Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor - Chapter 4547

Patriarch Yang, upon hearing the report, fixed his gaze on the subordinate, pausing thoughtfully. "Then delve deeper," he commanded. "I demand to know their origins and the nature of their conflict with the Lin family. What specific losses did the Lins endure, and why was the matter concealed? Unearth these details, and you will be generously rewarded."

"Yes, Patriarch," the guard responded swiftly, retreating to carry out his orders.

The following day, having learned the full extent of the Lin family's suppressed defeat and the presence of a powerful guardian within the children's courtyard, Patriarch Yang, after careful deliberation, decided to conceal the assault on his son.

The Lin family held significant influence. To challenge those who could so thoroughly humble the Lin family would be imprudent. Should news of the Yang family's aggression towards children spread, they would be universally condemned. Since direct confrontation was inadvisable, and a quiet resolution impossible, the matter was best left undisturbed.

Within the tranquil courtyard, Hao'er and his companions spent two uneventful days. Hao'er dedicated himself to cultivation, while also guiding Muchen, Yue'er and Seventeen.

The calming soup offered some respite, improving their sleep and lessening their restlessness. However, periodic episodes of intense fear and heart palpitations persisted.

"Big Brother, the calming soup seems ineffective. What should we do?" Yue'er asked, her delicate face etched with concern.

"I agree," Muchen added. "It tastes horrible!"

"Then stop drinking it," Hao'er advised. "Rest, and cease your training. Let's observe if the symptoms persist."

As he spoke, Muchen and Yue'er paled, their foreheads beaded with sweat. They clutched their chests, visibly distressed.

"Muchen, Yue'er!" Hao'er exclaimed, his worry evident.

"The feeling's returning..." Muchen groaned, clutching his chest in agony.

"Young Master Chen, Young Miss Yue!" Seventeen cried, alarmed.

"Seventeen, carry Chen'er to his room!" Hao'er instructed, lifting Yue'er and rushing inside.

Seventeen obeyed, placing Muchen on his bed.

Hao'er sat behind them, channeling spiritual energy. "Breathe deeply," he instructed, gently massaging their backs.

Hao'er sat behind them, channeling spiritual energy. "Breathe deeply," he instructed, gently massaging their backs.

They followed his guidance, their breathing gradually calming. After a time, their distress subsided, and they opened their eyes.

"Are you better?" Hao'er asked.

"The feeling's gone," Muchen said, his hand over his heart.

"Why do we share this pain?" Yue'er asked, puzzled.

Hao'er considered their symptoms: shared heart palpitations, panic, and fear, interspersed with periods of calm. Despite the doctor's assurances of their physical health, a theory began to form in his mind, though he remained uncertain.