Chapter 1087 - 507: The Seasoned Veteran (Second Update Requesting Monthly Ticket!)_2

Chapter 1087: Chapter 507: The Seasoned Veteran (Second Update Requesting Monthly Ticket!)_2

Mr. Qu’s "Great Dream of Three Lives", what exactly is it about?

Lawrence Winters worried that he wasn’t skilled enough and planned to go back and study the relevant materials carefully.

"I need to see my psychologist this afternoon, I’ve had this appointment for a while. Is there something urgent, Mr. Heavenly Master?" Miss Tang asked politely, pushing open the gate.

Lawrence Winters shook his head regretfully, "Never mind then, I’m just bored. I originally wanted to go hiking with Miss Tang."

"Oh, even if I had time, I wouldn’t like hiking." Miss Tang’s tone was not very polite.

Lawrence Winters didn’t mind.

She stood at the gate, watched Miss Tang’s back, smiled, and turned to leave.

The whole afternoon, she was practicing the gestures and esoteric rituals of "Great Dream of Three Lives".

Although she was part of the Celestial Path Sect, she didn’t believe that all things from the sect were so mystical that they couldn’t be scientifically explained.

She thought science just hadn’t developed to that point yet.

To know what is happening but not know why.

...

She studied with focus, no distractions, and the door was tightly closed.

Edward Foster and some local friends returned from hunting in the back mountains, throwing the freshly caught rabbits and roe deer to the head chef in the kitchen to prepare for a barbecue dinner.

He came to the second floor, knocked on Lawrence Winters’ door, and shouted, "Lawrence, are you in there?"

Lawrence Winters looked at her phone and realized it was already past four in the afternoon.

She had been sitting there for four hours.

Lawrence stretched, slipped on her slippers, and came to open the door, "I’m here, Ed. You could have called me or sent a WeChat message. Did you need to knock so loudly?"

Edward Foster checked his phone sheepishly, "Forgot. You know how slow the internet is here, there’s no signal in the mountains, we’re not using phones. I’ve almost cured my internet addiction these days."

Lawrence Winters smirked, understanding the situation, "The internet speed here is terrible, it cuts out from time to time. If a few families in the neighborhood decide to stream movies, the speed gets as slow as a tortoise."

"No comparison to back home, here 4G isn’t even widespread, only a few areas are covered. Most of it is still 3G, unlike back home where 5G is becoming standard." Edward Foster leaned against the doorframe, looking affectionately at Lawrence Winters.

It’s true that liking someone means even trivial conversations seem like rare delicacies, endlessly fascinating.

From his first girlfriend at sixteen to now at twenty-five, Edward Foster was experiencing this topsy-turvy feeling for the first time.

Lawrence Winters rubbed her forehead, "I want to go back home; the scenery here is nice, but it’s not where we belong."

Edward Foster agreed wholeheartedly.

He had attended school and university abroad, but returned to the country right after graduating from university.

However, Lawrence now needed encouragement, not nostalgia.

Edward Foster quickly said, "Actually, it’s because you’re tied to competitions every day. Without competitions, this place is a lot of fun. By the way, I went hunting with friends today and caught some rabbits and roe deer, just gave them to the head chef; we’re having a barbecue tonight."

Lawrence Winters’ eyes lit up, "Barbecue!? Is it the kind with a wire mesh, like in Dream of the Red Chamber?"

"No way, we have electric ovens ready for us now; no need for such primitive methods." Edward Foster laughed, "My chef is good at barbecue, although not as skilled as with seafood feasts, but since he’s good with seafood, the meat he grills is especially fresh, and he has a knack for marinating sauces."

Lawrence Winters nodded repeatedly, "Then I’m waiting for the barbecue."

"But it’s less fun with fewer people; let’s invite Mr. Qu, Mr. Daoist Wen, Mr. Daoist Quan, the host, and the guide to join us?"

Edward Foster didn’t object and said with a smile, "Sure, and Abigail, too. She’s been working long hours, like a dragon head appearing then disappearing."

Mentioning Abigail brought Kenneth Osborne to mind.

Lawrence Winters wasn’t petty; despite all the unpleasantness with Kenneth Osborne, they were divorced now, and those marital issues should be written off.

Therefore, Lawrence Winters added, "Let’s invite Kenneth as well; what’s he busy with now?"

"You don’t know?" Edward Foster was both anxious and happy inside, hoping Lawrence Winters would start distancing from Kenneth Osborne, but also not wanting her to do it deliberately.

Because deliberate distancing meant she still had him in her mind.

Only this kind of complete indifference, like treating someone as an ordinary friend, could prove he had no place in her heart anymore.

Lawrence Winters wasn’t aware of Edward Foster’s complex emotions; she just turned back and pointed to her desk, "I’ve been busy these days; I don’t know what they’re doing. Anyway, just send a WeChat invitation. If they want to come, they will; if not, forget it."

Edward Foster’s eyes shifted, "Alright, I’ll invite them."

"As you should, since you’re the one who caught those wild animals. You’re the host of the barbecue feast." Lawrence Winters tilted her head playfully.

Edward Foster, pleased, was ready to strut in front of Kenneth Osborne, asserting his territory.

After they parted ways, Lawrence Winters returned to her desk to organize the pile of Talismans she’d drawn today.

Suddenly, her phone rang; she glanced at it and saw it was the number of Daoist Wang.

She quickly picked up and answered, smiling, "Daoist Wang, I was just about to call you; I didn’t expect you to call me first."

Daoist Wang didn’t have time for pleasantries and immediately said, "Lawrence, have you seen the news?"

"News? What news?" Lawrence Winters was puzzled, glancing at the TV hanging on the wall.

"Oh my! Quickly, watch TV! The local station’s breaking news!"

Lawrence Winters had to find the remote, turn on the TV, and tune to the local news channel.

On the TV, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed female host stood in front of a building, holding a microphone with a regretful expression, saying, "Around 3:45 this afternoon, a Miss Tang undergoing psychological treatment at Dr. Mack’s clinic suddenly had a severe episode and injured Dr. Mack’s head with a stapler."

"Miss Tang has been sent to Saint Peter’s Hospital for forced treatment. Dr. Mack was treated at the hospital and is not in life-threatening condition."

The camera then showed Dr. Mack’s clinic, which was in complete disarray.

Voice over: "This is Dr. Mack’s clinic, and we can see it suffered severe violence-induced damage. Miss Tang’s destructive power is remarkable; she must be a severe patient."

Then the camera shifted to Dr. Mack lying in a hospital bed.

He had a full beard, like a brown bear, but his voice was incredibly alluring, making him a sexy brown bear.

He spoke into the camera, "Miss Tang has severe mental illness and has been seeing me regularly. I know she can’t control herself; it’s not her fault. I won’t sue her or seek compensation. I just hope her condition gets better treatment in the intensive ward and improves quickly."

The final scene showed the locally renowned psychiatric hospital, Saint Peter’s Hospital.

The intensive ward here was a room padded with soft leather from the ceiling to the floor.

Miss Tang lay on the bed in the center of the room, her hands and feet shackled by shiny metal rings at the bed’s four corners, immobile.

...

At this moment, Mr. Qu was also watching TV in his room.

Seeing this scene, he raised his teacup in salute, "On the second day, the dream of this life. Tsk tsk, just lying there dreaming every day, no need to wake up anymore."

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Here concludes the second update, the third update is at seven thirty in the evening.

Are there any monthly tickets left? ^_^ Group kisses!