"Son, I bought you some food, please eat it quickly!"

The young man's eyes glowed green. When he saw the steamed buns, he immediately sat on the ground, grabbed one and took a big bite. After several bites of the steamed buns, his mental state improved a lot.

After taking another bite of the steamed bun, the young man slowly raised his head and looked at Nian Yihuan with strange eyes.

"who are you?"

Nian Yihuan was stunned. The whites of the young man's eyes turned blue, and the tops of his cheekbones turned black.

This aspect indicates that there is dampness in the body, but it is not possible to tell whether it is caused by eating too much and accumulating in the body, or whether it is caused by the ghost of starvation.

Nian Yihuan smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Nian Yihuan. I am the sister of the patient next door. Nice to meet you."

The young man was startled and stretched out his hand, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Nian Yihuan and the young man's hands touched each other, and she was startled for a moment.

His hands are so hot! It was as hot as if it were on fire.

"Did you go to the cemetery a few days ago?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" the young man said, breaking off another large piece of steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing it like a big piece of meat.

"Have you eaten anything?"

After Nian Yihuan asked this question, he obviously saw the young man's body shaking a little, and his expression was a little panicked, but he immediately started eating the steamed buns again.

"I haven't. I haven't eaten anything. What can I eat at the cemetery?"

"Really? Little brother, you have to tell me the truth."

"What I'm telling you is the truth. Why are you so confused?" The young man's face was a little unhappy, but more importantly, he felt unnatural after being exposed.

In order to relieve his embarrassment, he began to stuff a large steamed bun into his mouth. His stomach, which had just deflated a little, began to swell violently again within two hours.

Nian Yihuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Little brother, if this strange disease you have is not treated, you may not survive this week."

When he heard Nian Yihuan say that he was not going to die soon, the panic in the young man's eyes became more obvious. He raised his eyes and looked at his mother standing aside, seeming to have some scruples.

"Can you mind your own business? I told you, I didn't eat anything! Don't you understand?"

Nian Yihuan saw that he was a little irritable, but he really didn't want to say anything, so he didn't force it. He thought he had something to hide.

"Okay, if you really don't want to say it, that's okay, but I'll be with my second brother today. I live next door. If you think of anything or have anything to say to me, you're welcome at any time."

The young man's mother shook her head helplessly, "I'm sorry, girl, my son's personality has been a bit weird recently, but he was a good boy before he got sick, but he just got sick recently. When he recovers, I'll ask him to make amends to you!"

The young man said nothing and continued to eat his steamed buns, but his guilty conscience could be seen.

That night, the young man went to the emergency room again. After being induced to vomit, he returned to the ward feeling better. The doctor initially diagnosed him with a mental illness and injected him with a sedative, so he temporarily stopped eating.

Although he stopped eating, he still lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

He was very sleepy and his eyelids were fighting, but he just couldn't sleep.

What Nian Yihuan said during the day kept appearing in his mind. If he didn't get treatment, he might not survive this week...

As soon as I close my eyes, I remember the scene that day at the cemetery.

That day, after paying homage to his uncle, he was about to leave, but he didn't eat in the morning or at noon. He was really hungry. When he saw the offerings beside him, including steamed buns, steamed cakes, and desserts, he couldn't help himself. I quietly took a few pieces and put them in my pocket, and ate them secretly when no one was around.

After eating a few pieces of pastry, his hunger did ease a lot, but he always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him silently behind his back.

In addition to feeling like someone was staring at him, something strange happened to his body.

Sitting in the car going home, he felt uneasy. He would look back every few minutes, but found nothing.

After arriving home, my mother got out of the car first and walked towards the door of the building.

He also got out of the car, and the moment he closed the door, he suddenly felt a dark shadow moving inside the car.

Curiosity drove him to approach the car door again. His palms were sweating as he slowly approached.

It didn't matter that he was so close, he was almost scared out of his wits. He saw a pale and blue face pressed against the glass, with two blue-gray eyeless eyes staring straight at him, with a strange smile on his face.

He yelled and rushed upstairs.

Behind him, he heard his mother's voice calling him, but he couldn't care less. The horror of that face surpassed all the horror movies he had watched since he was a child.

He ran home in one breath, locked the door behind him, and gasped for breath. It was at this moment that the strangeness in his body started.

At first, he just felt very hot. He took off all his clothes except for a pair of underwear, and lay naked on the bed for ten minutes before he felt relieved.

Then, he felt very thirsty again. He ran out of the room like crazy, hugged the kettle at home, and drank all the water in the kettle.

After he was full, within two minutes, he felt very hungry again, as hungry as if he could swallow a full meal.

But he didn't want to eat meat, he just wanted to eat steamed buns and pastries.

He took out five steamed buns from the refrigerator and ate them all in less than ten minutes. The next few days were a nightmare.

He seemed to have no control over his hands and mouth.

It was obvious that his stomach was almost bursting, and he could hardly move while lying on the bed, but his head was still giving him instructions to eat until he was sent to the hospital again and again.

Could it be that he really would not survive more than a week as the woman named Nian said?

He didn't admit it during the day because he was afraid of being blamed by his mother.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The pale and blue face kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get rid of it.

The young man couldn't bear it any longer. He got up in the dark and found that his mother had fallen asleep next to him.

He quietly left the ward without alerting his mother. Unexpectedly, Nian Yihuan happened to be on the phone in the corridor.

Their eyes met, and the young man lowered his head in embarrassment.

However, Nian Yihuan was not surprised, "What, you figured it out?"

The young man approached Nian Yihuan with a big belly and told Nian Yihuan everything that happened a while ago.

Nian Yihuan listened carefully, which further confirmed her previous suspicion.

"Sister, what's wrong with me? Am I really not going to survive these days?"

The young man was really scared, and he was crying all the time.

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