Chapter 23 Medicine

"Doctor," the fat man said as he watched Jiang Cheng finish his second bowl of rice, "Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."

Jiang Cheng poured himself a bowl of soup, drank it all, put down the bowl, and wiped his mouth with satisfaction. At this time, the fat man had barely eaten half of his first bowl of rice.

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

The fat man looked at the only two small pieces of potatoes left on the plate and the lonely cabbage leaves swirling in the soup pot, and slowly put down his chopsticks, "Doctor," he raised his head and said, "I'm losing weight recently."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Then I won't persuade you to eat."

After dinner, the fat man went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. Jiang Cheng sat at the desk in the studio, and the crisp keyboard tapping sound revealed a bit of carelessness.

After washing the dishes, the fat man came to sit on the sofa, shaking his hands and asking Jiang Cheng if this studio only focuses on patients' mental health problems. Jiang Cheng gave a positive answer.

The fat man blinked, as if he couldn't figure out something. "Doctor, I just saw a lot of medicines in the kitchen cabinet, but most of them are for treating trauma and pain relief. Why are you hoarding these?"

Jiang Cheng looked very healthy. The fat man even felt that he might not be his opponent even if he ate as much as he wanted. This was obviously not what he needed.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng heard what the fat man said, as if he really thought about it seriously, then walked to the kitchen and took out a box of cooling pain relief patches.

Tearing open the box, Jiang Cheng took out a patch from it, then turned around and stared at the fat man with a scrutinizing look.

From time to time, he lowered his head to look at the pain relief patch in his hand.

The fat man was puzzled by Jiang Cheng's look, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Doctor," he hurriedly said, "Why are you looking at me?"

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

The fat man was still suspicious at first, but when he thought of the nightmare, he felt that nothing mattered.

The whole afternoon passed by in a shaky manner. While there were no customers, the fat man cleaned up the front of the door again. After returning, he fell asleep in a daze while sitting on the sofa.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. The fat man rubbed his eyes and found that Jiang Cheng was gone from the desk. He turned his head and found that Jiang Cheng was not in the kitchen either. He woke up with a start.

It was already dark. No one could tell when the nightmare would come. Without Jiang Cheng, any nightmare would be a disaster for him.

"Doctor?" The fat man shouted.

It was quiet around, and no one answered.

The fat man panicked. Just as he was about to go upstairs to look for him, the door suddenly opened and a thin and tall shadow came in first.

Jiang Cheng walked in with a lot of bags and closed the door casually.

"Doctor!" The fat man seemed to see hope and said excitedly, "Where have you been?"

Jiang Cheng handed several bags to the fat man who came forward. The fat man saw that there were small boxes inside, which were all medicines he saw in the cabinet in the afternoon.

"This is..."

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

"Doctor, what are you buying so many medicines for?"

Jiang Cheng came to the shelf where the medical records were placed, took out a medical record marked in red, and replied casually while flipping through it, "Save it for use."

The fat man's doubts deepened. There were only two of them here, and no one was injured. Who were all these medicines for?

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

He wondered if Jiang Cheng was a pervert and was going to imprison him for a long time, just like the villa family in the mission.

Those trauma medicines and painkillers were prepared for himself to prevent himself from being seriously injured and dying.

The more Fatty thought about it, the more he thought it was possible. Jiang Cheng's initial words of wanting to chase him away now seemed like a tactic of playing hard to get.

No wonder he could crack the conspiracy of the villa family so quickly. They were just the same kind of people!

That's why he could see through their trap at a glance!

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

Just as his eyes rolled and he racked his brains to find a reason that would not arouse Jiang Cheng's suspicion to leave the studio, Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly came: "No one would be interested in imprisoning and abusing a fat man."

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

Jiang Cheng turned a page and continued, "Your legs are on your body, you can leave at any time, but I want to tell you that once you leave this door, you don't have to think about coming back."

"Can I really leave?" After hearing what Jiang Cheng said, the fat man was a little undecided. Although the man in front of him looked a little strange and his thinking was a little biased than that of normal people, he didn't seem to be that kind of vicious person.

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

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

"Huh——" Jiang Cheng seemed to have solved the problem at hand, put away the case, and then looked up at the fat man, his eyes seemed to ask if he really wanted to know.

The fat man nodded repeatedly.

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

The fat man was infected by Jiang Cheng's momentum, and he also became serious, straightened his back, and the scene was solemn like an oath.

He guessed that Jiang Cheng might have some unspeakable hidden illness, so he needed these medicines.

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

He might not have lied.

The fat man 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 heart that is unknown to others, and now Jiang Cheng is willing to confide in him.

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

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, "The bandage is used to tie you up, the medical tape can seal your mouth well to prevent you from shouting and attracting the police, and the analgesic can ensure that you stay awake when being abused. I still have two boxes of stimulants, but please understand that this thing is not easy to buy and the price is relatively expensive, so whether you can use it depends on your luck," Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly think of something and continued, "By the way, I also prepared some hallucinogens to mix in the water you drink, don't worry, I'll give it to you later."

Fatty: "???"