Lin Feng drew back his foot with a rueful sigh.
Just as he thought, the Dreammaker's skills weren't up to scratch.
Dreammaking was simply a matter of guiding a scene into being through how strongly someone believed in it.
The unknown Dreammaker was clearly trying to steer Lin Feng into believing that his journey to the Marvel Universe—even his becoming Superman—had all been a dream.
But this was Lin Feng's dream, after all. Once he noticed what was happening, control would return to him.
So the more firmly Lin Feng believed he was Superman, the less the dreammaking could affect him.
Seeing the young nurse's stunned expression, Lin Feng smiled.
"Well? Do you believe I'm Superman now?"
The young nurse blinked and pointed at the half of a tree lying on the ground.
"You just..."
"What?"
"You have to pay for that!"
"Huh?" Lin Feng was baffled.
"That's what you're worried about?"
The young nurse nodded solemnly.
"What else?"
Lin Feng was speechless. He decided to change the subject.
"Do you know when the director will be here?" Lin Feng asked suddenly.
The young nurse paused.
"The director?"
"You mean the older lady who comes to see you all the time?"
Lin Feng scratched his head. "More or less."
An older lady? Fair enough. The director wasn't young anymore.
But she had devoted her youth to the orphanage, and in Lin Feng's heart, she was still the gentle yet strict young woman who had run it.
"She usually comes by in the afternoon." The young nurse raised her wrist and checked the time.
"Probably... in about half an hour."
"Half an hour..." Lin Feng nodded.
"Never mind that. It's time for your medicine!"
Once her surprise had passed, the young nurse stubbornly pushed the tray of medicine back in front