Nightmare Assault

“How come all your friends have horrible endings?” Jiang Cheng asked. He remembered Fatty mentioning his friends being run over by a car, being cheated on and jumping from a building. This was highly unusual.

“Doctor, don’t say that.” Fatty reached his arm out of the blanket to scratch his head embarrassedly. Then, he shoved his arm back under the blanket, “I have lost contact with some of my friends, so I have no idea how they are doing now.”

Jiang Cheng said seriously, “You better don’t reach out to them. You’ll find it hard to explain when you find out all of them are already dead.”

Fatty, “...”

After a few more sit-ups, Jiang Cheng stood up. He removed the tank top he wore, balled it back and threw it to the side. He looked thin, and he had defined abs and muscles. He was not like the gym rats who had bulging muscles, but he was well-proportioned.

Fatty looked at him until his eyes glowed. He was extremely envious. Jiang Cheng posed before the mirror and studied his body. He narrowed his eyes and then turned around to smack himself on his butt. Seeing how his butt bounced, he revealed a mysterious smile.

This reminded Fatty of what the Doctor said when they were in the school mission.

“Fatty,” The Doctor asked him, “Don’t you think I look like a lazy angel?”

Fatty felt like something was wrong with the Doctor. He seemed to be extremely satisfied with certain parts of his body.

A few minutes later, the Doctor received a call. Fatty noticed how excited he was. The Doctor kept nodding, and his eyes were practically glowing. Fatty rarely saw the Doctor like this. Most of the time, he was sedated and tired.

So far, only one person could elicit such a reaction from the Doctor. She was the Doctor’s boss and the true owner of this psychiatrist's office, Lin Wan Er. The Doctor was powerless before the beauty in the qipao. She dealt with Fatty alongside the Doctor. She even took his small change with her.

Could it really be her?

Just as Fatty tried to perk up his ears to eavesdrop, Jiang Cheng ended the call. With Fatty watching, Jiang Cheng bounced to the table, sought out a key and opened the lowest drawer. He took out a well-wrapped package. He opened it before Fatty… Fatty’s eyes bulged.

It was a… uniform. It was pure white and looked new. It was similar to the Doctor’s usual white coat, but the quality was much better. It was a flattering cut. Interestingly enough, it only had two buttons near the waist. The buttons were rimmed with silver. They resonated with the golden tassels around the shoulders. The suit would catch people’s eyeballs at a darkened dance floor or private room.

The Doctor put on the coat without wearing anything underneath. He told the stumped Fatty, “I’m going out.” He chirruped happily, “I might come home late tonight.”

BEEP! BEEP!

Car honks came from outside the window. For some reason, Fatty sensed impatience in them. Jiang Cheng jogged to the door and rushed out.

The next second, Fatty darted up from the couch and rushed to the window. He peeked out. There was a blue race car parked outside the building. He saw the Doctor hop into the car and take the passenger’s seat. He looked handsome doing it.

It was a car brand that Fatty couldn’t recognise. Other than the Doctor and the driver, there were four women in the car. Three of them were squeezed at the back. They chatted happily with the Doctor once he got on. One of them practically pounced on the Doctor. Amidst the laughter and chatter, the race car zoomed off.

Fatty stood dumbly before the window. The buzzing sound echoed in his mind like bells.

“I have something important to do tonight.”

“It has nothing to do with the nightmare. It’s private.”

“I’m a model…”

“I work at the KTV…”

“Do you understand? You can’t even see me without reservations…”

Fatty cursed under his breath. So… the Doctor was telling the truth all along, but no one believed him. They all thought there was something wrong with the Doctor or it was just his way to distract them.

Fatty spent the night with anxiety. He thought he had grasped a basic understanding of the Doctor after spending some time together. However, reality gave him a slap. This also showed him the difference between him and the Doctor. They were not from the same dimension.

The Doctor dragged his tired body home at 3 am. He was startled when he opened the door and saw Fatty, who was curled up alone under the blanket.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” The Doctor, who reeked of alcohol and perfume, asked. He looked around and said, “We shouldn’t be entering another nightmare tonight. The chance is low.” He had some to drink, but he was still relatively sober. Thanks to the lights, the lipstick prints on his cheeks were conspicuous. There were other ambiguous marks around his collarbone.

One of his buttons was missing. It was clear how much fun he had.

He seemed to be in a good mood. He strode over to Fatty and sat down. Then, he reached into his coat to pull out a thick stack of money. Then, like a magician, he continued to produce money from various parts of his body.

As he counted the money, he emitted an indescribable laugh. “Phew… Thankfully, the manager didn’t check so thoroughly together,” He cheered as he put the counted bills away.