Nightmare

After copying the scripture twice, Su Ziyang felt much calmer.

After finishing her work, Fairy Li stretched and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Go inside and sleep. Continue telling me stories today, so I can tell them to your little apprentice later. Hehe!"

Su Ziyang was pulled into the house by Fairy Li. Su Ziyang swallowed hard and looked at Fairy Li, saying, "Telling stories is fine, but please don't hug me. Let's keep our distance. Distance makes the heart grow fonder!"

"I don't!"

Fairy Li buried herself in Su Ziyang's arms. The feeling of having a beautiful woman lying in his arms, yet being unable to touch her, was the most agonizing...

After the weekend, Su Ziyang went back to work.

Today is the day to pay rent. Su Ziyang pays rent for this apartment every six months, usually via mobile transfer to the landlord.

Since Su Ziyang came to live here, Su Ziyang only had the landlord's WeChat and had never met the landlord in person. When he first rented the place, Fairy Li had provided all the bedding and other necessities, and Su Ziyang had thanked Fairy Li profusely at the time.

Later, when it came time to pay the rent, it was usually done via WeChat. After receiving the money, the landlord would hardly say anything.

After paying the rent, Su Ziyang put down his phone and began his house calls.

Occasionally, people would come for acupuncture in the morning. Su Ziyang's reputation for acupuncture was growing, and even doctors from several other clinics around the area would occasionally come to Su Ziyang's room to exchange ideas and chat.

Acupuncture is easy to learn but difficult to master. Take a small needle, for example; anyone can insert it, but inserting it properly is very difficult.

The best craftsman guards his spirit, the mediocre craftsman guards his form.

After the two acupuncture patients left, two more people came in.

The mother was leading her son, who was very tall and wearing a school uniform.

"Sit."

Su Ziyang offered their seats to the two of them.

"Doctor, please treat my son."

When Su Ziyang looked at the young man, he saw that his face was full of worry, as if all his features were squeezed together, especially his eyes. He was not nearsighted, but his eyes were squinting, and most importantly, there was no light in his eyes.

The mother standing beside her also looked worried and anxious.

"Young man, you're quite tall, you must be at least 1.9 meters."

Seeing that both of them looked tense and anxious, Su Ziyang took their registration tickets and casually asked a question that wasn't really related to their illnesses.

"1.95 meters!"

The boy's attention shifted, and his expression relaxed slightly.

"Wow, that's tall. You're 18 already, probably in your final year of high school. I see 'No. 1 High School' written on your uniform."

Su Ziyang still didn't ask why he came to the doctor for his illness, but just casually asked about trivial matters in his life.

"He's in his second year of high school, and he'll be a senior soon. His birthday is on a big day, so he'll be late for school. Doctor, we mainly want to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine to help regulate his body. His main problem right now is difficulty falling asleep and having nightmares..."

This mother spoke very loudly and excitedly, talking non-stop like a machine gun.

Su Ziyang noticed that as the mother's voice grew louder, the young man's brows furrowed more and more, and his expression became increasingly unpleasant.

"Stop, stop!" Su Ziyang waved his hand at the mother, signaling her to stop talking.

"Let me ask this young man!"

Su Ziyang patted the young man's arm, instructing him to place his hand on the pulse diagnosis kit, and began taking his pulse.

The pulses in both hands are wiry, rapid, and tense.

"Going to school must be stressful!"

Su Ziyang patted the young man's hand, indicating that it was okay.

Before the young man could speak, the mother started again, not even finishing two sentences. Su Ziyang waved his hand at the mother, signaling to let the child speak for himself.

When Su Ziyang asked this, the tall young man smiled a little embarrassedly, "A little!"

"Young people should have some pressure. If they don't strive now, when will they? Learning this little bit is hardly pressure. Qianqian next door studies English for an extra hour every day after evening self-study..."

"Beep beep beep, "Su Ziyang called out to the mother again, "Hey, ma'am, let's let the child tell us what's bothering him. Let's focus on the young man's firsthand feelings, okay?"

Hearing Su Ziyang say this, the mother nudged her son, saying, "The doctor is asking you a question. Talk to the doctor."

"It's alright. Relax." Su Ziyang gestured for the young man to relax a bit. "He doesn't sleep well, he has many dreams. His bowel movements are also not good, he's constipated."

The young man nodded. "Yeah. I'm often constipated. I don't eat much spicy food and I drink a lot of water, but I always feel thirsty, have a sore throat, my urine is yellow, and my bowel movements are irregular."

Before the young man could finish speaking, his mother interrupted, "Son, why didn't you mention this at home? I usually cook more vegetables for you, why didn't you say so!"

The young man looked at his mother with a troubled expression, then lowered his head and remained silent.

"Ma'am, why don't you go sit in the hallway for a while? I'd like to ask the young man about his situation privately. Since you keep saying this, it's hard for me to judge your son's condition."

Su Ziyang tried to speak softly, and when his mother saw that he wouldn't let her speak, Su Ziyang became a little unhappy and crossed her arms, refusing to say anything more.

Do you dream a lot?

Su Ziyang patted the young man on the shoulder, signaling him to relax, and continued to ask questions.

The young man hung his head, didn't speak, and just nodded.

"It's okay, it's okay. You tell me, your mother isn't saying anything, you have to cooperate with me so I can prescribe some medicine to help you."

Su Ziyang spoke softly, and the young man finally raised his head again. "I dream a lot, it feels like I'm dreaming all night. I'm very tired when I wake up, extremely tired."

What kind of dreams do you usually have?

Su Ziyang asked again.

"Hmm!" The young man thought for a moment, then looked back at his mother.

"It's okay, just tell me."

Su Ziyang said with a smile.

"I always have dreams about fighting, basically fighting. Sometimes I'm being hit, and sometimes I'm hitting others, but I usually can't even muster any strength in my hands. Doctor, is this related to the type of dreams I have?"

Su Ziyang nodded. "There is a connection. We often say that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. We also say that dreams are what you think about, but that's only one aspect. When a person's health is not good, they often have some special dreams, which is also a kind of prompt and warning for the body."

The "Treatise on the Rise and Fall of the Fa" and the "Treatise on the Essentials of Pulse" in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon Classic both explain the relationship between dreams and changes in the human body.

For example, "When yin is dominant, one dreams of water and fear; when yang is dominant, one dreams of fire and burning; when both Yin and Yang are dominant, one dreams of fighting and destruction."

This young man's condition is a typical example of a dream filled with struggle and destruction.

Young people experience high levels of stress, leading to an imbalance of Yin and Yang energies.

"Then please quickly prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine to regulate my son's condition. By the way, doctor, could you prescribe some brain-boosting medicine to improve his memory?"

"Mom!"