In the Soul-Suppressing Department, after Taipingzi took his pulse, for the first time there was a hint of doubt on his haggard and pale face.

"Taipingzi, how is the situation?" Liu Ye looked worried.

"It's hard to say..." Taipingzi said quietly: "From the physical condition, I can detect something strange in Dong Ming's body."

"But...whether it is poison, a poisonous insect, or what it is, I can't tell."

Zhu Yun seemed a little anxious and wanted to say something, but he kept coughing.

The plain white feather fan was suddenly stained with a trace of blood.

"Inspector Zhu Yun, you should also take care of your health." Taipingzi said slowly: "You were seriously injured during the trip to the Western Regions."

"It's my fault!" Zhu Yun showed a trace of regret in his eyes: "I shouldn't have been so relieved and let him go to Broken Jade Tower alone!"

Liu Ye sighed:

"Don't blame yourself. Who would have thought that Dong Ming would be in an inexplicable coma."

"And the owl demon who is suspected of being Hideki is also very weird."

Taipingzi took out a pill from his medicine box, put it into Dong Ming's mouth, and said:

"Just wait for me a little longer."

"I'm going to ask Dai Yuanchuan from the Imperial Hospital."

Liu Ye couldn't help but was stunned: "Taipingzi, do you know Dai Yuanchuan? Do you know where he lives?"

Taipingzi nodded and left without explaining anything.

The waiting time was not short, but it seemed very long.

During this period, Liu Ye looked helpless and had to feed the lively three blue birds.

Zhu Yun seemed a little haggard, leaning on a chair nearby and keeping his eyes closed the whole time.

Finally, about a stick of incense later, under the sound of hurried footsteps, Liu Ye and Zhu Yun saw a childish young man following behind Taipingzi.

The two of them couldn't help but be stunned. They did know that the rumored genius of the Taiyuan Hospital, Dai Yuanchuan, was very young, but they never expected that he seemed to be in his prime.

"Two adults." Dai Yuanchuan saluted and said, "Is this husband the patient?"

"Yes, it's him!"

Liu Ye and Zhu Yun quickly stood up to make room for Dai Yuanchuan.

Dai Yuanchuan didn't waste any words, and simply took the pulse and began to diagnose.

Then, Dai Yuanchuan opened Dong Ming's eyes and opened the wound on Dong Ming's wrist to look at it carefully.

In this way, after half a cup of tea, Dai Yuanchuan finally said:

"This is... suffering from soul-leaving syndrome."

"Soul-Leaving Syndrome?" Liu Ye was obviously not sure.

Zhu Yun on the side frowned:

"But...a weird symptom of being addicted to a certain memory image?"

Dai Yuanchuan nodded:

"This is indeed the case with general soul-leaving syndrome. However, this husband's symptoms are even more special."

"There are some toxins in his body."

"These toxins will not harm his body, but... will aggravate his symptoms of soul-leaving syndrome."

"But there's one thing I don't understand. The toxins in his body will only aggravate the symptoms, but they are not the cause of Soul Leaving Syndrome."

"I still don't know why Mr. Xiao suddenly developed such weird symptoms."

"However, if this situation lasts for a long time...this husband will not be able to distinguish between reality and the scenes in his sleep, and will become completely addicted."

Both Liu Ye and Zhu Yun's breathing was stagnant.

"What if so?"

Dai Yuanchuan glanced at the two of them and said with a wry smile: "The human body needs food."

"If this gentleman continues to sleep and his body cannot be replenished with food and water, then naturally..."

Zhu Yun stood up awkwardly, then staggered and coughed repeatedly:

"Ahem... Then, is there any way to cure it?"

Liu Ye quickly helped him sit down: "You should calm down for a while. If you do something wrong again, I won't be able to take care of you."

Dai Yuanchuan explained: "I can make some pills that melt in the mouth to help this young man maintain his physical condition."

"I have no idea how to extract the toxins from his body."

"But I think that instead of thinking about how to remove the poison, it is better to think about solving the soul-leaking syndrome."

After hearing Dai Yuanchuan's words, the two couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They naturally understand the truth, and it is naturally good to solve the problem at its root.

But soul-leaving syndrome itself is a very rare disease, so naturally they don't know how to treat it.

Tai Pingzi raised his eyes and suddenly said: "Can I ask the eunuch of the court for help?"

Dai Yuanchuan was stunned, then patted his forehead and said, "Yes, my good friend is said to know Yin and Yang, and His Majesty thinks highly of him."

"Maybe he can find a way to cure the soul-leaving syndrome!"

"Let's do this. I'll ask my friends to come and help."

"Before that, I'll make some pills first, and then I'll bother a few gentlemen to protect his body."

…

In the soul-living world, Dong Ming and his parents naturally listened to what Mrs. Wang said.

However, the moods of both parties are somewhat different.

Dongqing and Dongshi were naturally worried about whether Dongming would get sick again.

Dong Ming, on the other hand, is thinking about whether the world he is in is the real world or a world of soul separation syndrome.

"Okay, this kid won't have any problems in a short time."

"If a similar situation happens again, please inform me again."

With that said, Mrs. Wang turned and left on crutches.

After the couple thanked her profusely, they gave Mrs. Wang some remuneration.

Then, when the two of them entered the door, Mrs. Dong said, "The food is ready, I'll bring it to you."

Soon, a fragrant smell came to the tip of my nose.

As the food was placed on the table, Dong Ming's eyes suddenly turned red.

In fact, the so-called food was very crude, just some biscuits and some wild vegetables dug from the mountains.

After all, poor small villages cannot eat meat only a few times a year.

But even so, this familiar aroma still made him choke.

He grabbed a biscuit and wolfed it down.

"Ahem..."

While crying, Dong Ming stuffed the Hu biscuits into his mouth faster.

"This child, no one is trying to fight you, slow down." Dong Qing laughed and scolded: "This child, why is he crying while eating?"

Mrs. Dong also laughed: "Didn't Mrs. Wang say it? This is a problem of soul-leaving syndrome."

"It's okay, it's okay, eat more, and..."

"Our Ming'er must grow strong."

"When Ming'er gets better, she will naturally be able to distinguish what is true and what is false."

Dong Ming wiped away her tears in a somewhat embarrassed manner, lowered her head, and was concentrating on eating the biscuits.

After a meal, Dong Ming was extremely satisfied.

It's not about the taste of food, it's about the taste of home.

At this time, it was getting late, but Dong Ming was still struggling with the problem of his memory.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going out for a walk."

"Okay, don't run around and come back early."

After Dong Ming left home, he followed the route in his memory and arrived at the hut in the south of the village where Mrs. Wang lived.

Although there were some faint routes in his memory, and the village was not that big, it still took Dong Ming a cup of tea when he found Mrs. Wang’s house.

At this time, Mrs. Wang was sitting on the rocking chair in the courtyard.
To be continued...