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As Li Weigang finished speaking, an elderly man with white hair on the sofa slowly raised his head.

He looked haggard and his mental state seemed very poor.

The old man's name is Li Zhongshan, and he is in his early seventies.

His hair was completely white, his body was thin, and his face showed an abnormal sense of decay.

He looked like he was seriously ill or suffering from a chronic disease.

"Sir, let me take your pulse."

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, he sat down next to the old man.

She raised her hand and gently placed it on Li Zhongshan's wrist.

His fingertips were steady, and his breathing was calm.

Li Weigang and his wife Yang Li, who were standing nearby, instantly held their breath.

The couple exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation.

They visited every hospital in the city, big and small, to treat their father's strange illness.

I've consulted both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine doctors, but they still can't find the root cause.

They could only hope that Lin Yuan would notice something amiss.

Time passed second by second.

For a full minute, Lin Yuan kept his eyes closed and focused intently on his investigation.

The more he probed, the more his brows furrowed.

A clear look of confusion appeared on his face.

His medical skills, combined with his metaphysical ability to observe qi, made it impossible for ordinary, hidden illnesses and ailments to hide.

But when he took his pulse, the result was beyond his expectations.

Although Li Zhongshan's physical abilities were not as good as those of a young man.

However, these are just common underlying chronic diseases in the elderly, such as hypertension and rheumatism.

These are all chronic ailments that have lasted for decades. They are not dangerous, and certainly not enough to cause mental breakdown or sleepless nights.

Apart from that, his internal organs were functioning normally, his blood and qi were flowing smoothly, and he showed absolutely no signs of serious illness.

No lesions causing the body's decline could be found at all.

Seeing Lin Yuan's solemn and puzzled expression, Li Weigang's heart skipped a beat, and he felt completely uncertain.

He quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Brother Lin, how is the situation? What exactly is wrong with my father?"

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Director Li, sister-in-law."

"The old man is in good health. Apart from some common chronic diseases in the elderly, he has no serious organic diseases."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

Li Weigang's expectations vanished instantly, and a deep disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He turned and exchanged a glance with his wife, Yang Li, and both of them felt a chill in their hearts.

It seems that even this young doctor, on whom her husband had placed high hopes, couldn't find the problem.

A white run.

They knew better than anyone that those chronic illnesses were old ailments that had plagued the old man for many years.

Everything had been peaceful until now, so it was impossible for it to suddenly erupt recently, causing people to feel listless all day and suffer from insomnia all night.

This doesn't match the old man's current symptoms at all.

Yang Li sighed softly, her eyes filled with helplessness.

It's always like this.

It was exactly the same as all the previous doctors' diagnoses.

No serious illness was found, but the person was getting weaker and weaker and was sleeping less and less.

Lin Yuan ignored their disappointed expressions and continued to ask questions.

"Sir, you don't have any illnesses, so what are the specific symptoms that make you feel unwell?"

Li Zhongshan raised his cloudy eyes, looking tired and weary.

Her voice was hoarse and weak: "Nothing else, I just can't sleep."

"I suffer from insomnia every night, tossing and turning in bed, my dreams filled with nothing but dreams when I close my eyes."

"I wake up countless times throughout the night, and the more I sleep, the more tired I feel. Over time, I feel completely drained."

Lin Yuan nodded, grasping the key information.

"dream?"

"What exactly did you dream about?"

Upon hearing this question, Li Zhongshan's expression changed instantly.

The previously tired and relaxed facial muscles suddenly tensed up.

His eyes darted away, his lips moved, but he stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"No...it's nothing."

"They were just a bunch of random nightmares, I can't remember them."

His expression was flustered, his eyes darting around, and he didn't dare to look Lin Yuan in the eye.

It's obvious they're deliberately hiding something.

Li Weigang and Yang Li were also stunned.

They stayed by the old man's side every day, only knowing that their father had nightmares every night.

But every time I pressed him to tell me what he dreamed about, my father would remain silent.

Lin Yuan saw it all clearly.

The old man is not sick; the problem is not with his physical body at all.

It lies in the heart, in the spirit, and in the obsession!

He asked again in a calm tone.

"Old man, please tell me the truth."

"The things in your dreams are the root cause of your physical decline and inability to sleep."

"If you don't explain clearly, no one can cure your illness."

Lin Yuan's words were firm and carried a convincing power.

Li Zhongshan remained silent for a long time.

His aged face was filled with shifting expressions, a mixture of struggle and pain.

A full half minute passed.

He let out a long sigh, and a murky glint of tears welled up in his eyes.

Finally, she stopped hiding it and slowly revealed the secret that had been buried in her heart for decades.

"In my dreams... the image of my old comrade-in-arms keeps appearing."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Li Zhongshan's voice trembled with the passage of time as he slowly recounted the long-forgotten past.

"When I was young, I went to the battlefield and participated in border defense wars."

That was a bloody memory he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Amidst a hail of bullets, corpses littered the ground.

The fierce battle that year resulted in heavy casualties for the troops.

He and a fellow soldier who enlisted with him were trapped behind enemy lines and surrounded.

That battle was merciless, with artillery fire raging.

His comrade's legs were blown off by the shell, and he was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

They have completely lost their ability to move.

At that time, the enemy was closing in step by step, and the main force was making an emergency breakout.

With a severely wounded and disabled comrade by his side, the two of them could only have one ending.

They were all captured or killed in battle.

In the face of desperation, that comrade showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, she clung tightly to Li Zhongshan, pleading with him with red eyes.

Make him give you a grenade.

I just want a clean and decisive end.

With both legs broken and rendered useless, he was unwilling to become a prisoner of the enemy and suffer endless humiliation.

"Hey buddy, don't worry about me!"

"Take me with you, or we'll both die! Give me a quick death, and you'd better break through!"

These were the last words his comrade-in-arms said to him back then.

Decades later, it still resonates clearly in Li Zhongshan's mind.

At that time, Li Zhongshan was young and impetuous, and valued loyalty and righteousness. He would never abandon his brothers.

He insisted on carrying his seriously wounded comrade to break through the encirclement.

But the battlefield is cruel, leaving no room for sentimentality.

The enemy's encirclement was getting tighter and tighter, and the gunfire was getting closer and closer.

If we delay any longer, no one will be able to leave.

His comrades repeatedly screamed and begged, threatening to kill themselves.

On one side, the entire army was wiped out; on the other, the brothers' last wishes remained.

A desperate situation.

In the end, Li Zhongshan had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear the pain, letting go of his comrades.

Alone, he fought his way out of the encirclement.

He survived.

But his brother, who had risked his life alongside him, remained forever in that war-torn land.

this matter.

This became a lifelong regret for Li Zhongshan.

decades.

He never mentioned it to anyone, intending to take it straight to his grave.

All these years have passed peacefully.

But for some reason, it's started recently.

All the long-buried memories suddenly surged up.

Every night I dream of the battlefield, and every time I dream of my comrades.

The pleading eyes and desperate voices of his comrades echoed in his mind, lingering on and on.

Guilt, self-blame, regret, remorse...

A myriad of emotions tormented his mind day and night.

It kept him awake all night, and he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

In just half a month, he aged and deteriorated rapidly, getting worse day by day.

After listening to the old man's complete account.

Li Weigang and Yang Li froze on the spot, their faces filled with shock and heartache.

They had lived for so many years and had never heard their father mention even a fraction of his wartime experiences, let alone know that their father was carrying such a heavy burden in his heart.

Lin Yuan's eyes were calm, and he instantly saw through all the problems.

Being free from illness and disaster is a sign of being plagued by inner demons.

It was the guilt he carried for a lifetime that crushed this veteran!