2 A Dream That Lasts (1/2)
Mo Wen's mind went blank at that very instant; his consciousness became a blur. In his daze, he had a dream.
In his dream, he was a teenager in a feudalistic society of ancient times. He was a descendant in the family with an ancestral line of doctors. For many generations, his ancestors had been appointed as imperial physicians and even given the title of Divine Physician.
Since birth, he had been exposed to different kinds of medical knowledge and was learning clinical skills from the elders of the family. Being talented and bright, his medical skills soon rose above the others in his family; they even surpassed his ancestors. He was then known as the young, miraculous healer.
He was the youngest imperial court physician in history and was given the upper third rank for his marvellous medical skills. However, at the age of twenty, he found himself unable to cure his biological sister of a rare terminal disease. He personally experimented with various kinds of herbs to try to find the cure for her illness. Unfortunately, he was lethally poisoned in the process, and soon, his body gave in. He was on the verge of dying with regrets of not being able to cure his sister's rare disease.
He was known as the Miracle Physician, yet he was unable to cure his closest family; he felt completely hopeless. At that point, he decided to leave everything behind and went to the foggy mountain sides to find a solution that would turn the situation around.
The foggy, mountain sides were full of mysterious and ancient mountains. According to the legend, many immortals lived in the foggy mountains; there were many different special, medicinal herbs for different kinds of diseases; even those that were able to resurrect the dead.
Unfortunately, no one who explored these mountains survived this forbidden land. When he entered these foggy mountains, he went in without much hope of getting out.
It seemed like a dream, yet it was so real, as every detail appeared to be crystal clear in Mo Wen's mind. It was like a reality to him, as if he had experienced personally. The joy, laughter, pain, and tears in the dream were deeply etched into Mo Wen's mind.
It was a mystical feeling, as time passed like it was in a dream, but everything he experienced was so real, even time. He felt like an amnesiac who suddenly recalled the memory that had been lost.
Yet, it was unusual, as such memories seemed as if they had travelled through time and space from another world.
Mo Wen gradually regained his consciousness with trickles of tears flowing from his eyes unknowingly. It was as if a century had passed, yet it seemed to be only a moment. He opened his eyes to the same scene of the beautiful girl struggling to save Lao Zhang, however his perception completely changed.
Yes, for just within a short instance, Mo Wen was mentally no longer the same Mo Wen as before. Physically, he was still the ordinary Mo Wen who had dropped out of college and worked on the construction site.
He subconsciously brushed his fingers on his chest, touching the eight trigrams. Everything seemed to be related to it, or else he wouldn't have been able to regain the twenty years of memory. He was currently eighteen, yet it felt like he had lived for twenty-eight years.
For some reason, he sensed that the story was incomplete. The dream stopped the moment he entered the foggy mountains, so the ”him” in the dream must have more to the story. However, no matter what he tried, he was unable to remember what happened after that.
Perhaps the rest of the story would reveal itself when certain conditions were fulfilled. Mo Wen caressed the eight trigram while absorbed in deep thoughts.
He had unexpectedly entered a stage of dreams because of the change in the eight trigram. If he wanted to know the rest of the dream, he would need to research this eight trigram. Mo Wen told himself to not tell anyone about this secret.
”Oh no, we are losing him. Why is the ambulance not here?”
An anxious female voice disrupted Mo Wen's trail of thoughts. He looked up to find that Lao Zhang went into unconsciousness. His face was rigid. Gradually, he stopped breathing.
Although this girl was a doctor, she would not be able to cure acute myocardial infarction with a simple first aid kit. The first aid treatment would only be able to prolong the life of Lao Zhang. acute myocardial infarction is only able to be stabilized with the help of medicine, an oxygen tank, and other equipment.
If the ambulance was unable to arrive on time, Lao Zhang's life would still be endangered.
”Excuse me.”
Mo Wen took a step towards the girl, indicating to her to move aside. After he had spoken, he was a little startled at what was happening. It dawned upon him that he, a construction worker, was asking a doctor to step aside.
It was actually easy for him to cure Lao Zhang's illness since he had suddenly obtained the memory of the young, miraculous healer. As such, sometimes he doubted who he really was.
”What are you doing?”
The girl peered at Mo Wen quizzically, obviously unsure what he, a construction worker, was going to do, especially at this very moment where time was of the essence for the survival of Lao Zhang.
Mo Wen had no time to pay attention to the girl as it was fatal for him to administer his help to Lao Zhang. The developing district was too far for the ambulance to arrive on time to save him.
Mo Wen grabbed Lao Zhang's body forcefully from the girl. He rapidly tapped his fingers over a few points on Lao Zhang's body before turning him over. He then hit him once on his back. Suddenly, Lao Zhang vomited a filthy substance before slumping his body onto the ground.
”Hey, what are you doing? Stop it! You may take a life with your insensible actions.”
The girl, anxious after seeing what Mo Wen was doing, grabbed Mo Wen's arm, hoping to pull him away. Unfortunately, she was simply a girl whose strength was too weak compared to Mo Wen. He was a strong man from the village, who had a well-built body from many years working a laborious laborious job.
Mo Wen did not put up a struggle and stopped what he was doing. acute myocardial infarction was not a rare disease to him; it was simply a blockage to the blood flowing to the heart muscle that could be easily removed by a few special techniques.
He stole a glance at the girl and felt that she was genuinely kind. Even a doctor would not help a dying patient without the availability of proper medical environment and disregard the fact that she would have to bear the responsibility if the patient were to die in her hands.