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Hearing the sound of footsteps downstairs, the chubby man peeked out from the kit. "Doctor, take a seat for a moment; dinner will be ready soon."
Jiang g responded with a vague "Mm," as he walked over and sat down on the sofa. Last night's experiences drifted in and out of his mind, sometimes clear, sometimes fragmented, leaving him with a slight headache.
Looking up, he noticed that the office seemed to have been repaired retly.
The shelf holding patient files had been on the verge of colpse. Jiang g had zily ed some wide tape around it for a temporary fix. Now, the tape had been removed, and two long nails had been hammered into the breakage point for proper reinfort. The rust oal brackets of the shelf had also been ed off.
The oangled wires on the wall and ceiling had been carefully untangled aly fasteo their proper pces.
A folded dder was leaning against the wall, with a piece of paper stuffed iween, likely to prevent it from dirtying the wall.
On the floor by the desk was an old neer, atop which y a hammer, a pair of blunt scissors, a roll of bck electrical tape, and various sizes of metal nails.
It seemed these were the source of the m’s cttering noises.
"Doctor," the chubby man called out from the kit amid the sound of running water, "Do you eat spicy food? I made scallion-fvored ribs."
"I ," Jiang g shouted back, "But go easy on the spice. I’m going through puberty tely and proo ae."
The chubby man’s movements paused for a moment but quickly returo normal.
Leaning against the sofa, Jiang g’s phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, g the s, and swiped right to answer.
"Doctor Jiang." A man’s voice came from the other end, sounding young. "Are you at the office right now?"
"I am."
"Great, I'll head over now. I’m nearby, about thirty minutes away."
"Alright," Jiang g nodded and then hung up the call.
The chubby man emerged with the pot just then, using some paper towels to around its scorg rim. Despite this, he hurried over and put the pot down, immediately pulling his hands back. His thick fingers were already turning slightly red.
Notig Jiang g watg him, the chubby man awkwardly chuckled, expining that he couldn’t find a proper dish, so he had to make do.
"There’s a dishcloth i," Jiang g suddenly said.
The chubby man was stunned for a sed, realizing after a few moments that Jiang g was referring to his burnt fingers. Feeling touched, he teared up and said, "Doctor, thank y—"
But before he could finish, Jiang g g the used paper towels and remarked, "Paper towels aren’t free, you know. And you used so many at once."
". . ."
Despite his words, the chubby man’s cooking skills were impeccable. Jiang g ended up eating most of the ribs and finished off twe bowls of rice. Had the chubby man not snatched the st rib, he might not have even known what his own cooking tasted like.
"So, how was it?" The chubby man eagerly asked, "Doctor, how's my cooking? I learhis from the head chef at Zui Xian Lou; I was his apprentice."
Jiang g put down his bowl, grabbed a napkin, and wiped away the grease from the scallion-fvored ribs. "Average," he said before letting out an ued burp. After calming down, he added, "But since you worked so hard, I figured I should eat more, so you wouldn’t feel bad."
The chubby man couldn’t hide his disappoi, quietly clearing the dishes aurning to the kit.
As Jiang g stared at the gleamingly tabletop, he suddenly said, "Chubby?"
The sound from the kit halted. After a moment, the chubby man’s voice called out, "Doctor, did you call for me?"
"I have a t ing over in a bit," Jiang g said in an exceedingly calm, yet firm tone. "So, I’ll need you to—"
The chubby man sighed. Ten seds ter, he replied, "I uand. I’ll leave after I finish ing. Still, I want to thank you, Doctor, for helpihrough the nightmare."
Not long after, the chubby man dried his hands and came out of the kit. Jiang g was lounging on the sofa, only opening his eyes when he saw the chubby man approag.
The chubby man took his work coat from the rad put it ba. He was about to say something when Jiang g interrupted him, speaking zily, "There’s a big supermarket nearby. They have a wide sele of ingredients, and most importantly, it’s cheap."
The chubby man frowned in fusion, as he often did when he didn’t uand this man.
"I want braised ribs tonight," Jiang g said shamelessly. "Since braising takes time, you should go and e back quickly."
The fusion on the chubby man’s face gradually turned iement. He quickly agreed, "Don’t worry, Doctor."
Soon, the chubby man vanished like the wind. Jiang g stood up and walked over to the file shelf, running his fingers across the files until he pulled o.
The name on the file was "Hu Yan."
Flipping it open, it detailed Hu Yan’s past behaviors here, with meticulous records, even noting her habit of shaking her leg aedly gng in a specific dire during versations, as if extremely wary.
The dire she looked in was toward the door.
Hu Yan had disappeared after dreaming about a door. Acc to her, her sister had too. This part matched Jiang g’s experience, but there were differences as well.
At least Hu Yan and her sister had mao unicate the dream about the door. Her sister had told her over the phone, and Hu Yan had reyed it to Jiang g in person. This meant they hadn’t immediately ehe door after dreaming of it.
But Jiang g was different. The chubby man too. They had both ehe nightmare world the sed after dreaming of the door.
As the knog sound came, Jiang g was sitting at his desk, flipping through another file. Without looking up, he said, "e in."
The door opened, and in walked a young man.
He wore a full Armani suit, tortoiseshell gsses, a gold-embroidered shirt colr, a blue-and-white striped tie, and browher shoes that made a light "thud thud" as they hit the old wooden floor.
"Doctor Jiang," The young man’s fident smile was quickly ruined by the way his hair was bed, resembling a traitor in a wartime film.
He bent forward slightly, his face full of fttery.
Jiang g slowly put down the file, only then lifting his head to g him. "Pi Ruan, is it about yirlfriend again?"
"Yes," the young man smiled apologetically. "I’m really stressed about it, so I came to see you again, Doctor Jiang."
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