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Chapter 45 The Secret of Successful People The Perfect Dream Plan

A person will face many choices in his life.

Some choice films, he subconsciously raised his hand to block the block. After adapting for a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the bright morning sunshine, the face of a beautiful woman slowly reflected into his eyes, like an angel covered in holy light.

"Dear, how do you feel? Are you thirsty? I have prepared hot milk for you." The woman gently touched his face with her hands, her eyes full of love and care.

"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Duan Minghui grabbed the woman's hand and wanted to sit up, but found a pain behind his back and ankles. He couldn't help but lie on his side and fell back to the bed.

Then he saw a photo of him and the beautiful strange woman in front of him on the bedside table, with words written on it, commemorating the third anniversary of his marriage.

"Dear, haven't you remembered it yet? Three days ago, you had a car accident at work and injured your back and ankle, but don't worry, the doctor said it was nothing serious, but you just need to rest for a while. Just so happens, we have more time to spend together, right?" The beautiful woman brought over a warm milk, brought it to his mouth, and carefully inserted the straw into his mouth. Everything was so familiar and natural.

"Uh, I'm sorry, you are..." Duan Minghui took a sip of milk, then asked with confusion.

"Dear, can't you still remember? The doctor said that if you have a concussion, you will have short-term amnesia symptoms. But don't worry, my dear, I will always be with you. I have asked the museum for leave." The woman tidied up Duan Minghui's somewhat messy hair with her fingers and said kindly.

"I'm sorry, I still can't remember anything." Duan Minghui apologized.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." The woman leaned down, kissed Duan Minghui's lips lightly, and used her tongue to clean up the milk remaining on his lips.

"Why don't you drink it anymore? Is it because you put less sugar? I remember you always put only one candy, why do you want to put one more today?" The woman took Duan Minghui's hand over and took only one sip of milk, and asked in confusion. I have to say that her frowning looked so beautiful. Duan Minghui was stunned for a moment.

The woman didn't hear Duan Minghui's answer, and was a little confused. When she turned around, she saw her husband's obsessed look at her, and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

In a secret underground laboratory full of precision instruments, a group of staff wearing white coats are nervously staring at the monitors of several precision instruments.

"How is it? How is the dream project going?" A man with the appearance of "the man above" walked in and asked in a majestic voice.

"It started very successfully. The target person has accepted the newly established identity for him. Everything is constructed according to the situation he desires most in his subconsciously. The ideal perfect wife, a happy family, a decent and upscale work, and generous material conditions. All the perfect dreams that a traditional man can imagine are realized in his dreams! Do you know what the most perfect is? That is, all of this is completely constructed based on the conditions in his mind, because all this is just the imagination of his brain! And what we did was just a shot of the 'dream come true' and a little auxiliary means." An old woman wearing glasses said frivolously.

The serious-looking man frowned slightly: "Dr. Kairi, you are the most famous doctor of spiritual and psychology in our country, and the person in charge of this secret project that the military has spent tens of billions of dollars to last for decades. This time you may be the most important task test for your department since its establishment. I hope you can give an answer that will satisfy the military bosses!"

"Hmph, a boring and arrogant guy!" Watching the man leave, Dr. Carey pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, snorted coldly, muttered in a low voice, and then turned his eyes to the man who was sleeping on the experimental table on the first floor, covered with threads and sensors.
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