Brown Sugar Water

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Their abilities are already very strong, and ordinary traps are completely ineffective against them. If they also have a life-saving piece of white paper, the result is obvious.

This is why Chen Xiaomeng harbors such deep hatred toward Jiang Cheng.

This bastard not only stole her clue newspaper during the first mission, but also dug a hole to trap her in this mission, causing her to waste a precious life-saving charm for nothing.

If someone treated Jiang Cheng like this, he would chase them to their house and dig up their ancestors' graves.

The fourth point is the brainwave mentioned by the fatty.

Jiang Cheng had been thinking about the formation mechanism of nightmares and the method by which players are absorbed. What the fatty said opened a new door for him.

A small, pure black, exquisite recording pen was placed beside him, containing a conversation between a woman named Hu Yan and himself.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

The conversation was not very clear, filled with strange static noise.

What was even stranger was that the static, similar to an electrical current sound, only appeared when Hu Yan spoke. However, his own voice in the recording was very clear.

He didn't rest well at noon. To be more precise, he hadn't completely fallen asleep until the alarm he set on his phone went off.

The side effects of overusing his brain started to show.

He had this problem for a long time.

He shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

Soon, the client he had an appointment with would arrive. He usually didn't call them patients, because if they were actually healthy, he'd be out of a job.

He always held a grateful heart for these people.

Opening the door, he walked to the stairs in the living room, preparing to go downstairs. Unexpectedly, he bumped into the fatty, who was holding clothes and walking up the stairs.

Seeing Jiang Cheng's pale face, the fatty immediately dropped the clothes and approached him with concern, saying, "Doctor, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head and didn't speak.

The fatty seemed to understand something. It must be the continuous work affecting the doctor's health. His eyes were filled with concern as he asked, "Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No need," Jiang Cheng sighed deeply, his whole body looking much more exhausted. His voice lost its previous strength. "I'll be fine after a short rest."

Without another word, the fatty helped Jiang Cheng downstairs and then helped him sit on the sofa.

Jiang Cheng appeared very weak, and the fatty could feel that Jiang Cheng seemed unable to exert any strength, his whole body slightly trembling.

He had never seen the doctor like this before.

Jiang Cheng curled up on the sofa, his once-beautiful eyes now dull.

The fatty first poured Jiang Cheng a cup of hot water, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, rushed back to the kitchen, making clattering noises as he seemed to search for something.

As soon as the fatty disappeared from Jiang Cheng's line of sight, the latter immediately stopped trembling.

Not only did he stop trembling, but his face also became much rosier.

His dark eyes gleamed with a happy yet crafty light.

This continued until a few minutes later, when the fatty hurriedly returned holding a bowl.

"Doctor," the fatty said, "Would you like some water?"

Jiang Cheng, weakly leaning on the sofa, exuded a sense that while death was inevitable, he would still fight till the very last breath.

"Cough, cough." Jiang Cheng weakly coughed, covering his mouth. He tried to avoid eye contact with the fatty, his voice barely audible.

To the fatty, everything seemed to indicate that the doctor was seriously injured, with internal injuries. What moved him most was the doctor's expression.

The doctor must be pretending not to be well to avoid worrying him.

The fatty stubbornly thought, moved to tears by his own thoughts.

After drinking the water, Jiang Cheng gradually improved, and his complexion became rosier.

"Doctor, do you feel better?" The fatty blinked and asked.

"Thank you, fatty," Jiang Cheng tried to move his body a bit, saying as he did so, "I'm much better now, not as cold anymore."

Finally, the fatty relaxed.

In his mind, the best way to recover was through food supplements. So, he asked Jiang Cheng what he would like for dinner, and he would go buy the ingredients.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, sounding very troubled as he quietly said, "Stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions, oil-braised shrimp, dry pot duck heads, spicy crayfish, grilled bullfrog, Sichuan five-flavored chicken, and pepper salt..."

He swallowed and, eyeing the now obviously changing face of the fatty, softly murmured, "If possible, could you also make a little bok choy and pork rib soup? These dishes are too greasy, and I'd like to drink some soup to balance it out."

The fatty thought for a moment, then stood up and said to Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, how about we still go to the hospital?"

Anyway, Jiang Cheng had improved a lot. Seeing his good appetite, the fatty was reassured.

After chatting with Jiang Cheng for a while, the fatty grabbed his shopping basket and was ready to head to the market.

The last time, the fish seller had been nice, so the fatty planned to see if he could find a dying fish again.

This time, he planned to make a fish soup for Jiang Cheng to help him recover.

But just before he reached the door, he heard the sound of footsteps outside.

Then came a knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

Jiang Cheng shifted slightly and said, "Come in."

The door obediently opened, and a very strange person walked in.

The newcomer was completely covered in a white robe and wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, almost covering his entire face. If it weren't for the real-life encounter, the fatty might have thought the person was ill or recording a video.

Until...

"Doctor Jiang!" The person spoke in a distinctive voice, greeting Jiang Cheng enthusiastically while walking toward him on the sofa.

The fatty immediately realized who he was.

Pi Ruan!

He had seen him before.

"Fatty brother is also here!" The oddly dressed Pi Ruan greeted warmly.

The fatty was caught off guard and felt somewhat flattered.

But as he focused on Pi Ruan, a genuine sadness appeared on his face.

"Pi Ruan brother," the fatty said mournfully, "Did your girlfriend die, and that's why you're dressed like this?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang Cheng interjected. "This is how they dress in Saudi Arabia. They wear robes all year round."

Realizing he had said something wrong, the fatty's face turned awkward.

Pi Ruan, however, was in a surprisingly good mood, laughing it off. He explained that this was not a standard Arab men's robe, but one given to him by a client. He didn't like the style, so he had it altered at a tailor's shop, adding some local elements.

This little icebreaker instantly raised the fatty's impression of Pi Ruan.

He thought, "People can't be judged by their appearance. Despite looking like someone who would lead you astray, he seems quite approachable."

However, this goodwill lasted only until someone spoke—

"If his girlfriend died, he'd be wearing a red outfit." Jiang Cheng took a sip of water and said calmly.

TL/N: Red robes (and color in general) symbolize happiness and celebration in Chinese culture.

(End of the Chapter)

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