Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

After Louden's death, Sifos dealt with some people who were connected with Louden and involved in the incident.

During this period, the hospital also received good news. Perhaps the prayers of the public and netizens worked, or perhaps her will to survive was too strong, Xu Weiwei's vital signs stabilized, and she regained consciousness before the New Year.

When she opened her eyes, Xu Weiwei's brain went blank for a moment. She had been asleep for too long, causing her memory to become fragmented. It was not until she saw Mrs. Seaforth that Xu Weiwei was sure that what she had experienced before was not a dream.

"Ah!" Seeing her daughter's eyes open, Mrs. Sivers let out a short scream, and then immediately called her husband in a panic: "Dear, our daughter is awake! Come here quickly!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon!"

Twenty minutes later, Sifos rushed to the hospital, went upstairs as quickly as possible, changed into sterile clothes, and walked into Xu Weiwei's intensive care unit.

After seeing the pair of green eyes, Sifos almost shed tears, the joy of regaining the treasure suddenly surged in his heart. Sifos excitedly held his wife's hand, but could not say a word.

"I know, dear, I know..." Mrs. Seaforth leaned against her husband's shoulder, and the two of them swayed gently against each other.

Seeing these two people worrying about her life and rejoicing over her sobriety, Xu Weiwei felt a warm current in her heart, and her sense of identification with these two new parents also grew.

"By the way, when are we going to bring Kane and the others back?" Mrs. Seaforth looked up and asked.

"I notified my parents yesterday. They are on their way back and will probably arrive tonight."

"Oh yeah! See, I almost forgot. Mom and Dad haven't met their little granddaughter yet. Let them stay a little longer this time."

"Tina," Sifos looked a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Seaforth stopped smiling when she noticed that her husband's expression was not right.

"Mom and Dad will stay in the Imperial Capital this time."

Mrs. Seaforth was a little surprised. "That's great! This is a good thing. Why are you so worried? You know, I like living with my parents very much. I was lost for a long time when they went back to the Wind Planet. Let our parents live with us in the future! I like the hustle and bustle."

Hearing his wife's words, Sifos's face was full of tenderness, and then he sighed helplessly: "It's not like that, Tina, I want my parents to help you take care of the child. Then... I will take my daughter to Goodall Planet for treatment."

Mrs. Seaforth was startled.

Sifos continued, "She is too weak. I heard that there is a witch doctor on the planet Gudel who is very good at treating premature babies who are born weak. The neonatal mortality rate there is almost zero, and the average life expectancy is 150 years old..."

"I know it's risky, but if I don't try, the probability that she can grow up healthily is too low. Rather than seeing her die prematurely or suffer from illness for the rest of her life, I would rather..." Sifos tilted his head to one side and didn't continue.

Mrs. Seaforth knew what her husband meant. He was pushing himself forward and had to face reality. The reality was that their daughter might leave them one day.

But the risk of this move is too great. Goodall is a mysterious primitive alien planet, not an ancient Earth. The people on the planet have their own language, do not like to interact with people of other races, and their technology is very backward. There is nothing on the entire planet that can be associated with the word "technology". People make a living by hunting, farming and fishing, and live a self-sufficient life.

Five years ago, a scientific expedition team accidentally discovered this planet due to an emergency landing of a starship. Because they could not communicate in the language, they were almost killed as invaders. Fortunately, at the critical moment, someone had an idea and imitated the posture of a beast showing weakness, lying on the ground with four legs up and exposing his belly, which made the natives stop attacking. Seeing this, others immediately imitated it. Finally, the two groups sat together and solved the misunderstanding through guessing and gestures.

The head of the expedition was very interested in this primitive planet. The chief of the planet had never seen such new things as starships and optical computers, and the two sides hit it off immediately. After staying on the planet for seven days, the head of the expedition learned about the human geography and living habits of the planet, and the chief also learned that the "grey-black big guy" was a means of transportation, not a weapon and was not aggressive (later corrected by the head of the expedition, some of them would carry weapons, which were very lethal, but generally would not be used on land).

The team leader used this week to learn their common expressions and asked the technicians in the team to record their language and compile a translation system. "Goodell" is the name transliterated from their language, which was later widely accepted by everyone.

