The Sleep Curse Page #4

Or if he is cursed,

the curse must have affected his physical health,

made him unable to sleep.

If you can find no one to break the curse,

then switch to science.

From the medical point of view,

you must find out what made him ill.

Didn't you mention your research on sleep

was not funded?

This can keep you going.

I can't take this, it's a hell of a lot of money.

This is my other brother's money, not mine.

That's worse.

I can tell he's an a**hole.

He treats you so badly.

He's worried about himself now.

I'm worried about my big brother's children, too.

As long as you can cure

the next insomnia patient in the line,

my family won't be helpless.

I not only want to cure insomnia,

but also find way to make people

lead normal lives without sleep.

What about you?

Have you ever worried about yourself?

I never know if the sleep I had the night before

would be the last in my life.

I would kill myself if I had insomnia.

I wouldn't want to burden anyone.

Is that why you ran away from me?

No, please.

Am I wrong?

Come to me if it ever happens to you.

Check, please.

Hello.

Hello.

To Hong Kong.

Send it to Hong Kong?

Yes.

Dr. Lam.

Working so late?

Been very busy.

Well, do you want to see a human brain?

Not at this time of the night.

Then why are you still here?

OK, I'm leaving.

Stupid!

Hey! Don't sleep! Wake up, hey...

I can't find anything wrong in

the sleep and waking centers of the brain-stem.

There's nothing peculiar

in the patient's cerebrum,

but the thalamus have shrunk 20%,

and 90% of the neurons are missing.

The cause is not yet known.

But I think that's what insomnia is about.

Also there were a lot of bad proteins

as I expected.

If ever there is a sleep curse or spell

in this world,

it must be black magic that affects the thalamus.

"The silvery moon...

is shining on the courtyard... "

"Be good, dad, go to bed."

"The silvery moon...

is shining on the courtyard... "

"Dad..."

Who do you want?

My father.

His name?

Lam Sing.

His date of birth?

August 18, 1900.

His date of death.

July 14 1943.

Lam Sing, the dead, your son is looking for you.

Lam Sik Ka, the living.

What did you call your father?

Dad.

Call him.

Dad.

Louder.

Dad!

Louder, louder!

Dad!

Keep calling!

Dad! Dad!

Keep calling, don't stop!

Dad, Dad...

Dad! Dad!

Do you want to talk to me, Sik Ka?

Where were you born, Dad?

Japan.

Dad, do you remember

taking me back to our home village

when I was young?

No!

It was during the war.

Why would I want you back there?

I want to know what happened

before you passed away.

What for?

I just want to know.

Can't you sleep?

Open the door! Open the door!

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