushed in, causing the curtains to flutter wildly.

The sight inside the room made Bai Yanzhi's pupils shrink sharply.

In the center of the floor, the boy who had just been so docile, obedient, polite, and sensible in front of others, was now curled up lifelessly on the cold ground.

Her wet, messy hair clung to her pale forehead, and water droplets slid down her chin.

Her loose pajamas were askew, revealing her slender, prominent collarbones and skin so thin that you could see the bluish veins underneath.

He was curled up in a small ball, his knees bearing red marks, his fingertips still gripping the sheets tightly. It was clear that he had desperately tried to grab something for support before collapsing, but ultimately couldn't hold on.

Those eyes, which were bright and alert during the day and full of confidence when dealing with people, were now tightly closed.

Her long eyelashes drooped, covered with a layer of damp moisture, so fragile that they seemed to shatter at the slightest touch.

"Clang—"

The tray slipped from his hands and crashed heavily to the ground. Milk spilled everywhere, and the white porcelain cup shattered into pieces.

Bai Yanzhi didn't even glance at the things scattered on the ground.

All his calmness, gentleness, and composure crumbled completely at this moment.

He rushed forward, his knees slamming heavily onto the floor.

Her fingertips trembled as she touched the boy's forehead; it was icy cold.

That face, its lips were deathly pale, devoid of any color.

My body was burning hot inside but freezing cold outside; it had long been pushed to its limit.

Bai Yanzhi's heart felt as if it had been clenched and crushed by a hand, and even his breathing suddenly stopped.

He reached out and picked the person up.

The person in his arms was as light as a tattered, withered leaf, limp all over, their head drooping weakly against his shoulder, their damp, cold hair rubbing against his skin and making him feel cold.

"Bai Ci".

His voice trembled completely for the first time, low, weak, and filled with lingering fear, "Wake up. Look at me. Can you hear me?"

No response.

Only a faint, almost nonexistent breath gently brushed against the side of his neck.

Bai Yanzhi quickly grabbed the cashmere blanket from the bed and wrapped it tightly around the thin, cold person, layering it over himself until it was completely airtight.

He looked up and shouted sharply towards the door, his voice piercing the silence of the night: "Uncle Chen! Go get the doctor! Hurry!"

The corridor instantly descended into chaos.

The sounds of hurried footsteps and phone calls rang out one after another, and the sound of a door being pulled open came from the other end of the corridor. Bai Jiheng rushed over in slippers, his steps quick and heavy.

The Bai family manor, which has always been quiet and peaceful.

For the first time, she was completely thrown into disarray by this usually quiet, well-behaved, and unnoticed young master.