Hallucination

"What should I do next?"

Qin Yang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar apartment and could not help scratching his head.

In this life, he was an orphan, all alone, with nothing tying him down.

With only a few months left, he truly did not know what he should do.

For this illness, he had already visited every hospital he could.

Yet given the current level of medical technology, his illness seemed very difficult to cure.

"If only that dream were real."

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

Although he could not remember what the dream had been about, several blurry scenes still lingered in his mind.

He had seen many terrifying scenes of Heaven Collapsing, Earth Splitting.

Mysterious and miraculous Daoist arts, body-tempering techniques that could make one indestructible, and all manner of bizarre, fantastical beings.

If the world in that dream truly existed, solving the tumor in his brain should not have been a problem.

But when he recalled what the doctor had told him today, he could not help letting out a bitter laugh.

He felt that it was merely a delusion caused by the tumor in his head pressing against his nerves.

How could that world possibly be real?

He had not returned to this apartment for quite some time. After casually tidying up, Qin Yang felt a little hungry.

He did not order takeout. Instead, he went to the small restaurant downstairs and ate something.

With just that little bit of exertion, Qin Yang felt his body become incomparably weak, waves of drowsiness washing over him.

Qin Yang had long grown accustomed to this state.

Forcing himself to stay alert, he took the medicine he had brought back from the hospital and fell asleep in bed.

In his daze, Qin Yang seemed to see a mysterious