The patient couldn’t resist giving him a hug before he left.

Something strange happened at midnight. When Gray woke up, he felt the familiar physical pain. He got dressed right away. Carrying his medical kit, he groped his way out in the dark, for he didn’t want to disturb his parents.

“Gray, where are you going?” Mother asked from her bedroom.

“I need to go to Dr. Kay’s clinic,” Gray answered vaguely.

It was a very dark night, and all kinds of insects were making a great deal of noise in the grass by the roadside. It was ominous. Kay’s clinic wasn’t far away, but Gray walked for quite a while. It was as if the road under his feet were extending automatically. Filled with anxiety, he was drenched in cold sweat. While he was still struggling on the road, he suddenly heard someone talking, and an outstretched hand pulled him into a room.

“Ever since you arrived at dusk, I expected Gray to come,” said Kay to Spoon, who was curled up and moaning on the diagnosis cot.

Gray opened the medical kit immediately and took out the silver needles. He began sterilizing them.

“Help me, Gray! The pain is killing me! Ah . . .”

When the silver needle was inserted, Spoon flipped up, and then dropped down, and didn’t move anymore.

“Gray, my dear, how could I have left you?” she cried softly.

About an hour later, after the acupuncture and moxibustion treatment, Spoon felt that the pain in her back had almost completely disappeared.

“Spoon, only Gray can see your pain through his fingers. Go home with him.”

Spoon blinked her eyes—still wet from tears—and said, “He’s an angel, I’m a devil. I’ll kill him if we’re together. I need to be far away from here before dawn.”

She quickly gathered up her things and left without so much as a glance at Gray.

“Gray, don’t lose heart. See how much she loves you,” Kay said, looking at him.

“You’re right. We were in love with each other. That should be enough for me. It never occurred to me that I’d be able to help her as a doctor.”

“Are you really okay with it?”

Gray nodded his head earnestly. He meant what he said. As he gave Spoon the acupuncture treatment, something had flashed through his head, and he could even see the outline of his ancestral home.

He walked out the door, then turned to Kay: “I do love Spoon, Dr. Kay, and I love you, too. I was on top of the world tonight.”

It was still dark outside, and insects were still making a big disturbance in the grass. Gray stared hard into the darkness, and suddenly he saw two things inside his ancestral home—a square dining table with a delicate teapot on it. The sight flared for a second and then was extinguished.

“Are you coming again, Gray . . . ,” asked an old man hoarsely.

Then the old man’s figure faded away.