Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Qi Yu realized that she was dreaming again when she found herself standing in the corridor of the hospital.

Qi Yu was used to dreaming, and her dreams were always very interesting.

In Qi Yu's dreams, she always observed things from a third person's point of view.

She never participated in it, but once the dream started, she couldn't escape.

Therefore, her eyes stopped at the half-closed door. A young woman's voice came out, "The patient on the sixth floor with suspected brain damage is really strange."

"What's strange?" Another young woman's voice sounded. Qi Yu realized that the two people in the room were talking.

She stood at the door and looked inside. Two girls in white coats were holding thermos cups and chatting.

"I touched his arm during the routine examination and found that the patient's physical fitness is stronger than a professional athlete." She wasn't a curious person, but she had a deep impression of the silent patient.

"Come on, Leung Wan. Do you have a good impression of him because he's handsome?

If you ask me, I think he has memory problems and seems to have forgotten everything. His confused and helpless eyes can easily arouse a girl's motherly love, "the short-haired girl said, rolling her eyes.

"I just think he's not normal. I don't like the patient.

You don't know, but the patient's muscle fiber density is very high. I asked the tutor. This kind of muscle is called will-type. It can only be formed after the body and consciousness have a high degree of coordination over a long period of time.

I just think he's not normal, "Leung Wan said as she took a sip of the goji berry water in the thermos cup.

"You're right. Look at the man's two strangely long fingers. A normal person's fingers can't be like that."

The short-haired girl ate a piece of White Rabbit Creamy Candy and said with squinted eyes, "After changing the mixture recently, the patient can finally sleep for a long time.

It seems that his memory should be restored soon. "

Leung Wan stood up abruptly and said to her best friend, "Time's up. I'm going to check on the patient." Then she took the medical record and walked out.

Qi Yu followed the girl named Leung Wan. The story in her dreams was always clear, but the faces of the people who experienced the things in her dreams were always blurry.

It was like taking a photo with the soft light effect of the beauty filter at 100%. Qi Yu could never see the faces of these people clearly.

Qi Yu followed the young girl upstairs and noticed the sign on the wall: Peking University First Hospital.

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Qi Yu could often feel a lot of emotions from her dreams, most of which came from the main character of each dream.

At this moment, the intern doctor named Leung Wan's heart was beating very fast. She stared at the man lying obediently on the bed, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

Qi Yu looked at the patient's name tag: Cheung Chi-ling, 27 years old, suspected of having memory impairment due to brain injury.

Qi Yu followed Leung Wan into the ward and found a bed next to Cheung Chi-ling.

It seemed that he was accompanied by a caretaker, but she was not in the room now.

To be honest, the intern doctor had entered the ward of the person who had a crush on him and even observed his sleeping face while he was sound asleep.

As an onlooker, Qi Yu felt a little awkward.

Then, Qi Yu found that the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed was talking in his sleep. It was a vague and intermittent murmur.

Qi Yu felt as if she had been possessed. She bent down and moved closer to the man.

Then, Qi Yu heard the words he had been repeating: Time is of no use in this matter.

What did that mean? Qi Yu was a little confused.

But sleep talk was sleep talk. It was meaningless and undecipherable.

Qi Yu rubbed her head. After she stood up, another sentence entered her mind: We don't have much time.

This sentence made Qi Yu, who had stood up, tremble. For some unknown reason, Qi Yu felt very uncomfortable.

She felt that this sentence was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

After Qi Yu woke up, she stared at the wooden beam for a long time before she realized that she was now in Wu Shanju. The dream just now had made her nightdress soaked in cold sweat.

She sat up and it took a while for her to get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Most people's dreams would become more and more blurry after waking up, and finally become a fallen leaf in their memory.

However, Qi Yu was different. The reality of the dream would leave a deeper impression in her mind as time passed.

Qi Yu picked up her phone and opened WeChat. She stared at Wu Ye's profile picture for a long time.

Was he already asleep at this time?

Would she disturb his rest if she called him now?

After thinking for a long time, Qi Yu sent a voice message to Wu Ye. "Are you asleep? I can't sleep."

She threw her phone aside and wondered if she was too polite to her husband.

The vibration of the phone made Qi Yu sit up in bed. Wu Ye replied with a voice message almost immediately.

"I just returned to the hotel. What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" The man's familiar voice made Qi Yu sniffle.

"No, I just miss you." Qi Yu's voice was soft, but there was a hint of sobbing.