Outside the window, the trees swayed gently in the breeze, and occasionally the calls of birds could be heard.

Sunlight filtered through the half-open white curtains, spilling onto the tidy single bed.

The air had a slight smell of disinfectant, but it wasn't pungent.

The room wasn't large, but it was simply and practically furnished. A quiet landscape painting hung on the wall, and a small bedside table held a water glass, a stainless steel insulated lunch box, and a basket of fruit, as if someone had hurriedly brought them for him and then gone downstairs again.

"Ah!"

On the white hospital bed, the boy suddenly woke up with a start, gasping for breath.

"Finally back..."

He muttered to himself, dazed.

Soon.

What caught his attention wasn't the simple furniture in the room.

But a concerned face on a stool not far away, the worry in those emerald green eyes impossible to hide.

"Du A'duo, how are you feeling? What did you dream about this time?"

The doctor, wearing a white coat, sat beside him and asked kindly.

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, the doctor added,

"You need to wake up. Your body is in critical condition. According to my diagnosis, the medication's effects have been weakening recently."

"..."

The boy stared blankly at the black-haired, green-eyed doctor in front of the bed.

He remembered his name was Du A'duo.

He was a second-year student at No. 71 Middle School, currently on medical leave.

Countless distorted characters and strange knowledge accompanied his awakening, causing a piercing pain in his brain, and he clutched his head in agony.

How to calculate permutations and combinations, what was the law of conservation of momentum again?

He felt like he had learned it, but also like he hadn't.

But this feeling was normal; that was just how learning was.

"Your parents sold their house to pay for your treatment, and the savings they had planned for retirement are almost gone. If you continue to torment them like this, they might end up sleeping on the streets."

The doctor glanced at the metal insulated lunch box on the bedside table and said.

"What, what are you saying? I am the Fourth Progenitor of the Blood Clan, I, am Eduardo, am I Du A'duo?"

The boy turned his head stiffly, staring blankly at his reflection on the insulated lunch box, grabbing his cheeks.

He had just woken up from a dream, and the faint lingering memories only made him remember that the dream was incredibly real and cruel.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell which was the dream and which was reality.

But he didn't know why; he just wanted to fall asleep again and escape this reality that inexplicably made him panic.

"To be honest, your parents are reaching their breaking point. They just brought you lunch and rushed downstairs to pay the bill. You didn't see their embarrassed and conflicted expressions."

The black-haired, green-eyed doctor tapped on his tablet and added,

"I didn't want to tell you this, but I think you need to wake up."

The doctor's voice remained calm.

"No, I am a Blood Clan..."

The boy's muttered words were filled with uncertainty. He only felt a tightness in his chest and preferred to believe that the reality he was in was fake, and that the dream was real.

"A'duo, I was worried about you yesterday when I saw you dreaming."

The doctor finally put down the tablet, frowned, and stared intently at him.

"Ahhh! No!"

The boy broke out in a cold sweat. Just briefly recalling the terrifying fragments of the dream, he wanted to ask the doctor for sedatives.

"Alright, it's okay. If it's painful, don't think about it anymore."

The black-haired, green-eyed doctor stood up and gently patted the boy's back, as if smoothing his breathing.

Only when Du A'duo's emotions had slowly stabilized did the doctor sit back down in his chair, watching him kindly.

"Stop fixating on that dream and fantasy world, and your condition will improve immediately. It all depends on your heart."

The doctor said.

"I know... Doctor Lan."

Like a newly tamed wild horse, Du A'duo lowered his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

In the quiet hospital room, the sound of footsteps passing by outside the door made him feel safe. His attending physician, Professor Lan, was a citywide expert in neurology and mental illness. His parents had gone to great lengths to get him admitted to the hospital and persuaded Professor Lan to take on his case.

As it turned out, Doctor Lan was a good person, even lending his parents money and saving them as much money as possible.

Next.

In the ward.

"A'duo."

The doctor began his diagnosis in a calm and deep tone, slowly, without a trace of haste,

"Please don't be afraid. Think back slowly. Was this dream the same as before? Is the worldview more complete?"

Doctor Lan's gaze seemed to penetrate the psychological defenses that ordinary people couldn't touch, fixing on Du A'duo and asking.

"Ah?!"

Du A'duo became terrified again, instinctively clenching his fists.

"A'duo, it's okay. This is reality. I'm here with you."

The doctor continued to soothe Du A'duo in his patient tone,

"No matter what happens in the dream, it won't come into reality. Even if you accidentally fall asleep again and have another nightmare, I'll wake you up right away. We'll pinky swear, okay?"

His voice was as gentle as a loving father, and he reached out his hand, causing Du A'duo to widen his eyes, but he didn't dare to respond.

"..."

Gradually, Du A'duo felt a subtle sense of reliance, like finding an anchor in a bay.

He reached out and touched Doctor Lan's warm hand.

Sure enough, Doctor Lan wouldn't hurt him.

"In fact, your condition isn't uncommon in the world, but it's rare to encounter in the country. According to the data my mentor sent me, the recovery rate is high."

Doctor Lan continued.

"...Is this really a sign that I'm getting better? Is it really worth struggling, or should I just let my parents off the hook sooner?"

Du A'duo lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth.

"You have to think that you've been fighting this illness until now, and often, people who can persevere to this point have all, without exception, recovered... You are brave and resilient, and I believe your parents must be proud of you."

Doctor Lan replied slowly.

"..."

Du A'duo looked up at the male doctor, the eyes under his messy bangs unable to be concealed, like a desperate beast, a last glimmer of light flickering in them.

"This illness, in fact, when you reach the most painful moment in your hallucinations, it means that it's almost over. As the saying goes, things turn into their opposite when they reach the extreme. When you're tired of the dream and start to reject it, it means that you have the hope of breaking free from it and returning to reality."

Doctor Lan replied again. Even though his expression was calm, a smile could still be caught in his eyes, a joyful heart celebrating for him.

"..."

Du A'duo remained silent.

Doctor Lan waited quietly.

"Doctor, what should I do?"

Du A'duo finally asked.

"It's very simple. The next dream may be your last dream. As long as you are willing to give up everything and let go freely, sever the illusion, you can completely end that dream."

"..."

For a moment, Du A'duo couldn't answer the black-haired, green-eyed doctor.

Just like he didn't dare to jump out of the window to verify whether he would die, could he really let go so decisively in the dream?

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find the answer.

However, he now longed to understand the answer, no longer wanting to be a sad patient deceiving himself.

At this moment, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the cold bed frame, he completely exposed the wounds in his heart.

"Listen to me, A'duo, relax even more than before."

As Du A'duo pondered, Doctor Lan suddenly said softly,

"You are the bravest. Stand tall and say thank you to your parents. Your parents are still waiting for you. Go home, go back to a place full of happiness."

"Doctor..."

Du A'duo took a deep breath. He didn't understand why his eyes were wet and a warm current was welling up in his heart at this moment. He only knew that he wanted to continue talking to this doctor, asking him to resolve his confusion and continue listening to his kind words, to be treated with such tenderness.

"Let go of every burden."

"At the end of persistence, what will there be?"

"Please, let yourself go and forget everything first."

"All you need to think about is, from now on, what kind of life do you want to live?"

The doctor's voice was like a gentle stream, bringing tears to Du A'duo's face.

...

Kalieyla's eyelids twitched wildly as she watched Lan Qi successfully make Eduardo completely fall into this fictional world of tenderness.

She was now a little suspicious of whether the brain structure of the Nameless Lord had a problem!

(End of chapter)