Nightmare Attack

Chapter 20 Doctor Jiang

Hearing the sound of going downstairs, the fat man stuck his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor, please sit down for a while, the meal will be ready soon."

Jiang Cheng gave a vague "um", he walked to the sofa and sat down. The experience of last night was sometimes clear in his mind, sometimes broken, giving him a faint headache.

He looked up and saw that the office seemed to have been reworked.

There was a sign of collapse on one side of the shelf where the patient's case was stored, so Jiang Chengtu simply wrapped it with wide tape to deal with it.

Now that the tape has been cleaned, two long nails have been nailed to the broken position for fixing, and the rust on the metal plywood of the shelf has also been removed.

The messy wires on the wall and overhead were also carefully separated and clearly fixed where they should belong.

A folding ladder was folded and leaned against the wall, probably because he was worried about soiling the wall, a piece of paper was stuffed in the middle.

On the floor of the desk lay a piece of scrap newspaper. On the newspaper lay a hammer, a pair of blunt scissors, a roll of black insulating tape, and metal nails of different sizes.

It seems that this is the source of the early morning jingle.

"Doctor," the fat man's voice in the kitchen was accompanied by the sound of rushing water, which seemed very lively and lively, "Do you eat spicy food? I made pork ribs with scallions."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied in a hoarse voice, "but you have to pay attention to less. I've been in puberty recently, and it's easy to get acne."

The movements on the fat man's side were obviously paused, but soon returned to normal.

Jiang Cheng was leaning on the sofa, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. After he took it out and glanced at it, he swiped his finger to the right to connect the call.

"Doctor Jiang." A man's voice sounded very young on the other side of the microphone, "Are you in the studio now?"

"exist."

"Then I'll go there now." The man said happily, "I'll be nearby, about half an hour."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded, then hung up the phone.

The fat man happened to come out with the pot, the edge of the pot was very hot, he pulled some paper towels to wrap the edge of the pot.

Even so, he walked over quickly all the way, and after putting the pot down, he couldn't help but immediately retracted his hand, and a few thick fingers were slightly red.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng was looking at him, Fatty laughed embarrassedly "hehe", saying that he couldn't find anything like a pot, so he had to take a look first.

"There are rags in the kitchen." Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

Fatty was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he realized that he had burned his finger. He couldn't help feeling a little moved, and said tearfully, "Doctor, thank you."

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Jiang Cheng stared at the tissues he had used, curled his lips and said, "The tissues don't cost money, and I still use so much at one time."

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Having said that, Fatty's craftsmanship is indeed impeccable. Jiang Cheng ate more than half of the pot of pork ribs and cooked two large bowls of rice by himself.

If Fatty hadn't snatched the last spare ribs quickly, he probably wouldn't even know the taste of the dishes he made.

"How is it?" Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng with anticipation, "Doctor, my skills are not bad, I learned this from the chef of Zuixianlou, and I apprenticed to him."

Jiang Cheng put down the bowl, took out a paper towel and wiped the grease stains from the corners of his mouth, "Normal." He burped suddenly, and continued after calming down, "But I think after all you've been busy for so long, I don't have many I’m afraid you’ll feel bad if you eat a little.”

Fatty couldn't hide his disappointment, silently put away the pot and bowls and chopsticks, and returned to the kitchen.

Jiang Cheng looked at the tabletop, which was almost rubbed to reflect the figure in front of him, and suddenly said, "Fatty?"

The voice in the kitchen stopped for a while, and after a while, the fat man's voice came out, "Doctor, did you call me?"

"I have a client coming over in a while." Jiang Cheng's voice was extremely calm, with a trace of unquestionable taste, "That's why I need you."

The fat man let out a sigh of relief, and replied after 10 seconds: "I see, I'll leave when I'm done cleaning up." He paused, "Anyway, thank you, doctor, for helping me in this nightmare."

After a while, Fatty dried his hands and came out of the kitchen, Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa, and only opened his eyes when he saw Fatty approaching.

The fat man took the work coat that was on the hanger and put it on again. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, he was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Cheng. He said slowly: "There is a big supermarket nearby, and the ingredients are very complete, the most important thing is It's cheap."

The fat man frowned in confusion, as if he never understood the man in front of him.

"I want to eat stewed pork ribs tonight." Jiang Cheng said boldly, "Because stewing takes more time, so I need you to go and come back quickly."

The puzzlement on Fatty's face was gradually replaced by excitement, and he repeatedly replied, "Don't worry, doctor."

After a while, the fat man disappeared in front of Jiang Cheng like a gust of wind. Jiang Cheng stood up and walked to the case rack.

The words Hu Yan were written on the cover of the case.

Opened the case, it recorded Hu Yan's performance here at the beginning, and it was more detailed. It even recorded Hu Yan's movements of shaking her legs, and her eyes looked in a certain direction many times during the communication, which seemed extremely vigilant.

The direction she was looking was where the door was.

Hu Yan disappeared after dreaming of a door. According to her, so did her sister. This is the same as Jiang Cheng's experience, but it is different.

At least Hu Yan and her sister were able to pass on the news of dreaming about a door. Her sister told Hu Yan on the phone, and Hu Yan told Jiang Cheng face-to-face, which means that they did not dream about that door. Enter that door immediately.

But Jiangcheng is different, so is Fatty. The next second after they dreamed of the door, they entered the nightmare world.

When the knock on the door rang, Jiang Cheng was sitting at the desk, with another case in his hand, without raising his head: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open and a very young man entered.

A full set of Armani suits, tortoiseshell-framed glasses, a shirt with a gilded neckline, a blue and white striped tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes slammed on the old floor making a brisk sound of "dong dong".

"Doctor Jiang," the young man with his own aura laughed and ruined everything. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, his hair was combed into a middle part, just like the leading party in the Anti-Japanese War movie.

He bowed slightly, with flattery written all over his face.

Jiang Cheng slowly put down the case in his hand, and then raised his head and glanced at him, "Pi Ruan, is it still your girlfriend's business?"

"Yes." The young man laughed with him, "I'm so worried about this, I'm here to see Dr. Jiang again."

(End of this chapter)