Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Fatty poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the sound, “Doctor, please sit first. The food will be ready soon.”
Jiang Cheng mumbled as he sat down on the couch. The experience last night flickered in his mind, causing him a headache. He looked up and realised someone had cleaned up his office. The shelf where he put the patient’s file had shown signs of falling to the side, so Jiang Cheng wrapped it up with tape. The tape had been cleaned. The broken parts had been fixed with nails. Even the rust had been cleaned away. The messy wires on the ceiling and walls had been carefully arranged and pinned to where they should be. A folded ladder leaned against the wall. A piece of paper was squeezed in between, afraid that the rung of the ladder would dirty the wall. An old newspaper sat on the table. On the paper was a hammer, a pair of scissors, black electrical tape and metallic nails. These should be the source of the banging.
“Doctor.” Fatty’s voice accompanied the sound of water out of the kitchen. “Do you eat spicy food? I’ve made braised ribs.”
“Sure.” Jiang Cheng shouted, “But don’t put too much chilli. I’m scared of breaking out 'cause I’m still in my puberty.”
Fatty paused before resuming.
Jiang Cheng was leaning on the couch when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took out it and answered it.
“Doctor Jiang,” A man’s voice came from the phone. It sounded very young. “Are you at your office now?”
“Yes.”
“Then, I’ll head over now.” The man said happily. “I’m just around. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Okay.” Jiang Cheng nodded and hung up. Fatty walked out, holding the edge of the pot with some napkins. He rushed over and then quickly put the pot down. His fingers were red from the heat. When he saw Jiang Cheng look at him, he chuckled shyly. He said since he hadn’t found a good cooking pot, he made do with a non-heat-resistant pot.
“There’s a kitchen cloth in the kitchen.” Jiang Cheng said.
Fatty was startled before he reacted that Jiang Cheng was referring to his hurt fingers. He couldn’
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