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  "Doctor," the fatty said as he watched Jiang g finish his sed bowl of rice, "Eat a bit slower, no one's fighting you for it."

  Jiang g poured himself a bowl of soup, drank it all in one go, and then put the bowl down, satisfied, wiping his mouth with a napkin. At this point, the fatty had barely finished half of his first bowl of rice.

  With a ed tone, Jiang g asked, "Why aren't you eating any of the dishes?"

  The fatty g the pte, where only two small pieces of potato remained, and the soup pot, where a lonely cabbage leaf floated in circles. He slowly put down his chopsticks, "Doctor," he said, lifting his head, "I'm trying to lose weight tely."

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

  After the meal, the fatty, as usual, went to the kit to wash the dishes, while Jiang g sat at the desk iudio. The crisp sound of typing on the keybave off a casual, indifferent vibe.

  After washing the dishes, the fatty sat on the sofa, drying his hands while asking Jiang g if this studio only handled patients with mental health issues. Jiang g firmed that it did.

  The fatty blinked, as if there was something he couldn't quite figure out, "Doctor, I saw a lot of medie i et earlier, but most of them are for treatiernal injuries and pain relief. Why are you stog up on those?"

  Jiang g seemed perfectly healthy. The fatty even doubted if he could out-eat him, so it didn't seem like Jiang g hem.

  Surprisingly, when Jiang g heard what the fatty said, he seemed to seriously think about it for a moment. Then, he walked to the kit and pulled out a box of cooling pain relief patches.

  He opehe box, took out och, and then turned around, looking at the fatty with an examining gaze.

  He occasionally gnced down at the pat his hand.

  The fatty felt uneasy under Jiang g’s gaze, and a sense of foreboding crept over him. "Doctor," he said hurriedly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "Nothing," Jiang g put the patch away, retur to its inal spot, and walked back to sit at his desk as if nothing had happened.

  The fatty still had some doubts, but thinking about the nightmares, he felt like it didn’t matter anymore.

  The afternoon passed by ufully. When there were no ers, the fatty tidied up the area in front of the door. Upourning, he somehow ended up dozing off on the sofa.

  When he woke up, it was already dark. He rubbed his eyes and realized Jiang g was no longer sitting at the desk. Turning around, he noticed there was no sign of Jiang g i either, which made him instantly alert.

  It was already dark, and who knew when the nightmare would strike. Without Jiang g around, any nightmare could be his undoing.

  "Doctor?" the fatty called out.

  The surroundings were quiet, no one answered.

  The fatty started to panid just as he was about to go upstairs to look, the door suddenly opened. A tall, slim shadow came in first.

  Jiang g walked in, carrying several bags, and casually closed the door behind him.

  The fatty, as if seeing a bea of hope, excitedly asked, "Where did you go?"

  Jiang g handed a few bags to the fatty, who saw they were filled with small boxes—the same medies he had seen earlier in the et.

  "What's this..."

  "Medie," Jiang g said as he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, "Just put them in the et where you saw them earlier."

  "Doctor, why are you buying so much medie?"

  Jiang g walked over to the shelf where patient files were kept, pulled out oh a red bel, and while flipping through it casually, replied, "Just keeping them on hand."

  The fatty’s fusion deepened. It was just the two of them here, aher of them was hurt. Who were all these medies for?

  Suddenly, a memory fshed in his mind—the se he had witnessed in the vil during the task. His thighs went cold, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

  He started w if Jiang g sycho pnning to imprison him, just like the family in the vil task.

  Those painkillers aernal injury medies must be prepared for him, to keep him alive if he got seriously injured.

  The more he thought about it, the more pusible it seemed. Jiang g’s initial talk about kig him out now seemed like a tactic to lure him in.

  No wonder Jiang g could see through the vil family's scheme so quickly—they were the same kind of people!

  That's how he saw through their trap so easily!

  He had to find a way to escape from here, and fast.

  Just as he was rag his brain to e up with an excuse to leave the studio without arousing Jiang g’s suspi, Jiang g’s voice suddenly broke through his thoughts, "No one’s ied in imprisoning or t a fat guy."

  The fatty looked sharply at Jiang g, who was leaning against the desk, flipping through the file without even looking up.

  Jiang g turned a page and tinued, "Ys are your own. You leave anytime, but once you walk out that door, don’t think about ing back."

  " I really leave?" The fatty hesitated. This person in front of him seemed a bit odd, and his thinking wasn’t quite normal, but he didn’t seem like a truly evil person.

  After a few seds, the fatty made up his mind, "Doctor, I think it's best if I stay. We look out for each other."

  He paused, then licked his lips, feeling a bit embarrassed, "But could you tell me what all these medies are for?"

  Jiang g let out a breath, like he had finished whatever he was w on, closed the file, and looked at the fatty. His gaze seemed to ask, *Do you really want to know?*

  The fatty nodded eagerly.

  Jiang g pursed his lips with some reluce, as if seriously sidering it, "Alright," he sighed, "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to reveal this secret. It’s very important to me."

  The fatty, feeling the weight of the moment, sat up straight. The atmosphere felt solemn, like a vow was about to be made.

  He guessed Jiang g might have some embarrassing dition, which required all those medications.

  He remembered Jiang g once saying that 30 seds was more than enough for something, while they were dealing with Xiaomeng.

  Maybe he wasn’t lying.

  Suddenly, the fatty began to feel sympathy for this det-looking man in front of him.

  He sighed inwardly, thinking how life was truly fair. Everyone had their own hidden pain, buried deep where no one else could see, and now Jiang g was willing to fide in him.

  With this in mind, the fatty looked at Jiang g with an encing gaze, "I’m ready, you begin."

  "Alright," Jiang g nodded, "The bandages are for tying you up. The medical tape wreat for sealing your mouth to keep you from screaming and alerting the police. The painkillers are to ensure you stay scious while being tortured. I also have two boxes of stimunts, but those are hard to e by and expensive, so whether you get to use them depends on your luck," Jiang g paused, as if remembering something, and tinued, "Oh, and I’ve got some halluogens I pn to mix into your drinking water. Don’t worry, I’ll give them to you soon."

  Fatty: "???"

  (End of the Chapter)

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