"The doctors are not all the same, the most common one..." pressing her temples with her fingers on both sides, Shen Xiaoran closed her eyes and tried hard to remember, but after all, several years had passed, so she really had no clue and spread her hands helplessly, "Chen Yuan, I can't remember."
Indeed, the people who are pulled into dreamland would have to be those deeply ingrained in memory.
Otherwise, the faces of most people in dreams are generally blurry.
"Then, when will you visit that rehabilitation center again?" Chen Yuan suddenly suggested, "Remember to take photos of the place. And also, of your attending physician."
"But..." biting her lip, Shen Xiaoran felt troubled, "It's very expensive over there."
"How expensive?"
"A single visit costs one thousand five hundred."
Damn...
Is that directly a month's living expenses for me?
"Xiao Shen, listen to me, okay?"