Chapter 60 The Source of Nightmare

When Pan Hongsheng woke up, the water in his bathtub had completely cooled down.

"Mr. Pan? Are you asleep?" The secretary knocked on the door timidly: "I called you once just now. Seeing that you didn't respond, you didn't dare to knock again."

"It's okay... You go out first." Pan Hongsheng gasped and tried his best to hide his panic and fear.

Why? Was it a dream just now?

Why? Why is there such a realistic dream? Almost every detail in the dream matches the reality...

He remembered that the lights in the corridor were forty-eight in total. When he went out, he counted them, and it was indeed forty-eight! At this moment, he was stunned, and his body was like being beaten by a stick. Where was he stunned?

"Mr. Pan? Isn't there a meeting?" The little secretary walking in front of him was very puzzled. His boss's eyes had never been so dull and helpless.

"Oh, oh," Pan Hongsheng knew that he was entangled with a dream, which was really a little stupid, but the details of the dream just now involuntarily rushed around in his mind...

If someone can manipulate my dream...

Thinking of this, he laughed and shook his head to follow the secretary into the conference room.

On the other side of the earth, Milong smiled more happily: Ha ha, self-comfort,... Why does everyone have to be like this when encountering this situation? Is the heart of this kind of character also fragile?

Milong is not an official player. Like many people, he is also a reserve player.

Pan Hongsheng's busy day has made him forget yesterday's unhappiness. A man kept thinking about Bei Xuanming's unique move in the room.

Why can't you learn that seemingly simple trick by yourself? Does that move need the same physique as Bei Xuanming? Like Han Xuan's sound waves, do you need physical conditions?

This doesn't seem to make sense.

My mind is big, but there is still no result at all.

Put your head on the table and relax your tired nerves a little...

At this time, he has a strange feeling, which is like a little bug drilling his head, drilling desperately from the ears, nose and other empty places!

That bad feeling is coming again, familiar and disgusting.

When he raised his head, suddenly the cerebral cortex realized that it was a dream.

What is the situation when you realize that you are dreaming in your own dream?

But the decorations in the room are exactly the same, and it's really impeccable! The computer in front of me is still on, just turning over the web page I was browsing.

In a trance, someone suddenly knocked on the door: "Mr. Pan, they are all waiting for you. It's time for a meeting."

The voice made him feel relieved. His secretary Xiaomi is really a good girl with due diligence.

This call made him feel the real taste.

"Okay, I'll come right away..." His voice was suddenly humble and a little humble, and his tone was not like a boss, but like a college student who had just graduated and was interviewing.

"Xiaomi, I have already considered giving you a raise..." He raised his head while sorting out his tie, but what was waiting for him was a bloody mouth!

Time froze in an instant. The little secretary with dark eyes was dizzy. At this time, her face became a bottomless mouth, and her facial features were split by this big mouth, and she seemed to be still smiling at him: "Boss, you look good today!"

"Ah————"

Pan Hongsheng screamed and woke up from her dream again.

The computer in front of you has become a blank web page, and the coffee pot in the room is squeaking!

Secretary Xiaomi, with a normal mouth that did not crack, rushed in from the outside and took down the coffee pot.

Maybe it was Pan Hongsheng's terrible eyes that scared her. She suddenly wrinkled: "Mr. Pan, I didn't mean to... I was just receiving information..."

"Go out. I have to sleep a little longer." Pan Hongsheng lowered his head and massaged his temples with both hands.

Is it because I'm under too much pressure these days?

Yes, there must be too much pressure! The enemy is about to fight. The opponent's strength is so strong. Are you afraid?

Pan Hongsheng smiled bitterly and felt a little unreasonable.

The problems I faced in the past, the enemies I faced were also very powerful and fatal. Haven't I survived? There has never been such a performance.

Standing up and opening the window, a fresh air penetrated in, a little chill.

"Cough!" His nasal cavity was invaded by cold air and became a little sore in an instant.

After coughing a few times, he actually spit out a mouthful of phlegm!

"Cold?" Pan Hongsheng looked at what he spit out incredulously. In fact, all the diseases have been far away from him for a long time. He has rarely been sick since he followed the old man to practice martial arts.

"Xiaomi, make an appointment with me a personal doctor. I guess I have the flu, and maybe it's a little mild..." He originally wanted to use the word depression, but he found that the word hurt his image, so he said half a sentence.

What's wrong with Mr. Pan? The secretary habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and was stunned.

Dr. James has been his private health care doctor since he helped Pan Hongsheng transport the equipment. This decision has proved to be very cost-effective, because the doctor is not only proficient in the treatment of many diseases, but also a psychologist.

"I've been a little bit wrong recently." Pan Hongsheng sat on the long sofa specially prepared for people with depression, with his hands on the top of his head: "To be honest, doctor, I really didn't expect that I would need psychological counseling like those fragile and unlucky people."

"This is a misunderstanding of your Asians," Dr. James replied seriously: "Psychological diseases are no different from ordinary diseases, just like your cold. Although it is not a common cold, it will also cause headaches, nasal congestion and energy loss!"

Then James began to talk about the prevention of colds and other diseases caused by the flu. The topic even deviated from the relationship between colds and diabetes, which made Pan Hongsheng have to pull down his face and cough to remind him.

"Oh, let's get straight and talk about your symptoms." James opened Pan Hongsheng's medical record file and found that it was blank.

"I haven't been sick since I was a child." Pan Hongsheng was quite proud: "I can't help it. My body is hard!"

However, the other party shook his head gently: "Do you think this is something to be proud of? Although your body is very strong, and ordinary diseases can't erode your body, it also makes your immune cells in a state of no war. Once you encounter a fierce disease, you can't resist it at all!"

He took a sip of coffee and continued, "Of course, a small cold is nothing. It's just a signal. It's determined by your mental state."

"Spiritual state?" Pan Hongsheng's heart suddenly trembled, and he remembered those strange dreams recently.

Dr. James's blue eyes stared at him: "Do you have anything to say to me? Do you think life has suddenly lost some kind of regularity and how is your sleep?

When the word "sleep" was mentioned, Pan Hongsheng's pupil suddenly opened! This detail was seen by the other party and smiled: "It seems that the problem is sleep. Do you have insomnia?"

Pan Hongsheng felt that it was not interesting to hide with the doctor, so he told all the story.

"Well, it's like this... continuous nightmares..." Dr. James's expression froze in an instant: "Your illness reminds me of a case decades ago. The patient is also a guy who often has nightmares. His nightmares are always like a shadow! Even if you take a nap in the subway, you will be awakened by a nightmare..."

"What happened later?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party immersed in his memories and seemed to be unable to extricate himself for a long time. His curiosity prompted him to ask.

"Later?" James wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "Later, he went completely crazy and always confused reality with dreams. Finally, he killed wildly in a supermarket, killed seven or eight innocent citizens and sawed his head with a chainsaw."

Poor guy. Pan Hongsheng said something in his heart, but he seemed to hear someone laughing in the dark corner.

"Well, I checked that guy for three years, and I didn't find any mental problems. I also brought my own tutor, my mentor's mentor to study together, but everyone's results are the same: from the perspective of pathology, this is a completely healthy man, even stronger than ordinary people. ! But he... Well, let's not say anything irrelevant. Let's start now. We must observe the indexes of your body in dreams, otherwise I can't make an accurate diagnosis!"