Rescue

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Doctor," Fatty opened his mouth, but after a few seconds, he said with a conflicted expression, "If I remember correctly, in our country, paid companionship is illegal, right?"

"I saw it on TV," before Jiang Cheng could respond, Fatty continued with a serious tone, "At that time, those people were squatting neatly against the wall with their hands on their heads. I heard that later they were taken away by a big bus, and they all had to go to the little black room."

"What does that have to do with me?" Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows, disinterested.

Fatty then noticed that there was a lip print near Jiang Cheng's eyebrow, but it wasn't very clear because it was matte.

After hearing what the doctor said, Fatty's entire face twisted in disbelief. He thought that just based on the doctor's current appearance, without even being caught in the act, the clothes, the lip marks on his face, and the scratches on his exposed skin were enough solid evidence to convict him.

Seeing Fatty staring at him with increasingly strange eyes, Jiang Cheng, out of self-preservation, slightly adjusted his collar.

"It's not what you think," he explained. "Those girls are rebellious and lost young women. My goal here is mainly to rescue them."

Fatty pointed at the lip print on Jiang Cheng's face, excitedly asking, "Is this how you 'rescue' them?"

"This is just a method, not the goal," Jiang Cheng said calmly and with the most righteous expression, "You need to understand, I am a white angel. If I can save them, I am willing to endure any hardship."

Saying this, he wiped the lip print on his face, but the more he wiped, the messier it became.

Fatty: "..."

"You think I'm going out to drink, have fun, or seek pleasure?" Jiang Cheng put down his hand and shook his head, letting out a sigh before saying firmly, "You're wrong. I am trying to understand them from their perspective. As a psychologist, I need to truly understand the lives of the people I serve, of those I treat."

"In fact, I'm not as happy as you think, that's just the surface," Jiang Cheng naturally folded some bills and stuffed them into his pocket.

Because the bills were quite thick, from Fatty's perspective, the pocket looked bulky and bloated.

"Every treatment process is a torment for me. The emptiness and loneliness reflected in the eyes of every woman lost in a world of alcohol and lights are a constant reminder for me."

Placing his hand over his chest, Jiang Cheng acted as if he were deeply heartbroken. "I can only continue by constantly drinking, using alcohol as a numbing agent to convince myself to carry on."

"Traditional doctor-patient relationships only complicate things. What I seek is a more peaceful connection with them, like being friends," Jiang Cheng's gaze was intense, "The kind where we can be completely open with each other."

"To experience the pleasures they think they deserve, and then from the outside in, from the shallow to the deep, uncover the core problem and completely awaken these misguided girls to reality."

For Jiang Cheng at that moment, saving these lost girls seemed to be the only meaning for his existence. Despite the uncertain future, facing countless misunderstandings and distortions, he faced it all with composure.

Fatty twitched his mouth and asked, "So, Doctor, have you found it?"

"Not yet," Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, comfortably twisting his body, "But I feel like I'm getting close."

"Doctor," Fatty, staring at the squinting Jiang Cheng, awkwardly said, "Actually, you don't need to explain so much to me. I understand. Even though our current situation isn't great, you don't need to be like Pi Ruan, we should still do things with integrity."

Jiang Cheng naturally extended two fingers.

Fatty immediately shut up, knowing that the doctor was about to start again.

"Two points," Jiang Cheng shook his fingers and said, "First, I'm not like Pi Ruan. My qualifications are better than his. Second, I don't flatter rich older women. My client base is quite diverse in age."

"And the most important point," he continued, "Tonight's gathering was organized by the young ladies, and has nothing to do with rich women. I don't know anything about the rich women's circle."

"I only know that if they are married rich women, they won't drive convertible sports cars and expose themselves like that. The target would be too big."

"They usually use black luxury nanny cars with non-transparent windows, and their license plates change frequently. Every time they go out, it's a different plate."

"They also don't choose KTVs where there are a lot of people. They usually opt for high-end private clubs with membership systems. New members must be invited by at least three old members to join."

"At the entrance of the club, there's a designated person to handle reception. When ordinary people ask, they're always told the place is full, only familiar people are guided upstairs." Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and added.

"And you say you have no idea about rich women?" Fatty stood up, exasperated.

In just one night, Jiang Cheng's image in Fatty's mind had completely turned upside down, from a high-end professional to a high-end service provider.

By the next morning, Jiang Cheng could sense that Fatty was looking at him strangely, like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start, and there was a hint of rejection in his gaze.

From Jiang Cheng's years of experience treating patients, he could tell that Fatty was clearly trapped in a state self-doubt.

After breakfast, while Jiang Cheng was wandering by the window to digest, he received a call. The voice on the other end was full of undisguised joy, but Jiang Cheng remained cold, showing a businesslike attitude.

After hanging up, Jiang Cheng turned his head and said to Fatty, who was hammering at a loose corner of the sofa, "Fatty, finish cleaning up, then wipe the table and floor. Someone will be coming soon."

"Got it, Doctor."

About half an hour later, the sound of high heels clicking approached the door, clearly more than one person. The visitor stopped outside and politely knocked on the door.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Cheng didn't even look at the door. He first blew on the steam rising from his coffee cup, took a sip, and only then slowly said, "Come in."

The door opened, and several elegant women, exuding a timeless charm, stepped in along with the sunlight.

"Dr. Jiang," the leading woman, wearing long boots and a camel-colored shawl, seemed very happy. She nodded repeatedly at the doctor sitting on the sofa, "Thank you so much for taking care of Yuan Yuan's matter."

"It's my duty," Jiang Cheng replied indifferently.

"After the driver took her home yesterday, she and I talked for a long time. We... we haven't had such a conversation in a long time," the woman said, her eyes reddening as she spoke. "Anyway, thank you so much, Dr. Jiang."

(End of the Chapter)

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