Hearing this, the head of the Yang family stared at him, paused for a moment, and said, "Then go and get some more information. I want to know their origins and what conflicts they have with the Lin family? What kind of loss did the Lin family suffer that was suppressed? Find out for me clearly, and I will reward you handsomely later."
"Yes." The guard responded quickly and then retreated.
The next day, after learning about the whole thing about the Lin family's loss, he also knew that there was a strong man guarding the small courtyard in secret. Therefore, after thinking it over again and again, the head of the Yang family decided to suppress the matter of his son being beaten.
The Lin family is quite powerful. If the Yang family were to touch the person who made the Lin family suffer, it would be too ignorant. If this matter were to spread out and people knew that the Lin family had troubled a few children, they would be in the wrong. Since those children cannot be touched and the problem cannot be solved quietly, this matter can only be let go.
In the small courtyard, Hao'er and the others spent another two days in peace. During these two days, Hao'er mostly practiced, and also found time to instruct Mu Chen, Mu Yue and Shiqi.
After drinking the calming soup, the two children slept more soundly at night, and the usual uneasy feeling also faded a little. However, there is still a period of time every day when their hearts are throbbing and panicking.
"Brother, the medicine doesn't seem to work, what should I do?" Yue'er lay on the table, saying with a bitter look on her delicate little face.
Mu Chen also said: "Me too, I don't want to drink that medicine anymore."
"If you don't want to drink, then don't drink!" Hao'er said, "Just take it easy these days and don't practice anymore. See if this happens if you don't practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mu Chen and Mu Yue's faces suddenly turn pale, sweat seeping from their foreheads. The two of them clutched their clothes, looking painful.
"Chen'er, Yue'er!" Hao'er panicked, an anxious and worried look appearing on his little face.
"That feeling is coming again..." Mu Chen said, lying on the table, rubbing his chest with one hand and groaning.
"Master Chen, Miss Yue!" Seventeen couldn't help but get anxious when he saw them like that.
"Shiqi, carry Chen'er into the room!" Hao'er said hurriedly, walked forward to pick up Yue'er, and quickly went back to the room.
Seventeen also quickly stepped forward, carried Mu Chen into the room, put him on the bed, and stepped aside.
Haoer sat behind the two men, gathered spiritual energy in his palms, and said to them, "Take a deep breath." At the same time, he gathered spiritual energy in his palms and gently rubbed their backs.
The two little guys listened to his words, closed their eyes and took deep breaths according to his words, while regulating their breathing. After about half an incense stick of time, gradually, the feeling seemed to fade a little. They exhaled lightly and slowly opened their eyes.
"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Haoer asked hurriedly when he saw that their bodies had relaxed.
"Brother, that feeling is gone again." Mu Chen said, covering his heart with one hand, feeling a little strange.
"Brother, why are we like this? Why are my brother and I both feeling sad?" Yue'er asked in confusion.
Hao'er looked at the two of them, thinking of their symptoms and reactions over the past few days. He felt palpitations, panic and fear at the same time, but he would recover again after a short while. After observing for so long, and remembering that the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with his body, an idea gradually emerged in his mind, but he was not sure.