After the starship was repaired, the expedition team had to leave. However, the leader had discovered a new continent and was reluctant to leave. So he concealed the news from the chief and pretended that the starship was still malfunctioning. They stayed on Goodall for a month. As the chief gradually realized that something was wrong and the residents on the planet were becoming more and more anxious, the expedition team realized that they could not delay any longer and wisely proposed to leave.

The chief immediately smiled happily and gave them some fruits, meat and strange red liquid from the planet. The members of the scientific expedition team did not take it seriously. They had eaten too much in recent days. They just glanced at it and paid no more attention.

The leader held the chief's hand and said goodbye to him reluctantly, saying that they would come to visit again. Unexpectedly, the chief's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he shook off the other's hand and told them seriously not to come again. Their planet did not welcome outsiders, and taking them in this time was already an exception.

The head of the expedition wanted to say something, but the chief didn't want to listen anymore. He waved his hand and asked them to leave quickly. Then he retreated to a far place, stood with the tribesmen, and watched them board the starship.

The moment the hatch closed, the chief shouted at them: "?D?D??tā??iT??!"

That means "don't come back".

After returning, the group leader wrote a book about his experience, published it with the photos he took, and published several papers and research reports. For a time, the group leader's name and the planet Goodall became famous. The group leader himself was invited to appear on many science programs and was hired as a senior professor at a scientific research institute with a high salary.

The red slurry that was given as a gift at the time was also analyzed to have strong repair and regenerative effects. When applied to experiments, it was very effective in wound healing and cell regeneration. For the medical field, this was undoubtedly a major discovery, but no one knew where this thing was extracted from.

Many people asked about the location of the planet, but the leader remembered what the chief said at the time and hesitated to announce it. Then people began to attack him online, saying that he was selfish, had no consciousness, and only wanted to be famous. The leader had no choice but to tell the truth, but no one believed him.

Later, the research institute also came to inquire, hoping that he could lead a team to explore the planet Goodall again to find the raw materials of this red slurry, and it would be best if they could establish a stable relationship with their planet.

Under pressure, the team leader finally announced the coordinates of the planet Gudel and formed a larger scientific expedition team. Because of his guilty conscience, the team leader prepared a lot of gifts in advance, hoping that the other party would forgive him for disturbing him again, but the facts were cold.

Seeing him coming again, the chief was very angry. No matter what the leader said, it was of no avail. Even the gifts he sent were smashed to pieces.

"I told you not to come again, but not only did you break your promise, you also brought more people!" the chief said angrily.

Thinking about his own mission, the leader gritted his teeth and stated his purpose, but the chief didn't listen at all and announced that if they didn't leave, they would shoot arrows.

The scientific expedition team quickly retreated back into the starship, hoping to hide and slowly grind them down until they gave in. But they didn't expect them to hit them with stones and burn them from the outside. Seeing that the starship's shell was solid, they began to smear feces on it. When the oxygen on the starship was exhausted and they had to ventilate, they took the opportunity to throw insects and poisonous snakes into the vents.

Finally, the scientific expedition team had to return home in defeat. After much persuasion, the institute had to give up the project. Although it was a pity, they still had to respect culture and customs.

But some businessmen did not have this awareness. With their keen sense of smell, how could they not realize the huge wealth hidden in the planet of Gudel? Driven by profit, they hired guards and went there, determined to use force if soft tactics didn't work. After all, it was just a primitive planet, how difficult could it be?

They contemptuously believed that the people in the research institute were all a group of pedantic and brain-damaged people who would throw away the treasure that was within their reach and act like hypocritical "gentlemen".

But the facts slapped them in the face.

In the past, all starships, no matter what model, would malfunction as soon as they approached the planet Goodall. They would either suddenly lose signal and lose their direction, or their gravity sensing system would fail and they would have to land immediately. Some even stopped in place and could not move. One medium-sized starship carrying mercenaries and weapons even crashed into a meteorite, and no one on board survived.

There were also people who landed safely on the planet Goodall, but the images of these people only remained at that time, and no news was heard afterwards.

Some scientists tried to explain that the accident was caused by the magnetic field near the planet Goodale disrupting the instruments and equipment on the starship, but this cannot explain why the initial batch of scientific expedition teams were fine?

People tend to believe that there is some mysterious power protecting the planet Gudel. Some people even call it the "Realm of Death", believing that the God of Death rests on this planet and anyone who disturbs his rest will be sent to hell.

