Chapter 68 (Chapter 68 (Two Hundred and Twenty Thousand Nutrients...)

When Professor Wang woke up, he thought he was dead.

After all, he hadn't slept so deeply for a long time.

In the past, whenever he fell asleep, he seemed to always dream.

He dreamed of the panic when his country was destroyed and his family was ruined when he was a child, the anger and helplessness of being bullied because of his yellow skin in Country S, and the hatred when his compatriot with the best grades and the most loved by the teacher died at home.

But not this time.

Professor Wang exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes.

The air was filled with the aroma of dumplings.

It was the kind that was almost done, and there was also a smell of vinegar.

He heard Song Yao muttering to Zhao Xiaodong next to him:

"Should we wake up the master?"

"But Dad said that the master always couldn't sleep well. He is sleeping so soundly now, so why don't we let him sleep for a while?"

"The dumplings are almost done. Didn't the master just say he was hungry?"

The two children finally decided to use the rock-paper-scissors method to determine whether to wake up Professor Wang.

Professor Wang turned his head to look over.

They immediately put their hands behind their backs with guilt.

Song Yao smiled at him flatteringly: "Master, the dumplings are almost cooked!"

Professor Wang sat up slowly, and felt that he had slept very comfortably.

The chronic illness that had been suppressed in his body seemed to have subsided.

Seeing his dazed expression, Song Yao was curious:

"Master? Did you dream?"

Professor Wang was stunned for a second before answering: "No, I slept very soundly and didn't dream."

Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

The child said very worriedly:

"Dad said that Master, you always have nightmares and are awakened by nightmares."

Yes.

Professor Wang is indeed like this.

It has been a long time since I felt a good sleep without nightmares.

Before, whenever he slept, he could dream of different scenes every night.

The most common dream was that John, the teacher who was the friendliest to them, had red eyes and yelled at a group of people who were laughing and joking:

"He just has a different skin color from us, he is also a human being! Why are you so cruel! He is just a student!! He is only 20 years old! He is just a student!!"

Till now, Professor Wang still clearly remembers the sad and helpless look in Teacher John's eyes.

That look gradually changed, turning into the curious and clear eyes of the child in front of him.

Song Yao was asking: "Master, do you want to see a doctor? My grandma said that if you can't sleep well, you can also see a doctor."

Professor Wang shook his head: "This kind of doctor can't cure it."

This is a mental illness, how can it be cured.

Song Yao wanted to help him, so he volunteered:

"Master, what nightmares do you usually have? How about this, after you wake up, think carefully about how to defeat the person in the nightmare! This way, you can defeat it in your dream next time, and it won't be a nightmare!"

Yes, the child is also very experienced in this regard, although he thought so.

In the past, there was a story about wolves in the mountains in Dashu Village. These wolves would eat disobedient children who played with fire during the day.

Song Yao sometimes dreamed that wolves chased him in his dreams.

This was a dream, and even 005 couldn't help him.

Unless 005 woke him up.

But obviously, Song Yao would rather have a nightmare than be woken up.

Later, he pestered his father to make him a slingshot. After promising not to hit anyone with the slingshot, the child got the right to use the slingshot.

After that, he dreamed that the wolf was running in front and he was chasing with a slingshot behind.

The nightmare turned into a passionate dream.

Song Yao thought that the master could also use this trick.

He was very proud and made a solemn promise:

"If Master is afraid of not being able to beat him, Zhao Xiaodong and I are making something fun and can lend it to you to fight nightmares!"

Professor Wang shook his head: "I just dreamed of my teacher in Country S."

Song Yao was shocked: "Master, did you dream of being punished by the teacher to stand!"

Zhao Xiaodong proposed a more terrifying one: "Or was it slapped on the palm of the hand!"

Professor Wang: "... No, my teacher doesn't slap people on the palm of the hand, nor does he punish students to stand."

The two children immediately envied him.

"That's great, if our teacher is like this."

Song Yao: "Then Master, your teacher didn't punish you, why is he a nightmare?"

Professor Wang was stunned and didn't know how to answer this question.

In fact, most of the time they spent with Teacher John was pleasant.

Although many people in Country S looked down on yellow skin and were hostile to them, Teacher John never treated his students unfairly because of their different skin colors.

On the contrary, because students from Zhongzhou were often bullied, he would deliberately take care of them more.

His favorite student was also from Zhongzhou.

That student had a high IQ and a pure personality. He was always busy and immersed in study, so Professor Wang was not familiar with him.

But he remembered that he was a complete genius. He had already made a name for himself before graduation. Even though they were not familiar with him, as fellow Zhongzhou people, they were proud of him in their hearts.

Teacher John was very happy. He believed that as long as this student continued to grow, he might even promote the progress of world science and technology.

And then there was nothing else.

