In the next second, Han Baitao's eyes returned to normal.
His trembling body and rapidly accelerating heartbeat also began to calm down.
Supporting Han Baitao with one hand, Chen Yu smiled bitterly. "I told you not to be agitated. You don't have much time left. If you continue your anger, your remaining lifespan will be consumed even faster."
"I don't want this psychological treatment room to become a haunted house where someone died."
"Thank you, Senior."
Han Baitao withdrew his hand and respectfully cupped his hands in salute to Chen Yu.
If it weren't for Chen Yu, he would probably have already fainted from anger.
Chen Yu must have lost some spiritual energy for him to alleviate his lousy condition.
His condition was temporarily under control, but his daughter was getting crazier and crazier.
"Don't worry." Chen Yu patted Han Baitao's shoulder and comforted him. "Things aren't as bad as you think."