In short, the story became more and more bizarre, and people's enthusiasm for exploring it gradually dissipated. The planet Gudel became a taboo place, and no one dared to touch it. People's understanding of it also remained at the information brought back by the scientific expedition team after two visits.

Not to mention how serious the xenophobia on this planet is, the probability of the starship crashing alone is enough to scare Mrs. Seaforth.

"I know the correct way to land on the planet Goodall, and I can also communicate with the people there, so nothing will happen. Besides, if they really want to beat me, I can still run away. Aren't you confident in your husband's skills?" Sifos said casually.

"Let me think about it, dear, let me think about it..." Mrs. Seaforth said with a frown.

Xu Weiwei looked at this and then at that, and clearly felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right. What was going on? Stop arguing.

Seeing Xu Weiwei's eyes rolling around, Mrs. Sivers burst out laughing and reached out to touch Xu Weiwei's face across the sterile chamber: "Can you understand what your parents are saying? You worry a lot."

"Our daughter is, of course, extremely smart!" Sifos came up and said without any modesty.

"Oh, by the way," Mrs. Seaforth suddenly thought, "It's been so long, and we haven't named her yet. Have you thought of a name for the baby?"

"Of course!"

"I thought of it five years ago!" Sifos said proudly.

Five years ago? Wasn't that when she was pregnant with her first child, Kane? Mrs. Seaforth was very upset.

"Just call her Selvie. Selvie Seaforth. What do you think?"

Both the Siphos family and the Capet family belong to the ancient Iman race. In their language, Selvere means "bright light".

Mrs. Seaforth thought it was a good idea and then asked, "What's the nickname?"

Suddenly thinking of something, Mrs. Seaforth quickly warned: "Don't say anything to me about 'Da Zhuang'."

Sifos didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't have one... I haven't thought of a nickname yet."

Mrs. Seaforth thought of the blessing activity spontaneously organized by netizens some time ago, and suggested: "How about we let netizens help us choose a nickname? They are very concerned about Wei'er's health and went to temples and shrines to pray for her, spending a lot of time and effort. Maybe they have a part to play in Wei'er's waking up."

Seaforth nodded: "Well, I agree."

So Sifos posted a message on his personal account:

[My daughter's health has improved. Thank you for your concern and help during this period. After discussing with my family, I decided to give you the right to decide her nickname. I hope you can give her a nice name.]

The accompanying picture shows a small hand with a clenched fist, and through the transparent glass is a big hand with the palm facing up, as if inviting his princess to dance.

The last sentence was added at the request of Mrs. Sivers because she was really afraid that netizens would give a name like "Da Zhuang".

When the news came out, many netizens were very moved. They did these things voluntarily, but they didn't expect that the admiral saw it. So they were eager to try and rack their brains to come up with a nice name.

[Little beans, little dots, little stars]

[How about pearls? They represent treasures that are cherished]

[There are too many people named Zhenzhu, I don’t have any feelings for them, so call her Zhenzhen]

[The one upstairs should be put down, it is not as good as Pearl. ]

[Are all newborn babies this color? Let's call it 'Wumeizi', it's more vivid. ]

[Please delete this quickly. Babies are usually pink in color, which is a sign of illness and unhealthiness. I'm sorry that you may not know this, otherwise I would have fired you directly.]

【Called 'Ping Ping' or 'An An'. 】

[Although I know your feelings, how should I put it, well——it’s enough for you to leave your feelings behind. ]

[Is that big hand the admiral's? I'll lick it first as a sign of respect.]

[What kind of dirty thoughts are you having about the father of a child! Think of a good name for me, bastard! I should be the first one to lick you (obscene)]

[Correction: the father of four children.]

[Zhuzhu, Baoer, Jiaojiao, Nannan... I'm sorry, my language is really too poor (crying), it would be nice to know the baby's full name and appearance, so that I can help with the association. ]

This comment attracted many likes from netizens. Sifos certainly thought of this when he took the photo. He deliberately captured a small hand and avoided other parts. He didn't want his daughter to be exposed to the world in this posture and be talked about.

His beloved daughter should be proud, envied, enjoy flowers, honey and praise, rather than be criticized.

Sivers and his wife read through the comments one by one.

"How's Bao'er? I think she's pretty good. I used to call her baby or darling."

"It sounds good, this is it."

Sifos gave a thumbs up to the netizen who came up with this name.