Chapter 155: The Lady Doctor from My Dreams...

At this moment, in the Li family patriarch’s study in Beijing.

Old Master Li sat in his study, frowning as he scrutinized his eldest grandson—the pride of the family.

Tall and well-built, with refined features and a resolute gaze, he truly lived up to his reputation as a “scholar-general.”

Old Master Li had married twice in his life. His first wife had passed away early, leaving him only a daughter. His current wife had given him two sons.

Unfortunately, both sons had turned out to be disappointments.

With no other choice, Old Master Li had poured his efforts into nurturing his grandsons.

Fortunately, although his eldest son was incompetent, the grandson he’d given him—Li Tingxuan, the young man before him—was a true prodigy.

If you asked who in the Li family Old Master Li cherished most, who he had invested the most time and energy in, it was undoubtedly his eldest grandson, Li Tingxuan.

Since childhood, Li Tingxuan had been close to his grandfather, always following his plans and growing up step by step, never straying from the path set for him.

Now, at just 24, he had already become a regimental-level officer, with a boundless future ahead.

Old Master Li intended for him to inherit his position one day, and had been paving the way for him all along.

Li Tingxuan’s performance had always left him satisfied.

But now...

“Tingxuan, can you tell Grandpa why you’re so determined to transfer to the Northwest Military District?” Old Master Li asked, his face stern.

He couldn’t understand it—his grandson was doing perfectly well in the Beijing Military District, so why was he going to such lengths to get transferred to the Northwest?

Although the official reason was “mission requirements,” Old Master Li could tell at a glance that this was something his grandson had orchestrated himself. By the time he found out, it was almost too late—the transfer order was about to be issued.

Furious, he could only summon his grandson for an explanation.

Li Tingxuan looked up at his grandfather, his refined brows furrowed slightly. He pressed his lips together and said, “Grandpa, I have my reasons, but I can’t tell you just yet. But Grandpa... there’s a voice inside me telling me that if I don’t go, I’ll regret it.”

As if recalling something, a trace of confusion, anticipation, and even impatience flickered in Li Tingxuan’s eyes.

Old Master Li sighed softly. “Fine. If you want to go, then go.”

Although he had always intended for Li Tingxuan to be his successor, after all these years of raising him personally, how could he not have deep feelings for his own grandson?

Naturally, he would indulge him.

“And what about the matter with the Lin family’s daughter—” Old Master Li began, but Li Tingxuan cut him off.

“Grandpa, I don’t like the second Miss Lin. There’s absolutely nothing between us.” Li Tingxuan’s expression was even more serious than when he’d talked about transferring to the Northwest.

Old Master Li knew how stubborn his grandson could be, but...

“All right. But Tingxuan, you should understand what kind of background and abilities your future wife should have. I won’t remind you again. I just hope you won’t let me down.”

Old Master Li didn’t know if Li Tingxuan currently liked anyone, but he made his requirements clear.

Anyone who married into the Li family and became the future matriarch could not be just some ordinary girl with no background or ability.

Li Tingxuan nodded.

As he left his grandfather’s study, he ran into his younger sister, Li Shuyao.

“Brother, I heard you’re transferring to the Northwest Military District?” Li Shuyao asked, cradling a cat in her arms.

Li Tingxuan grunted in acknowledgment.

“Why, brother? Aren’t you doing well here in the Beijing Military District? Why go to the Northwest? Is it some special assignment?”

Li Tingxuan frowned. “It’s none of your business. I’m leaving.”

With that, he walked away.

Li Shuyao glared at his retreating back, fuming. Just then, a housekeeper walked by carrying a tray of dishes, tripped, and spilled everything all over her.

Li Shuyao shrieked, “What are you doing? Are you blind?”

She glared at the apologetic housekeeper, her eyes full of anger.

Ever since she’d gone to the Northwest Military District, Li Shuyao felt like her luck had turned for the worse. Even after returning to Beijing, her misfortune seemed to follow her.

Her previously broken leg and arm had only just healed after a long period of recovery, but now, every time she moved, something unlucky seemed to happen.

She was convinced the Northwest Military District was jinxed for her.

She even suspected she’d been cursed or haunted by something.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t talk about such “superstitious nonsense” these days.

Muttering curses, Li Shuyao’s gaze fell on the spot where Li Tingxuan had disappeared, her brows furrowing.

Meanwhile, Li Tingxuan returned to his room.

Standing by the window, a trace of confusion once again appeared in his eyes.

At 24, Li Tingxuan had lived a smooth, privileged life as the Li family’s favored eldest grandson, growing up in a family with such a powerful background.

He had always followed the path laid out for him.

But everything changed six months ago, in November last year, when he inexplicably began to have dreams.

At first, whenever he woke up, he would forget everything about the dreams.

But as the dreams became more frequent, he started to remember more and more of what happened in them after waking.

In the dreams, he seemed to be on a mission. But during one operation, their intel was leaked, and to cover his comrades’ retreat, he was captured by the enemy.

In just one month, he experienced unspeakable torture and brutality at their hands.

Even though he was eventually rescued, he developed severe PTSD.

Unable to recover, he was forced to resign, and eventually lost his mind. In the end, unable to bear it any longer, he took his own life.

That was the nightmare he had at first.

Later, he had a different dream.

The first half was the same, but the second half changed.

After being rescued, just like before, the Li family brought in countless doctors, but none could cure him.

Until, in the dream, a young female doctor appeared and finally cured his PTSD.

He couldn’t see her face clearly, but he remembered her voice—sweet and melodious, like the song of an oriole.

That voice was etched deeply into Li Tingxuan’s memory.

He thought, if he ever heard that girl’s voice in real life, he would recognize it instantly.

And he was certain that, in the dream, he had fallen for that lady doctor. That feeling of excitement and admiration lingered even after he woke up.

It was something he had never experienced in his 24 years of life.

In fact, for all of his 24 years, Li Tingxuan had always been disciplined and self-restrained. He had never dated or liked any girl.

Even though many girls had liked him over the years.

But he had always kept his distance and turned them all down.

Raised under his grandfather’s strict guidance, he knew he bore the heavy responsibility of the Li family.

Just as his grandfather said, his future wife would have to be someone with both background and ability. He was fully prepared to let his grandfather arrange a marriage for him when the time came."