After the young genius passed away, Teacher John was seriously ill for a while.

Later, he was seriously ill, and they, a group of students, went to visit him.

Teacher John left the three of them and said to Danshui:

"Change your major. Don't stay in this major anymore. I can't protect you anymore."

Later, Danshui and Tianyu changed their majors one after another.

After John recovered from his illness, he gave up his research, left school and returned to his hometown, saying that he wanted to open a small farm.

In fact, getting along with John should be a very good memory.

In a foreign country, there is such a teacher who has been protecting them all the time. Even if he leaves school, he will not forget to prepare a way out for them.

Professor Wang suddenly smiled with relief: "Yes, why is it a nightmare?"

"Obviously my teacher is such a good person."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong pricked up their ears and immediately said:

"Our teacher is also very good!"

It was rare that Professor Wang was in a good mood to talk.

He told the two children about his friends, his school life, their teacher John, and the very smart young genius who was highly expected by many people.

That was it.

Professor Wang touched Song Yao's little head.

It's different now. This is Zhongzhou. These two excellent children will grow up well.

Because he was his master, Song Yao, who had been working hard to grow taller, did not dodge.

"Master, so why is it a nightmare?"

For the first time, Professor Wang thought seriously.

"Maybe it's because I found out that I'm useless."

He couldn't help looking up at the sky again:

"From the beginning, I was not a good enough person."

Song's father, who was carrying dumplings out, was shocked: "Teacher, you are so good, are you not good enough?!"

Professor Wang, whose sad state was interrupted again, looked at him unhappily:

"Compared to you, of course I am very good."

But compared to his friends and that genius, he is not so good.

So after watching them leave one by one, Professor Wang always couldn't help but have a thought:

Why am I the one who stayed?

When the country was destroyed and the family was ruined, my cousin was better than him, but he died in that war.

When he went abroad, that young genius was better than him, but he also died early.

And his wife, such an excellent person, died early due to illness.

And his friend... Oh no, his friend is not dead yet.

But he was forced to change his major, and now he has to deal with the people from country S in the embassy every day.

Although the other party has always said that he is still adaptable, Professor Wang feels that if he is asked to be humble and swallow his anger every day, it is almost the same as death.

Professor Wang, who is the only one who is fine, is a little doubtful about life.

He has no idea what the meaning of being left behind is.

Sitting here every day, teaching a group of stupid students, and sometimes stupid businessmen come to annoy people, and then spare sixteen hours a day to mourn the past?

The only thing to do is to remember his wife and friends... and forget that his friends are not dead yet.

In short, Professor Wang said:

"Sometimes, I can't find the meaning of my life. People like me... smell so good."

Song's father handed him a bowl of dumplings:

"The vinegar is on the table, teacher, dip it yourself."

Professor Wang took a bowl of dumplings and dipped it in vinegar. After eating one, he continued:

"For someone like me who knows nothing, I can't even make a little contribution."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong also received a bowl of dumplings from Song's father.

The two children blew it to cool it down, and their faces were shocked.

"Wow! Master! If we don't make any contribution, we will die!"

Song Yao was horrified: "It's over, many of our classmates will die!"

Zhao Xiaodong also looked horrified: "Little one, we won't die too, will we?"

Song Yao: "No, Brother Yuan Jiang said that we have made contributions, and we are so good and obedient every day, and we also make contributions at home."

He lowered his head to count: "The county magistrate also said that our fan clock feeds many people, Xinghe County can't do without us, I'm not bragging, the county magistrate said."

Professor Wang: "... It's not what you think, this sentence means... Oh, anyway, it's not what you think!"

He has always been a person who is easily sad.

Seventy years.

This is the second time that I feel sad and can't feel sad.

The first time was because of Song's father.

Professor Wang silently ate a piece of dumpling: Well, it's delicious.

After everyone gathered together to eat dumplings to their heart's content, Professor Wang had completely forgotten what he was thinking before.

After listening to Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong talking to each other again, he tried to open his eyes wide to avoid being sleepy.

After a few seconds, he couldn't hold on any longer, so Professor Wang had to take the initiative:

"You haven't walked around yet, right? I'll take you there?"

The two children were actually a little tired from studying, and they were instantly happy after hearing this, looking over with bright eyes and expectation:

"Okay, okay!"

Song Yao was extremely happy.

After all, Master is a local, and he can definitely take them to the most fun places.

Ten minutes later

The four people stood at the intersection in silence.

After a few seconds, Song Yao looked at Professor Wang with a confused face:

"Master? Are you lost?"

Professor Wang immediately said: "No, how could I be, I've lived here for decades."

After more than ten seconds, he still didn't move.

Zhao Xiaodong scratched his head: "Master, why don't you move forward?"

Professor Wang: "... I'm tired, I want to rest."

