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Bamboo sat back: "Okay." Milan needs help, of course he is willing to help.

"We've grown up." Milan coughed.

"Yes."

"You also said that it's time to think about personal issues when you grow up."

"Yes."

"This requires more privacy and more personal space." Milan explained, "We need separate rooms."

"Okay." Bamboo has always supported any request from Milan to the end. Besides, there is no difference between one wall and two walls.

Hearing such a crisp answer, Milan hesitated instead.

He had an unspeakable dream last night, the face in the dream coincided with the face he had been with day and night, Milan couldn't calm down at all.

After thinking about it for a long time and making the request, I thought my brother would be surprised for a while, but who knew that the reply was so flat, so Milan couldn't help but think about it.

He prepared a series of reasons, such as poor conditions in the past, but now the room is ample; he was immature before, but now he wants to be independent; in the future, the two parties will form their own families and learn to separate; he even plans to explain to Bamboo that not being in the same room does not mean alienation... ...however, none of them worked.

"Bambu, do you... want to sleep separately for a long time? Did I disturb you?" Milan immediately thought of a possibility.

"No," Bamboo said. "Solve personal issues, you should."

"Okay... Bamboo's personal problems have to be resolved." Milan reluctantly smiled.

"I will." Bamboo nodded.

Milan nodded, feeling a little empty in his heart.

Empty and inexplicable.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Bamboo looked at Milan, and Milan's mood suddenly fell inexplicably. Bamboo reflected on the conversation just now, and there was nothing wrong with it. It should be because of Milan's health.

"No, no."

Bamboo reached out to touch Milan's forehead: "Are you sick?"

Milan's body felt stiff for the first time when he touched it.Although it was stiff for just a second, and there was an urge to hide.

There was also some blush on his face, which was really rare for Milan.

"It's related to what you're thinking about?" Bamboo judged that Milan's health was fine, so there was only one possibility left.

Milan sighed, and looked at his younger brother with eyes that Bamboo couldn't understand at all: "...Strictly speaking, it's true."

"You don't like me touching you?" Bamboo asked directly.

"No..." Milan hesitated, but still raised his hand, and gently rubbed Bamboo's hair, "There is nothing I don't like."

"Yeah." It's fine if you don't like it, and Bamboo got a satisfactory answer, "Let's go to see Dad, and I'll show you your eyes."

"...'Leber optic nerve [-] subtype lesion'? Leber? I remember we studied this topic a few years ago." Sesdie thought for a while, and asked Xiaoyun to search the internal optical brain, "...ah , here, paper submitted by the Zola Branch."

Huayaoxing is the headquarters of the Medusa Private Hospital, and they have a branch located in the Zola star cluster.

"Medical papers from the Zola branch?" Milan had a vague impression, "I remember the name 'Zola', not only from Liulihai three years ago, but also earlier, it was a long time ago ...Yes, because Dad found out that there is a private hospital in the Zola star cluster that has invented an experimental new technology that can improve the visual conditions of patients, so our family took this as a destination and took a summer trip."

——It was that trip, the journey had just begun, met the space robber, caught up with the annihilation, the separation of father and son, and a series of follow-ups.

Going around, I didn't expect to go around and come back again.

"Before arriving at Huayao Star, I will definitely give you an upgraded version of the vision aid." Sesdi has no doubts about Milan's financial resources. He can afford two spaceships and is surrounded by talented people. Although his identity is unknown, but There is no identity written on the star coin.

Regarding Greg, Sesdie was much more cautious: "I can't handle this matter, so I can recommend it to Freddy." Greg's situation is very peculiar, and it is not a purely physical disease, and medicine cannot explain everything.

Over the years, Greg got used to his body, but Will never gave up.

After communicating with his father, giving Greg a physical examination, giving himself an eye examination, completing Demreko's training content and homework... and a series of things, at night, Milan took the initiative to say goodbye to Bamboo and entered the new home. A well-packed single room.

— just next door to the former bedroom.

The small single room is equipped with tables, chairs, wardrobes and single beds, and all the clothes are moved in. The little black cat has prepared brand new bedding to ensure warmth and comfort.

After taking a hot shower, Milan opened the bathroom door: "It's your turn, Ben—" it stopped abruptly.

A quiet room.

Yeah, they slept separately today.

What would Bamboo next door do?take a shower?read?sleep?daze?

Milan took off the vision aid, and his eyes were dark.

It's not that they haven't been separated before, when they were in Zhubaixing, they occasionally met once every ten days and a half months.

But things are different now.

Milan dried her hair and got under the covers.

"Good night, Bamboo," he whispered against the wall, closing his eyes.

"Good night, Milan." Bamboo said simultaneously, keenly feeling that Milan's mood was still a little low.

I am not used to sleeping in a big bed by myself.

Bamboo rolled on the bed: "Heracles."

Without Milan, Bamboo puts his heart and soul into the Two-dimensional room.

