Why did you provoke me?

Teacher Sun worked quickly, and Qingyuan checked everything again after she finished. Finally, she placed Yu Meng's little black cat on the young master's head.

The little black cat didn't linger; it went up, circled around, and then jumped onto Qingyuan's shoulder.

Qingyuan was relieved. "Qianchuan, I'm leaving things to you from now on. Teacher Yu knows this person, so keep a close eye on him."

"Okay, Aunt Qing, let him go to my ward so it's easier to take care of him."

The three people went out, and Qingyuan found Secretary Wu and explained the situation.

"Have they all been taken out?" Secretary Wu asked in a low voice.

Qingyuan nodded. "His time was short, and some of the aliens hadn't yet devoured each other. Relatively speaking, it was easier."

"That's good, that's good."

Secretary Wu put on a smile and immediately ordered the person to be taken to a ward.

Back in his office, he took out his communication bell and sent a message to Butler Han: "The young master will be fully recovered and able to go home in seven days."

At this moment, Butler Han was standing in the old patriarch's study. "These are the results of the investigation. Some minor incidents have occurred to the main members of our four families. Although the incidents are minor, the fact that they happened at the same time makes it seem a bit deliberate."

The old patriarch didn't look up; he was looking at the documents. "You said it was the person in charge of external affairs at that guild that reminded me? My precious grandson was also sent there?"

Butler Han bowed and replied, "Yes, Master, I went personally, and he promised that he would definitely cure the young master."

"Hmph, anyone can talk big, I want to see results."

Butler Han remained bowed and did not answer.

Just then, Secretary Wu's message came in.

Butler Han turned on the intercom, saw the message, and immediately turned on the speakerphone. "The young master will be fully recovered and able to return home in seven days."

The old patriarch Hou also heard this. He fumbled for the paper in his hand. "Tell him to let the young master stay there a few more days. Let's set it for a month for now!"

Butler Han nodded and replied, "Yes." He then sent a message to Secretary Wu via the intercom.

With his worst fears resolved, a fierce glint appeared in the eyes of the old patriarch Hou. "If I let this go so easily, I'll lose all face as a top-tier family."

"Patriarch, the person who snatched the young master's things is a spoiled brat from a branch of the top-tier Song family. He doesn't have much ability on his own, but he dared to provoke us this time, so he must have been ordered by someone."

"The Song family has some nerve. They've messed with me. I'll skin them alive."

"But if the people behind him step in, we have to give them face too."

"Old Han, do you think they'd go against a top-tier family for a spoiled brat? By the way, don't reveal anything about my grandson's situation. Just say he can't find a spirit medium and his life is hanging by a thread."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Butler Han, "Does that guild have a spirit medium?"

Butler Han shook his head. "I didn't see the teacher who gave the young master the thumb ring this time. I don't know what level she's at now. I heard she's in seclusion."

"She's in seclusion, so who's treating my precious grandson?" Patriarch Hou frowned.

"It's Teacher Qingyuan," Butler Han replied respectfully.

"Never heard of her. Is she also a spirit medium?"

Butler Han was stunned. He had only heard about it from Secretary Wu; he hadn't actually seen the person. Realizing this, Butler Han knew he had failed in his duty. He thought for a moment and organized his thoughts.

"Their lineage is quite special; their bone-drawing skills are very strong."

The old patriarch looked at him suspiciously. "What's the accuracy rate of that message? Haven't you heard anything from those two girls, Yuxia and Yuhong?"

Butler Han hesitated for a moment before spreading the word, "Butler Han, this place is too backward; there's no shower in the rooms."

"Uncle Han, I only complained once, and Secretary Wu took us to the hotel. You can't blame me for this."

"Butler Han, there are too many men there. Is it safe for us to stay there?"

"Uncle Han, if we take some local specialties back with us, could you use our official accounts for it?"

……

They said one thing after another, but none of them mentioned the young master.

The more the old patriarch Hou listened, the darker his face became. "I sent them to serve my precious grandson, but they've gone on vacation and are still being picky."

Butler Han turned off the communication bell. He had initially disagreed with the two young ladies going, but no one listened to him, and even the old patriarch approved. What could he say? He had no choice but to make the arrangements.

"Send them a message: Tomorrow, they should obediently go and serve people. If they make any more mistakes, the resources will be halved."

Butler Han swallowed back what he was about to say, quietly turned on the communication bell again, and sent over the old patriarch's words without missing a single one.

The message had barely been sent when a reply came in: "Uncle Han, please rest assured, Grandfather, we will definitely take good care of our little cousin."

Butler Han also turned on the loudspeaker this time, and the old patriarch smiled, "They were tired on their first day. The place is remote and the conditions are not good, so it's normal for them to complain a bit."

Butler Han withdrew. He knew that the old patriarch doted on the two girls. They were the next generation of bone painters in the Hou family, and they were highly talented and valued by the old patriarch.

After returning to his room, Butler Han sent a message to Secretary Wu, carefully inquiring about the young master's condition. He learned that the alien had been removed and the remaining days were simply for the young master to recover.

He was utterly astonished. Back in Kyoto, he had asked around for help, but no one was willing to lend a hand.

Did he complicate things? Actually, things weren't that difficult.

The butler fell asleep, still puzzled. He hadn't considered whether the bone-drawing masters in this guild were simply too skilled.

……

Jingchuan Hall.

Hou Yulin woke up the next morning because he was hungry.

"Uncle Han, I'm hungry. I want to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)." He shouted from the bed without even opening his eyes.

Qian Chuan walked in carrying a plate. "You need to take your medicine now, and eat in an hour."

Hearing the stranger's voice, Hou Yulin suddenly opened his eyes and saw Qian Chuan standing quietly in front of the bed. He tried to get up warily, but failed twice.

"What did you do to me?"

"It only saved your life. Now, listen to me and take your medicine. You'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow." Qian Chuan spoke slowly but clearly.

"Where is Uncle Han?" Hou Yulin ignored Qian Chuan's words and instead asked about Steward Han.

"I don't know Butler Han, but I know your thumb ring is a work by Teacher Yu." Qian Chuan didn't stand on ceremony and directly pointed out the reason for his presence.

Hou Yulin raised his hand and looked at the thumb ring on his thumb; the red light seemed to be flowing.

"Can I see her?"

Qian Chuan shook his head, "She's in seclusion; no one is allowed to disturb her."

"Then who are you? And who saved me?"

"I'm Qian Chuan, and I'm in charge of your recovery. It was Teacher Sun who removed the alien." Qian Chuan didn't hide anything.

"May I go and thank them?"

Qian Chuan held the medicine to his mouth, "Open your mouth and take the medicine."

He then added, "If you can leave, I have no reason to refuse."

Hou Yulin obediently drank the medicine and did not cause any trouble.

"Who came to my house? Where are they?"

"This is my ward. I have dedicated staff to take care of me. Outsiders are not allowed in. If you want to see them, you can go out and see them when you are better."

Qian Chuan then pointed to the intercom on the table, "You can use it to contact them. I'll have someone bring the food over later. You can't eat anything just now; for your own good, you'd better listen to me."

Hou Yulin pursed his lips, and finally nodded.