Nightmare Attack

Chapter 23 Medicine

"Doctor," Fatty said while watching Jiang Cheng finish the second bowl of rice, "You eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Jiang Cheng poured himself a bowl of soup, drank it all down, put down the bowl, and wiped his mouth with a paper towel in satisfaction. At this time, Fatty barely ate half of his first bowl of rice.

Jiang Cheng asked in a concerned tone, "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

The fat man glanced at the two small pieces of potatoes left on the plate and the swirl of cabbage leaves in the soup pot, and slowly put down his chopsticks, "Doctor," he raised his head and said, "I recently lost weight."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, "then I won't advise you to eat it."

After the meal, Fatty went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. Jiang Cheng sat at the desk in the studio, the crisp keyboard tapping sounded somewhat careless.

After the fat man washed the dishes, he came to sit on the sofa, while drying his hands, he asked Jiang Cheng if this studio was only for mental health problems of patients. Jiang Cheng gave a positive answer.

Fatty blinked, as if there was a problem he couldn't understand, "Doctor, I saw a lot of medicines in the kitchen cabinet just now, but most of them are for trauma and pain relief. What are you hoarding them for?"

Jiang Cheng looked very healthy, and Fatty even felt that he might not be his opponent if he let go of eating himself, which obviously didn't seem like what he needed to use.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Cheng heard what Fatty said, he seemed to really think about it for a while, then walked to the kitchen and pulled out a box of cool and pain-relieving stickers.

After tearing open the box, Jiang Cheng pulled out a sticker, then turned around and stared at Fatty with a scrutiny look.

From time to time, he lowered his head and looked at the pain reliever in his hand.

Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty inexplicably, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Doctor," he hurriedly said, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng put away the pain relief sticker and put it back in place, then walked back to the desk and sat down, as if nothing had happened.

Fatty had some doubts at first, but when he thought about the nightmare, he felt that nothing mattered.

The afternoon passed so swayingly. Taking advantage of the lack of customers, the fat man briefly tidy up the front door again, and when he came back, he actually fell asleep on the sofa.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and the fat man rubbed his eyes and realized that Jiang Cheng was gone in front of the desk. He turned his head and found that there was no Jiang Cheng in the kitchen, and he woke up with a jolt.

It was already dark, and no one could say when the nightmare would come. Without Jiangcheng, any nightmare would be a disaster for him.

"Doctor?" The fat man shouted.

The surroundings were silent, and no one answered.

Fatty panicked, and just as he was going upstairs to look for it, the door suddenly opened, and a slender shadow came in first.

Jiang Cheng walked in with a large bag and a small bag, and closed the door.

Fatty seemed to see hope, and excitedly said, "Where have you been?"

Jiang Cheng handed some of the bags to the fat man who stepped forward. The fat man saw that there were small boxes one by one, all of which were medicines he saw in the cabinet in the afternoon.

"This is."

"Medicine," Jiang Cheng took off his clothes and put them on the hanger. He turned his head and said, "Just put it in the cabinet you saw in the afternoon."

"Doctor, why are you buying so many medicines?"

Jiang Cheng came to the shelf where the cases were placed, took out a red-marked case, and casually replied, "Keep it for use."

The doubts in Fatty's heart deepened. It's just himself and him here. Besides, no one was injured. Who are so many medicines intended for?

Suddenly, the scene he saw in the villa flashed in his mind, the fat man's thighs were cold, and the cold sweat flowed down in an instant.

He guessed that Jiang Cheng might be a pervert, ready to imprison him for a long time, like a villa family in the mission.

Those trauma medicines and painkillers are prepared for themselves to prevent themselves from being seriously injured and dying.

The more Fatty thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and Jiang Cheng's words at the beginning that he wanted to drive him away now seemed to be a hard-to-find situation.

No wonder he was able to crack the villa family's conspiracy so quickly, they were just one kind of people!

That's why they can see through their traps at a glance!

He must now find a way to escape from here, the sooner the better.

Just as he rolled his eyes, racking his brains, hoping to find a reason that wouldn't cause Jiang Cheng's suspicions to leave the studio, Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly came: "No one would be interested in imprisoning and abusing a fat man."

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng suddenly, and found that he was leaning against the desk, flipping through the medical record book in his hand, without raising his head.

Jiang Cheng turned a page and continued, "The legs are on you, you can leave at any time, but I want to tell you that as long as you get out of this door, you don't have to think about coming back."

"Can I really go?" After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Fatty was a little undecided. Although the person in front of him looked a little strange and his thoughts were more biased than normal people, he didn't seem to be that kind of vicious person. only.

After a few seconds, Fatty made up his mind and said, "Doctor, I think it's better for me to stay, and we can still take care of each other."

He paused, licked his lips and said embarrassedly, "But can you tell me what these medicines do?"

"Huh—" Jiang Cheng seemed to have solved the problem at hand, put away the case, and then looked up at Fatty, his eyes seemed to be asking if you really wanted to know.

The fat man nodded again and again.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips helplessly, as if after some serious thought, "Okay," he sighed, "Then I'll tell you, but you must not tell this secret, it's very important to me ."

Fatty was infected by Jiang Cheng's aura, and he became serious, straightening his back, and the scene was solemn as if he were taking an oath.

He secretly guessed that Jiang Cheng might be suffering from some kind of unspoken hidden disease, so he needed these medicines.

I remember when facing Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Cheng once said that 30 seconds is enough.

Maybe he wasn't lying.

Fatty suddenly began to sympathize with the good-looking man in front of him.

He sighed that God is indeed fair, everyone has pain hidden in the deepest part of their hearts that no one else knows about, and now Jiang Cheng is willing to talk to himself.

Thinking of this, Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng with encouragement in his eyes, "I'm ready, you can start."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, "the bandage is used to bind you, the medical tape can seal your mouth well to prevent you from yelling and attract the police, and the analgesics can keep you awake when you are abused. I also have Two boxes of stimulants, but please understand, this thing is not easy to buy, and the price is relatively expensive, so whether you can use it depends on your good fortune," Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly think of something, and continued: "By the way, I I also prepared some hallucinogens to mix in the water you drink, don't worry, I'll give you a drink later."

Fatty: "???"

(End of this chapter)