Chapter 054: Thoughts by Day, Dreams by Night

Duan Feihan rubbed his handsome face, his gaze complicated. “Why did I dream about… Bai Chuwei?”

He massaged his temples, rose, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

The cold mineral water slid down his throat, thoroughly dousing the agitation left by the nightmare, but also robbing him of any sleepiness.

He set down the glass, took his phone, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His black eyes returned to their usual coldness as he gazed out into the night and made a call.

The other end picked up quickly. “Fourth Master, calling me so late—did you have a nightmare? I’ll come over right away?”

This was Ji Shuo, Duan Feihan’s personal psychologist.

Usually, if Duan Feihan called him in the middle of the night, it was for this reason.

Duan Feihan was the greatest challenge of his professional career; he’d tried countless interventions, yet saw little improvement.

“No need to come. I’m fine,” Duan Feihan said calmly.

Ji Shuo let out a small sigh of relief.

But then curiosity got the better of him. “If everything’s fine, why call me at this hour, Fourth Master?”

A trace of confusion finally appeared on Duan Feihan’s otherwise impassive face. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “I had a dream… a girl was holding me…”

It took Ji Shuo a while to realize: so Fourth Master was calling him in the middle of the night for dream interpretation? Did he look like a fortune-teller?

Ji Shuo, remembering the generous salary he received as a psychologist, cleared his throat. “Fourth Master, I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, ‘What you think of by day, you dream of by night’? This dream likely reflects some subconscious thought or desire.”

Duan Feihan’s voice was icy. “Dr. Ji, are you looking to collect your final paycheck?”

Ji Shuo: “?”

The call ended with a sharp click.

Did his subconscious really harbor thoughts about his nephew’s deskmate?

*

With Duan Feihan awake, his dream world naturally vanished.

After witnessing the future big boss’s dream tonight, Bai Chuwei finally waited for the trembling arrival of Liu Zhen.

Usually, when this little old man went out, he was surrounded by attendants, and everyone in the medical community greeted him respectfully as “Master Liu.” But now, seeing Bai Chuwei, he was on the verge of tears.

The temperament of this venerable ancestor was truly unfathomable.

She’d expressly forbidden him from letting his long-dead master visit him in dreams for a heart-to-heart—and now she appeared herself! That was even more terrifying than his master’s ghost.

The moment Liu Zhen saw Bai Chuwei, his legs gave out and he knelt before her, crying, “Ancestor, I was really wrong.”

Bai Chuwei cast him an indifferent glance and said lazily, “After cultivating myself for thousands of years, I have no interest in killing, nor am I concerned about your little life.”

Thousands of years…

Liu Zhen wished he could wake up and slap himself. He really had provoked the grandmaster.

Trembling, he asked why she had come.

“I’ll teach you one set from the Thirteen Needles of the Spiritual Path. Go and perform acupuncture on the old master of the Duan family—don’t hold back.”

Liu Zhen was stunned, then tears welled up in his eyes, snot and tears mixing until they covered his wrinkled face.

More than a hundred years of life, and he’d misunderstood everything! He’d thought the ancestor was here to punish him, but she was here to impart medical knowledge!

The Thirteen Needles of the Spiritual Path—this was a technique countless doctors spent their lives seeking in vain, and the ancestor was willing to teach him.

“Disciple accepts the order, I will study diligently.”

Liu Zhen was already old. Many of the apprentices in his clinic lived with him.

That night, the apprentices were woken by Liu Zhen’s commotion and saw the little old man lying in bed, sometimes weeping, sometimes laughing, with a string of drool dangling from the corner of his mouth…