Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

When Shang Muchen woke up in bed, he felt unusually relaxed and comfortable all over, as if he had been reborn.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shang Muchen was a little dazed, recalling everything from his dream last night.

My brother seemed to have taken me to some strange place, and used some strange mirror to look at himself. Then, what happened next?

Wait a minute, it seems like I didn't go to bed last night. My body was on the sofa, and my soul went with my brother. When did I go to bed?

While he was lost in thought, Shang Muchen suddenly felt an itch in his throat and coughed violently. He quickly ran to the toilet and vomited into the toilet bowl.

A hard, white pill was spat out, fell into the toilet with a plop, dissolved in the water, and then disappeared.

Wait, is this the "nanorobot from Institute 901" that my brother was talking about?

Shang Muchen found it somewhat unbelievable.

So, is it true that the brother in the dream promised to "remove the nanobots and repair the brain"?

So, is it true that it enhances physical abilities?

Shang Muchen tried clenching his fist and looked in the mirror. He didn't feel that he had grown any muscles; he was still a skinny old man.

Well, my brother said it's just tapping into human potential, not superhuman, so it's normal not to see any changes.

After washing up and feeling much more refreshed, Shang Muchen took the golden rooster sculpture out of his pocket and placed it in a prominent position in the living room. Then, he dressed neatly, grabbed a book, and went out.

While having breakfast at a time-honored hamburger shop, Shang Muchen received a call from Xiao Jie.

"Mu Chen, a few of us are planning to visit Lu Mingdi, are you coming?"

"Visiting Lu Mingdi? What happened to him?"

"He's hospitalized in the psychiatric ward of the 901 Institute Affiliated Hospital, and his condition isn't good..." Xiao Jie's voice was a little conflicted.

"If I go, will it make him even more unhappy?"

"If you go, you might be able to wake him up..." Xiao Jie said. "He's been unconscious for two whole days and two nights."

"Oh? That bad?"

Shang Muchen then remembered that when he was being questioned by the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau, Chen Qingdai had casually mentioned...

Because Lu Mingdi had come into contact with prohibited mind control items, namely the so-called "Jackson glove," and because he was too close to the explosion point, the brain damage he suffered when he was hit by the explosion was much more severe than that of others.

Let him go. It's not like we have a blood feud. He's just a former rival in love. I don't need to hold a grudge against him now. If I'm too petty, Liu Qingyang might look down on me.

Shang Muchen agreed to go with Xiao Jie after breakfast in the morning.

Around 10 o'clock, Shang Muchen arrived at the agreed location—the psychiatric ward of the 901 Research Institute Affiliated Hospital, located in the western suburbs of Yanji City.

"Glasses" Xiao Jie, "Curly Hair" Fang Xuan, and "Shorty" Wu Biao have all arrived. The three of them are gathered together with worried expressions, whispering about something.

Upon seeing Shang Muchen arrive, Wu Biao walked over with a displeased expression, saying as he went, "Shang Muchen!"

Although my dad said this isn't your fault, but Lu Mingdi's own bad luck, let me tell you, I can't swallow this insult...

As he spoke, Wu Biao extended his right hand, which resembled a tiger's claw with five steel fingers, and grabbed Shang Muchen's shoulder.

Shang Muchen nimbly flicked his head, dodging the attack with such a swift movement that even he was startled.

"Ouch, you're dodging again!" Wu Biao, who had just missed his grab, took a step forward and reached out his left hand to grab again, but Shang Muchen jumped away again and successfully dodged.

"Hey! You're pretty slippery, kid. Are you some kind of catfish? A reincarnation of Benboerba? Damn it, I don't believe I can't catch you!" Wu Biao was furious and reached out to grab him, but Shang Muchen dodged repeatedly.

"Stop playing around, you two! How old are you? You're in your twenties, but you're acting like elementary school kids, playing tag? Have you no manners?" Xiao Jie complained, separating the two of them.

Wu Biao angrily cracked his knuckles and mocked, "Hmph, Shang Muchen, all you're good at is running away."

"I couldn't catch you at the Pengpai Building last time, and I still couldn't catch you today. You're really good at running away."

Shang Muchen chuckled, not arguing, but inwardly reflecting on his actions.

Logically speaking, Wu Biao's martial arts skills are superb, his techniques are sharp, his footwork is exquisite, and his movements are extremely fast. In the past, I would never have been able to avoid him. I would have inevitably been caught, manipulated, and humiliated by him. At best, I would have lost face and been embarrassed in public; at worst, I would have suffered some hidden injuries.

