"No. What does that have to do with nightmares?"
But Mrs. Wenlos instantly grew wary at the casual question.
Her tone lost all its earlier tact, and she denied it with absolute certainty.
So this had happened after the nightmares began appearing on a large scale?
He hadn't seen anything along the way that could confirm the date, but Mrs. Wenlos's reaction just now had told him quite a lot.
The Celestial Cult might prefer to keep things secret, but with so many nightmare victims, completely suppressing the news would be exceptionally difficult.
Even Mrs. Harper, with her white hair, had managed to come up with a few conspiracy theories. It was only natural that the Wenloses, who were clearly wealthy or powerful, would have better access to information.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted so strongly to the word "nightmare."
The unusual changes in her daughter, combined with the experience of having nightmares, would undoubtedly make her far more attractive to hunters.
Whether or not the rumor was true, Mrs. Wenlos clearly wouldn't allow it to spread after making the decision to arrange such a secret examination.
The sternness deep in her eyes made it clear she was ready to throw him out at any moment.
"At first glance, there's nothing obviously wrong with her health."
But Fu Qian wasn't about to let this doctor-patient atmosphere affect him. Without the slightest hesitation, he took out several instruments and held them up against the patient.
"Of course, I still need to make some further checks. So, shall we continue?"
One of the things Fu Qian had taken from his medical bag was a slender, gleaming needle, its sharp point frighteningly keen.
To be honest, in his eyes, it looked more like an instrument of torture than a medical tool. Mrs.