The female doctor getting dressed in the bed opposite was also startled, then she asked,
"Doctor Lu, did you have a nightmare?"
Lu Jing nodded, then shook his head, his entire being in a state of distraction,
" No," he replied.
How could it be a nightmare?
In fact, he had seen that little boy in his dreams not just once.
In the first two years he'd been abroad, he would often dream about him.
After a long period of treatment, the frequency of the dreams gradually decreased.
It had been several months since he last dreamt of him.
But in the past, the little boy never spoke, just quietly followed Lu Jing around.
Lu Jing had seen his face, which bore at least a seventy percent resemblance to Jiang Ye, the remaining thirty percent resembling himself.
It was clear who the child was.
So, for Lu Jing, this truly wasn't a nightmare. On the contrary, he looked forward to it, hoping to see him often.