Even he himself did not expect that his movements would be so agile today, and his feet were incredibly nimble. He effortlessly dodged Wu Biao's capture. It seems that what his brother said was true, and his physical fitness has indeed been improved.

Xiao Jie led the group into the hospital and to a private ward on the third floor. The price list on the wall showed that the total cost of hospitalization for one day was no less than 5 yuan.

Shang Muchen first secretly stuck out his tongue, marveling at how outrageously expensive the price was, before realizing that he was now a wealthy person and didn't lack money.

The doctors in the inpatient department were giving instructions at the nurses' station when they saw Xiao Jie and his group arrive, so they came to greet them.

"Doctor, I just saw my aunt off and then picked up a few friends. Let me take another look at Lu Mingdi."

The male doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "Don't let the old lady cry too much. You must tell her that Lu Mingdi's condition is completely under control and there is no danger. Don't let her be too upset, as this could trigger her high blood pressure and heart disease."

"Yes, I will try to persuade her. Can we bring these friends into the ward now?"

"Go."

Shang Muchen followed Xiao Jie through the nurses' station and into the suite. He then discovered that, unlike the inpatient department of a typical hospital, the entire area was a suite resembling an executive hotel room, and the nurses' station was specifically for serving this suite.

The inner room contained a large bed measuring 2 meters by 2 meters. Lu Mingdi lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, his body connected to a bunch of tubes.

Fang Xuan asked cautiously, "Glasses... is it still breathing?"

"Nonsense! Look at the monitor, as long as that line is still jumping... Oh my god! Why isn't it jumping anymore? Doctor! Doctor!" Xiao Jie shouted in panic, calling the doctor over.

The doctor rushed over and was also shocked. He immediately called the nurses to provide emergency care.

After an adrenaline shot, my heart finally started beating again, albeit lazily.

"What happened?" Xiao Jie asked the doctor nervously. "She was perfectly fine when her mother was here."

"I don't know. We've already injected him with a full 15 units of therapeutic nanorobots. One unit is already very effective for an ordinary person... I'll call Professor Qiao. You guys keep an eye on him here."

After saying that, the doctor left.

There wasn't much to see. Lu Mingdi was lying there stiffly, just like he was dead, completely still.

Shang Muchen asked Xiao Jie in a low voice, "What happened? Has he become a vegetable?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Xiao Jie nodded and said, "The doctor used a bunch of terms I didn't understand, but the gist of it was that there was no organic damage or lesion in the brain and body, but the consciousness just couldn't connect."

My understanding is that Lu Mingdi's true soul is not here now; it was scattered to the winds by that explosion.

"It's like a perfectly good USB drive that you plug into a computer but can't read no matter what, right?" Curly-haired Fang Xuan asked.

"No," said the short Wu Biao, shaking his head, "How can it be considered intact if you can't read it?"

Shang Muchen walked to Lu Mingdi's hospital bedside, frowned, and carefully examined him. He indeed felt that the body on the bed seemed to lack some kind of "scent," like a house that had been uninhabited for a long time, empty, dry, and lifeless.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Shang Muchen heard the doctor say, "...Teacher Qiao, the frequency is matched, the pipes are open, but there's just no signal input..."

"I'll go take a look," a very clear and childlike female voice casually replied.

Soon, a group of people wearing white coats entered the ward.

Shang Muchen was surprised to find that, surrounded by the crowd, the person walking in the middle was actually a blonde with blue eyes, no more than 150cm tall, with a baby face that looked at most 14 or 5 years old, and looked exactly like the cutest doll in a toy store.

Although she looks young, she has quite a presence, and everyone treats her with great respect, calling her "Teacher Qiao".

When Xiao Jie and the others saw the little girl, they all stood up reverently and bowed to her. Shang Muchen did not recognize her, but in this situation, he had no choice but to follow the others, stand up and bow slightly to her, respectfully addressing her as "Teacher Qiao".

The blonde girl acted as if it were her right, completely ignoring everyone's greetings. She swaggered over to Lu Mingdi's bedside, opened his eyelids, and shone a flashlight on them.

Suddenly, she froze, stopped what she was doing, and muttered to herself, "Something's not right!"

She abruptly turned her head, glancing at the group of people surrounding the bed. She pointed a finger, gesturing for everyone else to move aside, but pointed only at Shang Muchen, frowning and demanding angrily:

"Everyone else, get out of the way! Hey, your name is Shang Muchen, right? What's going on with you?"