Chapter 20 Doctor Jiang

Hearing the sound of people coming downstairs, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor, please sit down for a while, the meal will be ready soon."

Jiang Cheng said "hmm" vaguely, and walked to the sofa and sat down. The experience of last night was sometimes clear and sometimes broken in his mind, which made him feel a little headache.

He raised his head and found that the office seemed to have been repaired.

The shelf where the patient's case was stored had already shown signs of collapse on one side, so Jiang Cheng used wide tape to simply wrap it to deal with it.

Now the tape has been cleaned up, and two long nails were nailed to the broken position for fixing, and the rust on the metal plywood of the shelf was also removed.

The messy wires on the wall and overhead were also carefully separated and clearly fixed in the position where they should belong.

A folding ladder was folded up and leaned against the wall. It should be worried about dirtying the wall, so a piece of paper was stuffed in the middle to cushion it.

There was a piece of waste newspaper on the floor of the desk, on which was a hammer, a pair of blunt-headed scissors, a roll of black insulating tape, and metal nails of different sizes.

It seemed that this was the source of the clanging sound in the early morning.

"Doctor," the fat man's voice in the kitchen was accompanied by the sound of rushing water, which seemed very compact and lively, "Do you eat spicy food? I made braised pork ribs."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied in a hoarse voice, "but you have to be careful to put less, I'm in puberty recently and I'm prone to acne."

The fat man's movements paused obviously, but soon returned to normal.

Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out and took a look, then swiped his finger to the right and answered the call.

"Doctor Jiang," a man's voice came from the other side of the microphone, sounding very young, "Are you in the studio now?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go over now," the man said happily, "I'm nearby, about half an hour."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, and then hung up the phone.

The fat man happened to be carrying a pot out, and the edge of the pot was very hot, so he wrapped the edge of the pot with a wet paper towel.

Even so, he walked all the way here quickly. After putting the pot down, he couldn't help but retract his hands immediately, and a few thick fingers were slightly red.

When he found Jiang Cheng looking at him, the fat man laughed embarrassedly and said that he couldn't find a basin or something, so he had to make do with it for now.

"There is a rag in the kitchen," Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he realized that he was talking about his fingers being burned. He couldn't help but feel a little moved at the moment, and said with tears in his eyes: "Doctor, thank you"

But he didn't expect

Jiang Cheng stared at the paper towel he used, curled his lips and said: "Toilet paper is free, and you use so much at a time."

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Although he said so, the fat man's cooking skills were indeed impeccable. Jiang Cheng ate most of the pot of ribs by himself, and also drank two large bowls of rice.

If the fat man hadn't been quick to grab the last piece of ribs, he might not have known what his dish tasted like.

"How is it?" The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng expectantly, "Doctor, my cooking skills are OK, right? This is what I learned from the chef of Zuixianlou. I was his apprentice."

Jiang Cheng put down the bowl, took out a tissue and wiped the oil stains from the braised pork ribs on the corner of his mouth, "It's OK," he burped suddenly, and continued after calming down, "But I think you have been busy for so long, I am afraid you will feel bad if I don't eat more."

The light in the fat man's eyes dissipated little by little, like a child who didn't wait for the praise of adults.

He silently put away the pot and bowls and chopsticks and returned to the kitchen.

The sound of the water flow was not as cheerful as at the beginning, dragging a long and complicated tone.

Jiang Cheng looked at the table in front of him, which was so clean that it could almost reflect a person's shadow, and suddenly said, "Fatty?"

The voice in the kitchen stagnated, and after a while, the fat man's voice came out, "Doctor, you called me?"

"I have a client coming over in a while," Jiang Cheng's voice was extremely calm, with a hint of unquestionable taste, "So I need you"

The fat man exhaled, and replied after 10 seconds: "I know, I will leave after I finish cleaning up," he paused, "Anyway, I still have to thank you, doctor, for helping me in the nightmare."

Not long after, the fat man wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen. Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa and opened his eyes when he saw the fat man coming over.

The fat man took the work coat on the hanger and put it on again. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, he was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Cheng. He said slowly: "There is a big supermarket nearby, with a complete range of ingredients, and most importantly, it is cheap."

The fat man frowned in confusion, as if he always couldn't understand the man in front of him.

"I want to eat stewed pork ribs tonight," Jiang Cheng said shamelessly, "Because stewing takes time, I need you to go and come back quickly."

The confusion on the fat man's face was gradually replaced by excitement, and he promised repeatedly: "Don't worry, doctor."

Later, the fat man disappeared in front of Jiang Cheng like a gust of wind. Jiang Cheng stood up, walked to the medical record rack, ran his fingers over the medical records on it, and quickly pulled out one.

The two words "Hu Yan" were written on the cover of the medical record.

Opening the medical record, it recorded Hu Yan's performance here at the time, which was quite detailed, and even recorded Hu Yan's shaking legs, and her eyes looked in a certain direction many times during the communication, which seemed extremely vigilant.

The direction she looked was the door.

Hu Yan disappeared after dreaming about a door, and according to her, her sister also disappeared, which was the same as Jiang Cheng's experience, but also different.

At least Hu Yan and her sister were able to pass on the news of dreaming about a door. Her sister told Hu Yan on the phone, and Hu Yan told Jiang Cheng face to face, which means that they did not enter the door immediately after dreaming about it.

But Jiang Cheng was different, and so was Fatty. They entered the nightmare world the next second after dreaming about the door.

When the knock on the door sounded, Jiang Cheng was sitting at his desk, flipping through another case in his hand, and said without raising his head: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a very young man came in.

A full set of Armani suits, tortoise-shell framed glasses, a shirt with a gold-stamped collar, a blue and white striped tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes hitting the old floor, making a brisk "dong dong" sound.

The air was filled with the Florentine style of Italian handmade leather shoes.

"Doctor Jiang," the young man with his own aura smiled and ruined everything. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. His hair was combed into a middle part, just like the guide in the anti-Japanese war movie.

He bent his waist slightly, his face full of flattery.

Jiang Cheng slowly put down the case in his hand, then raised his head and looked at him, "Pi Ruan, is it about your girlfriend?"

"Yes," the young man smiled, "I am so worried about this matter, so I come to see you, Doctor Jiang again."