Bo Yi's appearance is truly terrifying.
The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor looked at him, his brows tightly furrowed.
He said in a deep voice, "It's not that I don't want to wake her up, it's just... it's just that the most important thing is whether she wants to wake up. It's like a dream; if she's entangled in a nightmare, she'd struggle to wake up, but if it's a beautiful dream, she might indulge in it..."
Bo Yi's expression changed immediately.
Indeed, the old doctor continued, "She thinks too much, so for self-protection, the human body tends to let the brain immerse in a pleasant dream to reduce stress and give it time for self-repair..."
"Are you saying that she probably doesn't want to wake up now?" Bo Yi's voice was icy cold.
The old doctor remained silent, saying nothing.
However, Bo Yi clearly understood the doctor's implication.
He pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.
