New Year

Han Feng fell asleep drunk and stayed asleep for a long time.

One day passed, then two... He lay in bed the whole time, snoring now and then with a silly smile on his face. Whatever he was dreaming about, he looked delighted.

If his cheeks had not been rosy and his complexion healthy, Pan Long would have been frantic.

"How could one gourd of Wine leave him drunk for so long?"

"Don't tell me 'ten extra years of life' means sleeping for ten years straight?"

Worried, he could not help muttering to himself.

According to tales from another world, an immortal called Patriarch Chen Tuan had been a master sleeper. He was said to sleep three thousand days for a long nap and eight hundred for a short one. He could sleep for months, years, or even longer at a stretch. Through this hibernation-like method, the immortal had lived for ages, from the Tang dynasty into the Song dynasty. He truly had been long-lived.

If Han Feng sleeps for ten years too...

"Wouldn't he get bedsores?"

When Han Feng reached his fifth day asleep, Pan Long finally asked an attendant to bring hot water and helped wipe him down. The kid slept like a dead pig. Even as Pan Long rubbed him with a hot towel, he kept snoring!

The attendant stared, dumbfounded. "This young gentleman... what illness does he have?"

"Heaven knows." Pan Long asked in return, "What do you think?"

"His cheeks are rosy, and he reeks of Wine. Could he be drunk?"

"More or less."

"Then... why has he been drunk for so long?"

Pan Long rolled his eyes. "If I knew why, I'd have done something about it!"

"Shall I find a doctor?" the attendant asked.

"Do you know one who can treat this?"

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