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

  This is why Xiaomeng harbors such deep hatred toward Jiang g.

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

  If someoreated Jiang g like this, he would chase them to their house and dig up their araves.

  The fourth point is the brainwave mentioned by the fatty.

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

  A small, pure bck, exquisite rec pen ced beside him, taining a versatioween a woman named Hu Yan and himself.

  Jiang g narrowed his eyes.

  The versation was not very clear, filled with straatioise.

  What was even stranger was that the static, simir to arical current sound, only appeared when Hu Yan spoke. However, his own voi the rec was very clear.

  He didn’t rest well at noon. To be more precise, he hadn’t pletely fallen asleep until the arm he set on his pho 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 t he had an appoi 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. Uedly, he bumped into the fatty, who was holding clothes and walking up the stairs.

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

  Jiang g shook his head and didn’t speak.

  The fatty seemed to uand something. It must be the tinuous work affeg the doctor’s health. His eyes were filled with as he asked, "Should I take you to the hospital?"

  "No need," Jiang g sighed deeply, his whole body looking much more exhausted. His voice lost its previous strength. "I’ll be fier a short rest."

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

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

  He had never seen the doctor like this before.

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

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

  As soon as the fatty disappeared from Jiang g’s line of sight, the tter 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 tinued until a few mier, whety hurriedly returned holding a bowl.

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

  Jiang g, weakly leaning on the sofa, exuded a sehat while death was iable, he would still fight till the very st breath.

  "Cough, cough." Jiang g weakly coughed, c his mouth. He tried to avoid eye tact 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 doust be pretending not to be well to avoid w him.

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

  After drinking the water, Jiang g gradually improved, and his plexion became rosier.

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

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

  Finally, the fatty rexed.

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

  Jiang g hesitated for a moment, soundiroubled as he quietly said, "Stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions, oil-braised shrimp, dry pot duck heads, spicy crayfish, grilled bullfrog, Si five-fvored chi, and pepper salt..."

  He swallowed and, eyeing the now obviously ging 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 ba out."

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

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

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

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

  This time, he po make a fish soup for Jiang g to help him recover.

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

  Then came a kno the door.

  Knock, knock, knock!

  Jiang g shifted slightly and said, "e in."

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

  The newer was pletely covered in a white robe and wearing a pair of oversized sungsses, almost c his entire face. If it weren't for the real-life enter, the fatty might have thought the person was ill or rec a video.

  Until...

  "Doctor Jiang!" The person spoke in a distinctive voice, greeting Jiang g 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 Ruaed warmly.

  The fatty was caught off guard a somewhat fttered.

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

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

  "Don't talk nonsense," Jiang g 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, ughing it off. He expihat this was not a standard Arab men’s robe, but one given to him by a t. 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 ’t be judged by their appearance. Despite looking like someone who would lead you astray, he seems quite approachable."

  However, this goodwill sted only until someone spoke—

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

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

  (End of the Chapter)

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