Shen Tang had truly never heard a more explosive answer.
"Five years? Every day?"
Having learned from Lin Feng and Bei Jiu's examples, Shen Tang had figured out the pattern. Elder Physician Dong had probably activated the Medical School Sacred Hall by pure accident.
She simply hadn't expected the Medical School Sacred Hall to be so demanding.
Five years—he had taken the exam for five whole years!
He had repeated the same dull dream more than eighteen hundred times!
Even the most open-minded person would have realized something was wrong by then.
For a moment, Shen Tang didn't know whether to say Elder Physician Dong was tight-lipped or socially withdrawn. All these years, he hadn't let a word slip.
"It wasn't like that every day." Elder Physician Dong explained, "Every ten days, there was one day when I had a different dream."
He felt that these useless dreams were a waste of time.
Problems he couldn't solve during the day could be pondered further in dreams, and what he learned there stayed especially firmly in his memory. Reality was different. His body was aging and growing feeble, his eyes had blurred and his ears had grown hard of hearing, his energy and strength were no longer as abundant as in his prime, his memory was declining, and his thinking couldn't compare with the young people at the clinic. He felt deeply helpless in this state. Birth, aging, sickness, and death spared no one.
Compared with that, the state he was in within his dreams made him linger unwillingly.
In his dreams, his soul could temporarily escape this fleshly body that radiated aging and decay from within outward, gaining freedom.
Shen Tang: "...You even get one day off every ten days?"
She nearly didn't know where to begin complaining.
"Heh, the