Chapter 891


    Agnes was gobsmacked.


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    Had Mr. Hanson reallye across three instances of such a rare sleeping disorder?


    Mr. Hanson nced up at Agnes, who clearly wore a look of disbelief.


    With a stroke of his beard, Mr. Hanson chuckled, "I know it''s hard to believe. This condition isn''t widely


    recorded, but in reality, there are many more cases than documented. Most are beyond help. But since


    it’s so rare, not many ever thought this was a sickness."


    Agnes asked, "So what happened in the end? How did these patients fare?"


    Agnes was only interested in the oues. Were the patients cured, or what became of them?


    Was there even a chance for Nocturne to recover fully?


    Mr. Hanson exined, "You can''t generalize the oues. One just passed away in their sleep,


    another improved significantly with treatment before their family emigrated—I''ve lost track of their story.


    And another, a child, is now almost indistinguishable from others their age."


    After hearing Mr. Hanson''s words, Agnes felt an overwhelming urge to cry, especially when he


    mentioned the child who was now living a normal life—it flickered a glimmer of hope within her.


    Agnes pleaded with a surge of emotion, "Mr. Hanson, please, you must help my child. He''s the best


    boy in the world—so sweet, so bright. I dream of him living a normal life, enjoying the world''s beautiful


    sights. Please, you have to save him."


    Mr. Hanson responded, "Mr. Thomas has been a lifesaver to our family, and since he''s asked for my


    help, I won''t turn you away. I promise to do all I can. However, I''m old and settled here in my


    apothecary for twenty years. I can''t travel around anymore. If I''m to treat your child, there''s just one


    condition."


    Agnes insisted, "Name it. We''ll agree to anything."


    Mr. Hansonid out his terms, "Bring the child here to me. My staff will take good care of him. This


    ailment is tricky and requires daily acupuncture, medicinal baths, and thorough monitoring. If you trust


    leaving your child here, then I will take him under my care."


    Agnes inquired, "Can I stay as well?"


    Agnes was notfortable leaving her child in the care of strangers.


    Mr. Hanson shook his head, "My apothecary is at capacity; there''s no room for you. Besides, the


    treatment can be harsh, and I fear parents oftenck the stomach for it, which could jeopardize our


    efforts."


    Agnes hesitated, ncing at Alyssa.


    Alyssa reassured her, "Agnes, I understand your worries, but Mr. Hanson''s ce is the safest bet.


    When Ryder was little, he fell gravely ill, practically at death''s door. All the hospitals had given up, but


    Mr. Hanson saved him. He''s a miracle worker with a heart of gold. You can trust himpletely."


    Just then, a little kid burst into the room.


    The little girl appeared to be about the same age as Nocturne, roughly four or five years old, her hair


    done up in two ponytails, and sporting a vibrant, floral-patterned quilted jacket.


    The kid''s cheeks were rosy and plump, like a little angel.


    The child ran straight to Mr. Hanson''s feet, tugging at his leg and whining, "Gramps, I don''t wanna


    study today. I wanna help you dry the herbs in the sun."