Normally, it wouldn't be a good thing for a doctor to have such a long conversation with a patient. Zhang Moyan straightened up and asked nervously, "What are we talking about?"

Geng Jun said casually, "How about we talk about your dreams?"

Zhang Moyan felt relieved, then froze for a moment: "Those recurring dreams of mine? ...What's wrong?"

"Do you want to know who those people are in the dream?"

Zhang Moyan's breathing became deeper. After a while, she moved forward, her voice unconsciously tense: "Do you know who it is?"

Geng Jun smiled and shook his head. His white coat perfectly set off his elegant and refined temperament.

Zhang Moyan straightened up: "Oh."

That is, how can others know what is going on in her dream?

She was quite disappointed. Just as she was lost in thought, she heard Geng Jun say, "If you had the chance to enter this dream and take a look, would you be willing to try?"

Zhang Moyan raised her head and paused for several seconds, trying to understand the other party's literal meaning, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

"I'm currently working on a project related to hypnosis." Geng Jun gradually revealed the purpose of his visit today.

Zhang Moyan showed an expression that showed she was willing to hear more details.

"In your case, I think you could try to enter the dream through hypnosis. If successful, you can actively observe it and search for more details or clues to determine whether it is a dream or a memory."

Zhang Moyan didn't expect Dean Geng to say this to her. After a moment of digestion, she asked doubtfully, "Is this feasible?"

"Not necessarily," Geng Jun said. "In the cases I've handled before, the patients all walked into a certain memory scene while in a hypnotic state. Yours is a dream, so the details may not be very rich."

Zhang Moyan lowered her head and thought for a moment. After a moment, she tentatively put forward a point of view: "If the details are rich, then can it be said that this dream is actually a real memory?"

Geng Jun looked appreciative and smiled slightly.

Zhang Moyan was silent.

These dreams have persisted for years. Although they haven't affected her life, they have always been a mystery that has puzzled her. She can wait for them to advance the plot bit by bit, like squeezing toothpaste, but if there is an advance preview...

"I can try."

Her response was simple, as simple as accepting a glass of water handed to her by someone else.

Geng Jun couldn't believe it was going so smoothly, and narrowed his eyes: "Why don't you think about it?"