Song Yao was puzzled: "But we didn't go long."

Professor Wang said harshly: "I am too old to compare with young people like you."

Yuan Jiang said very reliably:

"How about we go back the way we came? I remember the way back."

Professor Wang was very determined: "No, I know how to go."

He stood there thinking for a few seconds, then glanced at the hospital in front, and his eyes lit up:

"Didn't you suggest that I come and see why I keep having nightmares? I said we should go to the hospital together."

Yuan Jiang, the only adult present, understood Professor Wang's meaning very well:

So he wasn't lost, but came specifically to the hospital.

Although he didn't believe it, shopping was not just shopping anyway. As long as the safety of his two children could be guaranteed, Yuan Jiang didn't plan to get involved too much.

So the four of them entered the hospital smoothly.

Professor Wang thinks very well.

How could a hospital treat nightmares? It was a mental illness, not a disease.

So the hospital would definitely tell them that it couldn't be cured, and he could take the children home very naturally, which effectively concealed his behavior of being lost in the city where he had lived for decades.

When the doctor heard this, he said, "Okay, it's basically clear. Let's do a check-up."

Professor Wang:"?"

No, can you check nightmares?

He dubiously checked under the encouraging gazes of the two children.

The doctor really found something.

“Don’t you know you have a heart condition?”

Professor Wang was shocked: "I don't know, my heart has never hurt."

Doctor: "Are you often out of breath, chest tight and short of breath?"

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t it because the crying was too uncomfortable and you were holding in your breath?

Doctor: "There is also a stabbing pain in the heart, like a needle."

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t that because I miss my deceased wife so much that I feel like a knife in my heart?

Doctor: “Sometimes it’s accompanied by panic and palpitations.”

Professor Wang: ...Isn’t that the result of gratitude for oneself?

He was shocked to find that he actually had all the symptoms the doctor said.

And they happen quite frequently.

The doctor said: "It is very common for patients with heart disease to have nightmares. Your problem is not very serious. Plus you are older, so we still focus on conditioning."

"In this way, please note the frequency of attacks and what they look like when they occur. Let me take a look next time you come here."

Although Lecheng is a big city, heart surgery is still something that can be avoided if possible.

Especially at such an old age, you can't take risks.

In the end, Professor Wang went back carrying the medicine with a confused look on his face.

Song Yao was still beside him and kept rejoicing:

"Fortunately, Master, you thought of coming to see a doctor. My grandma said heart disease is very scary."

In fact, Professor Wang came to the hospital simply because he was lost and wanted to save face and didn’t want to admit it: “…”

He coughed dryly: "Actually, nightmares are not necessarily caused by heart disease. Comrade doctors have also said that it is just possible that it is caused by heart disease."

Who would have thought that nightmares could be caused by heart disease.

Song Yao also nodded in agreement and patted her chest again:

"It's okay, Master. I have experience. When the toy I make is ready, I will give it to you. Then, Master, if you hold it while you sleep, you won't be afraid of nightmares."

Zhao Xiaodong also patted his chest: "Yes, I will give it to you when my toy is ready!"

Yuan Jiang, who followed them silently: ...It can't be a toy like that big black mouse.

He wasn't just guessing.

They really look like two children's toys...either spiders or snakes, and each one has a weird shape.

If you sleep with them in your arms...the nightmares won't get worse.

Professor Wang naturally didn't expect that children's toys would be this kind of thing.

The little boy's toys are nothing more than spinning tops, marbles, and maybe even wooden guns if they are more powerful.

He accepted the children's kindness and decided that no matter what toys they were, they would be placed next to the pillows.

Even if it has no effect on nightmares, it is still a child's wish.

They returned to Professor Wang's residence. Dad Song was scratching his head and doing homework. When he saw them coming back with bags, he was surprised:

"Did you buy something? What is it?"

Song Yao answered quickly: "It's medicine!"

He patted himself: "Song Yao's medicine!"

Dad Song:? ? ?

Go out shopping and buy a bag of medicine and come back? ?

That night, after Professor Wang sent Father Song and the others away, he lay silently on the bed and fell asleep.

Then, he woke up again in the middle of the night.

He lit the lamp, stood in front of the desk, absorbed ink with his pen, and slowly wrote smooth and elegant handwriting on the paper:

[Late at night, I miss my dead wife, my heart is like a knife, and all the past events...]

As he was writing, he suddenly paused.

etc……

Professor Wang looked back at the medicine placed beside the bed.

There was silence for a while.

He slowly walked over, opened a bottle of medicine, sucked it into his mouth, and sat down slowly. When the pain subsided, he guiltily put away the "Essay on Missing My Dead Wife Today" he had written before.

Then he took another piece of paper:

[At three o'clock in the night, I felt frightened and felt a slight stabbing pain in my heart, like a needle prick. 】