Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

After lunch, Goodell returned to his dormitory and found that his luggage had been delivered. There wasn't much stuff, but it was all brought from his hometown and represented his fondness for it.

After everything was in place, the room was still empty, a stark reminder that "this place doesn't belong to you." Fortunately, they had companions with them.

After exploring the new and interesting objects again, we sat on the soft bed chatting about our experiences and feelings over the past few days. Our tense minds finally relaxed, and the weariness of our wanderings began to surface. We closed our eyes wearily and drifted off to sleep in this bright and peaceful afternoon.

Xu Weiwei didn't take a nap; she still had many things to do.

Her father had updated her on the progress; the palace had approved the proposal to move the planet.

But that will take a long time, at least three years.

Even if Goodell is small, it's still a planet and can't be teleported. The tunnel is too small for its size, and the pressure and turbulence inside would likely crush it into pieces.

Therefore, we can only proceed slowly, following the planned route.

Even after arriving, it's not like we can immediately move back. The existing dwellings have been largely destroyed, and rebuilding will take time. Moreover, by then, it might involve the development of the entire planet.

Then the timeframe will have to be pushed back further, to at least four or five years.

During this period, it would be uneconomical to extensively renovate 9527 as a temporary resettlement site. However, to ensure everyone's well-being, the essentials must still be provided.

"You've already considered the community hospital, so we don't need to worry about meals. As for shopping... let's not worry about that for now; whatever supplies we need will be delivered directly. Let's build a small park, with some simple recreational facilities. The children need a place to play, and the adults need to relax too..."

Xu Weiwei tapped lightly on the screen with her pen, writing as she thought. Her three older brothers sat opposite her, offering suggestions.

"We also need a few teachers to teach them some basic knowledge about life in the Empire, as well as how to use technological products. Oh, and we need to equip them with quantum computers too. Wait, they don't have identities, can the quantum computers log in? And isn't it too much to let them access those things on the internet right away?" Xu Weiwei asked, resting her chin on her hand.

“Now that they are considered citizens of the Empire, their identity information should be registered quickly. As for the concern about culture shock, that’s easy to resolve—our family owns a quantum computer business and can customize a batch of quantum computers, locking some functions and applications, and then gradually unlocking them once they’ve adapted,” Ryan said.

"Great idea!" Xu Weiwei's eyes lit up.

Ryan smirked smugly.

“We also need to learn the Imperial language,” Finn added.

"Let's build another indoor sports center. It will have more activities and be more practical."

……

Xu Weiwei wrote down each item one by one, eventually filling a whole page.

Although there were still many things she couldn't let go of, they had already been away for long enough. There was still work piling up at the research institute, and many things to do. She had to go back and take care of them.

In the evening, two butlers from the Siforth family, along with a group of people, landed on their private starship. They would stay there for some time until the Goodell people's lives were back on track.

"Don't worry, Miss, we will take good care of Young Master Ganz's compatriots."

Xu Weiwei nodded: "Yes, if you can't handle it all, contact me and I'll send more people. They've just arrived and are unfamiliar with the place, so they need time to adjust. Be patient with them, pay attention to their needs, and try your best to meet them."

The butler bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Miss."

Gantz was clearly very reluctant to part with them, but the escort ship was still there waiting, and his father and brother needed to be transferred to the Imperial Capital for better treatment.

He could only give the two managers a stiff, slightly ingratiating smile and leave with the words, "Please."

He wasn't very skilled at this, and he had never felt this way even when he came to the Siforth family alone.

Xu Weiwei wanted to say something after seeing this, but then silently closed her mouth and quickly boarded the starship.

There were no medical facilities on Star 9527, nor were they previously needed. Therefore, Gan Yi and two other seriously injured soldiers were not allowed to come down.

Two hours later, the starship landed on Imperial Capital Star.

Finn was picked up by a driver who was waiting there, while Xu Weiwei and the others took the patient to the Capital Hospital.

It wasn't that she hadn't considered treatment at home, but eye surgery wasn't her area of ​​expertise. Gan Yi had only completed the first stage of surgery so far; the second and third stages awaited him. Hospitals have specialists in specific areas and have comprehensive staff and equipment, enabling them to provide better technology and post-operative care.

After completing the hospitalization procedures, Gantz stayed to stay with the patient.

They stayed in the same private suite that Mrs. Westfus had stayed in when she gave birth to Xu Weiwei, and Xu Weiwei wasn't worried that he would suffer.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a long time, but finally looked into Gantz's eyes and said, "Brother, we are your family too. Family is about standing up for each other when we encounter difficulties. You don't need to feel burdened."

"Don't feel like you're troubling us. After all, I caused you a lot of trouble back then."

Ganz's eyes reddened, and he gave a hoarse "hmm".

Kane nodded in agreement, and Ryan added smugly, "That's right. Don't forget that you're now the young master of the Seifert family, Ganz Seifert. Don't be so timid and stingy. If you go out there, people will not only look down on you, but they'll also look down on us."

Xu Weiwei rolled up her sleeves, ready to hit him, but Gantz quickly said, "It's okay, I know Ryan is concerned about me."

"Who?! You... Hmph..."

Ryan, with an air of "absurdity but too lazy to argue," turned and walked out. Xu Weiwei and Kane didn't linger either.

Besides the doctors and nurses, only the father and his two sons were in the ward.

The chief had been silent all along, lost in thought, but after everyone left, he suddenly asked, "You changed your name?"

"Well, my godfather said I needed a proper identity, so he registered me under his name." Ganz observed his father's reaction somewhat guiltily, afraid that he would be angry.

The chief, however, laughed and patted his arm: "From the moment you boarded the spaceship and left with Sifus, I never thought I'd see you again."

"It's just a name. Even if I change it, do you think you'll disown your father?"

"of course not!"

"That settles it then. Your godfather is such a powerful figure, to be able to take his surname, you've gotten an incredible bargain."

Ganz felt relieved, but couldn't help asking, "Father, did you know this day would come?"

He replayed the scene of the day he left in his mind over and over again. Looking back, everything made sense. It's just that he was completely immersed in tension and excitement at the time and didn't notice the subtle abnormalities at all.

She even had a big argument with Eminem before leaving.

That annoying nagging is no longer heard.

The chief sighed: "What couldn't the priest have foreseen? But there are many things that even if she knew them, there was nothing she could do."

"It's all our fault for being so useless; no one can learn her skills."

"Now it seems that her decision to send us westward was not necessarily because she hoped we would survive, but rather to try to stall for time until you arrived."

"It was the priest's decision to save Selviel in the first place," Gan Yi added from his sickbed.

None of them could have imagined that the goodwill they had formed would become a turning point for the survival of their race.