So another five minutes passed, and as he watched the cute twisted and squirming entries in front of him gradually return to the objects they belonged to, Lin Qingliu knew that the dream was about to end.
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Lin Qingliu opened his eyes and found himself still sitting in the chair in the consulting room, with the newspaper in his hand still on the "Outer City News" column.
El outside seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Lin Qingliu could hear his gentle breathing even through the wall.
Seeing that Zhuang Mian's eyes had begun to roll around, Lin Qingliu stood up, put away the newspaper, and straightened his appearance. With his excellent temperament and expression control, Dr. Lin quickly turned into a "preacher."
“I am…”
Zhuang Mian opened his eyes from his deep sleep, but before he could imagine his life as an emperor, he was pulled back to reality by the weakness and severe pain in his body.
At this moment, she completely understood why she was split into two personalities in that world and then merged again. This was to synchronize the time of the two worlds.
Otherwise, if the memory of his ascension to the throne took the dominant position, Zhuang Mian would have already sat up and shouted to the palace guards to capture the traitor...
Fortunately, all the memories had been integrated before waking up and there was no sign of splitting again. Whether it was Emperor Zhuang Mian, Observer Zhuang Mian, or the original Zhuang Mian, they were all the guy lying on the bed at this time.
Zhuang Mian forced himself to raise his head and fell back onto the examination bed. Soon he saw a gentle and reliable face appear in his field of vision. The man was wearing a white coat. He thought it must be him who saved him.
"Doctor, may I ask..."
"Please forgive my rudeness, Miss Zhuang Mian. You should call me 'Father' now."
At this moment, Lin Qingliu had a serious expression on his face, and it didn't look like he was joking with the other party at all.
“I know you think I saved you, but that’s not the case. It wasn’t me who brought you here, but the enthusiastic citizens outside. It wasn’t me who saved you, but God, the great Lord.
"Because you are the lucky one chosen by Him, a genuine favored one."
Zhuang Mian, who was lying flat on his back, was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself in amazement:
"The dream turned out to be true?"
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