Hercules designed a tea room in imitation of the arrangement of the little black cat, and stood there in a housekeeper's uniform, which looked very similar.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his style changed instantly: "Bambu, Bamboo, do you want to make Milan dream, dream, dream?"

"Once a day is too frequent, which is not conducive to physical development." Bamboo replied, "Look at the data."

"Data? What data? Data?"

"Since breakfast, when Milan talked to me, his reaction speed was shortened by 0.03 seconds on average; when he was training against Demreko, his error rate increased by 4.7% compared to before; Eat the peppercorns you like.” Bamboo stored Milan’s daily data from childhood to adulthood, and when he compared the average, he found a big change.

"Yesterday's test still had an impact," Hercules said.

"But this kind of influence is a negative influence, not good." Bamb pointed out, "There is a problem."

"Bambu, Bamboo, I heard that some people can't get up when they are frightened too much. Is it because Milan is scared and can't get up?" Hercules' "heard" comes from the mustache on the ship. .

"Impossible, Milan is not that fragile, I have considered his psychological capacity." Although it is not thoughtful.

Bamboo said so, but immediately collected Milan's physical data, made statistics, and concluded: "The physiological values ​​are all normal."

"But that's psychogenic!" Hercules emphasized.

Bamboo thought about it for half a minute. Between "short-term impact on physical development" and "long-term difficulty in treating the root cause of the disease", he decisively believed that the latter was more important.

"When Milan enters the rapid eye movement period, we will try again. This time I can't use my image." Bamboo said, "I will not do an experiment on the fit in bed today. I will use the 'Top Ten Goddesses' voted on the star network." And male god', designed three images."

"But I'm not ready today. I'm ready." Hercules asked, "It's too late, it's too late."

Indeed, they neither have underwear that is one size smaller, nor seafood that raises hormone levels, and Milan has already vented once last night. The possibility of fulfilling the conditions based on dreams alone is only a pitiful 14.8% .

Bamboo thought for another half a minute: "We have planb." He returned to the three-dimensional dimension, opened his palm, and there was a small red tablet lying in the palm.

"What is this?" The small maintenance robot came up, and Hercules saw what Bamboo was holding with the help of the camera.

"Stimulant, with a slightly hallucinogenic effect, and the metabolism time is two hours." Bamboo explained, "Restricted drugs listed by the Food and Drug Administration are usually used to treat asthma. I increased the content by 10%. .”

"Restricted drug sales" means that the purchase and use must be carried out under the circumstances of a doctor or nurse with medical qualifications.The source of the medicine is the Medusa, and Bamboo has been making little moves these days.

"But we can't wake up Milan, Milan." Hercules looked at the small pill, "He won't take it casually either."

"No need to wake up." Bamboo pointed to the vent in the room, "When he was in the logistics hospital, Su Yue used atomization inhalation. You dissolve this in water to humidify Milan's room."

——It’s really three years to learn well, and three days to learn badly.

That night, Milan slept even more restlessly.

His physical reaction is very normal.

After last night, he was woken up for the second time.

However, Milan's performance after waking up was much calmer than last night, at least he didn't wander around with the quilt rolled up.

"So it was a false alarm, it was a false alarm." Hercules patted his chest.

Bamboo pondered.

He can't completely control the direction of Milan's dream, he can only guide it, and speculate based on the changes in Milan's brain.

It's like planting an unknown seed, and you can't tell what kind of plant it is until it grows up.

In Milan the next morning, the mood was much more stable than the previous day.

He chatted with Mina's father as usual, and trained as usual. After these two daily activities, he found Lin Qi and asked about dreams.

"Dreams? The principle of dreams is the subconscious mind." Psychiatric therapy can affect the subconscious mind, and Lin Qi has also done in-depth research on dreams. "People often say that they think about it every day and dream at night. In fact, the brain collects a lot of information. Response to defragmentation in the middle of the night."

"Does it have anything to do with the true thoughts in your heart?"

"This kind of question itself has certain limitations. The two things that seem to be related on the surface are actually not related in a deep sense. And things that seem to be unrelated are often closely related internally." Lin Qi replied , "Everyone has their own way of interpretation. To give the simplest and most common example, we all dream about being in a hurry to go to the toilet."

— This example is really common enough.

"One possibility is that we drank too much water last night, and our brain used this straightforward dream to remind us to wake up quickly and solve the bladder problem."

Milan nodded.

"There is another deep expression, which is also an urgent mood. Maybe there is an important matter that must be dealt with the next day, or waiting for a piece of news these days, all of which are anxiety caused by expressing dissatisfaction."

Milan continued to nod.

"In addition, if there are abnormal lesions in the abdominal cavity, the brain may also remind in this way that a physical examination is necessary." Lin Qi said with a smile.

Milan made a concluding question: "So, dreams are definitely related to reality, but the content of dreams alone cannot confirm its deep meaning?"