Did Lin Yanhuan react?

This message made me put down the briefcase in my hands.

"What did he say?" I asked anxiously.

The deputy manager frowned and shook his head, looking a little frustrated: "Young Master Lin's bedroom is full of high-end instruments, and there are bodyguards guarding it. It's recorded 24 hours a day. Even the disciples of the Shen family can only sit outside and guard, separated by a screen. They couldn't hear clearly."

I let out a long sigh. I didn't hear clearly, which is such a shame.

"Even the Lin family security personnel guarding inside wouldn't have been able to hear it," the deputy manager said hurriedly.

I shook my head. "The security personnel at the Lin family are all former special forces members. They specialize in this area. If Young Master Lin casually mentioned a few weapon model numbers, they would probably know immediately... But if it were some esoteric information, how could they possibly guess?"

The Deputy Director also sighed: "Who can say otherwise? We're far more professional than bodyguards in these areas, but the other party doesn't trust us. Our disciples on duty can only guard outside."

I managed a strained smile and said, "It's not that the Lin family doesn't want to trust, it's just that they can't fully trust anyone… Anyway, this is good news. I'll go back and take a look now."

The deputy manager reminded me hesitantly, “Master, those entrusted to you are usually very important. Don't you want to take a look first?”

"I'll look in my car." I got up, grabbed my small handbag, put on my coat for cover, and followed the deputy manager into the car.

The Shen family, through the efforts of several generations of patriarchs, has gained a considerable reputation in the yin-yang circle.

The most unique thing is Shen's family's Kun Dao. Although everyone in the circle says that Shen's family Kun Dao is domineering, this also reflects the power of Shen's family Kun Dao.

The Shen family had a distinction between inner disciples and outer disciples. Inner disciples were generally relatives, while outer disciples were adopted apprentices.

Although the names suggest a distinction between inner and outer, they essentially refer to living environments - one inside and one outside. The treatment is the same, and in fact, outer sect disciples often hold important positions.

Chen Yan, a disciple of the Shen family who encountered demons alongside Lin Yanhuan, is an outer sect disciple but was adopted by the Shen family and took their surname.

And the Shen family had already established a standardized system for handling commissions. Disciples never accepted commissions privately; any commission received was first reported to the family. If they could handle it themselves, they would; otherwise, several elders would discuss and assign it to someone.

High-ranking disciples can take low-ranking disciples out to handle commissions, and the Shen family has a distribution system for this income.

And the Shen family also has industries, situated in a scenic area and managing a Taoist temple on the mountain.

Nestled amidst picturesque mountains and serene waters, offering a tranquil escape from the hustle and bustle of city life.

This is also the reason why the Lin family agreed to let Lin Yanhuan recuperate here.

At first, Lin Yanhuan was taken away by the Lin family for a checkup. After they investigated me and through the efforts of Yan Qin and my brother, he finally came back.

After all, the Shen family's place is secluded, which can prevent news from leaking.

The deputy general manager reported on the situation at home while driving, and also reminded me to take a look at the documents entrusted in my hand.

I don't have the time to look at commissions!

Hearing that Lin Yanhuan had reacted, I wished I could fly back immediately.

"What about Shenyan? Has Shenyan reacted?" I asked.

The deputy manager shook his head. "Chenyan is young and frail, not as strong as Young Master Lin. She might take longer to recover."

I frowned, Lin Yanhuan and Chen Yan must have encountered something special. If they were just overwhelmed by sinister energy, Chen Yan might even recover faster than Lin Yanhuan.

The car quickly drove to the entrance of Mount Shen, In the past two years, in order to facilitate vehicle access, the Shen family built a normal driveway leading up to the mountain gate at their own expense.

But I still have to climb the stairs honestly.

I sprinted all the way, and when I reached Lin Yan's recuperation courtyard, I was stopped for a check before I could finally enter his room.

"Master," the disciple on duty outside immediately stood up and bowed to me.

I made a gesture to be silent, and my disciple understood. He whispered to me, “ … Last night I heard Mr. Lin make dreamlike sounds. After repeatedly listening to the recording, I felt like Mr. Lin was saying something about… painting.”

What?

I frowned. To my knowledge, Lin Yanhuan dedicated all his time to work and lacked the airs of a wealthy aristocrat who dabbles in art. How could he utter "painting" while in a coma?

"Young Master Lin merely snorted a few times back then, his body seemed uncontrollable, but he didn't say anything more. I can only speculate... I apologize, Headmaster," the disciple bowed.

I patted the young disciple on the shoulder. There were faint dark circles under his eyes, he was seriously guarding.

"Don't apologize, it’s already good that you could say something. You did well." I walked into the inner room and stood by the bedside to look at Lin Yanhuan.

He lay quietly.

In this small room, the table and vanity, along with the planter, have been removed and replaced with medical equipment.

In the corner of the room, by the wall, stood a folding bed. Lin's personal doctor slept there every night, while the bodyguard kept watch twenty-four hours a day.

Lin Yanhuan's doctor gave him massages every day for recovery. He was well taken care of, except that his complexion was paler than before, everything else was normal.

I couldn't help but smile wryly.

While others are sleeping beauties, my house is home to an Ice Prince.

At this moment, the lines of his face, especially his brows and eyes, seemed far less sharp than when he was awake.

Thinking of his usual seriousness and coldness, even a slight bow of his head held an air of mystery and domineering power. My heart pounded with remorse.

After lying in bed for over a month, why hadn't his soul returned?

A disciple of the Shen family gently brought me a small round stool. I sat on it by the bed and touched his back with my fingers.

There are some temperatures...

I was just about to pull my hand away when I suddenly felt a slight tremor in the back of his hand.

Any reaction?!

I jumped up in surprise, propping myself up on the edge of the bed and staring intently at his face. I whispered urgently, "Lin Yanhuan! Lin Yanhuan?!"

The doctor was startled by me and quickly grabbed my arms, left and right, with his bodyguard to pull me away.

"Miss Mu! What do you want to do?!"

"He, he seems to be reacting!" I anxiously pointed at Lin Yanhuan, hope starting to blaze in my heart.

He's reacting! Is he waking up?!

"Please calm down, Miss Mu," the doctor stopped me. I was very familiar with this doctor; he was the one who had privately examined me during Huai Yu's and You Nan's time.

"The monitoring instruments showed no fluctuation, he might have reacted instinctively to your touch, so there's a slight response. That's a good sign, but don't get too excited and stimulate him too much." the doctor said.

People make sense, but this gave me a lot of confidence. I feel hopeful.

I still have commissions, and the things that come my way are usually troublesome and important. I exited the room, glancing at the data in my hands while walking towards the main hall.

Suddenly, halfway through, a bone-chilling voice rang out: "Oh~~ Master is back?"

I looked up and saw Shen Qingrui, in high heels and casual clothes, standing under the eaves, arms crossed and looking at me.

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