The medicine prescribed by Dr. Wang is very effective.
As soon as it got dark, the Jiang family had already eaten a simple dinner. Madam Jiang told the kitchen to quickly boil three bowls of dark, medicinal soup and place them in front of them.
Jiang Yongqiang looked at the bowl of medicine in front of him. It was dark and he didn't know what was in it. A foul smell wafted into his nose, and just looking at it made him feel nauseous.
But he still pinched his nose and drank the bowl of medicine.
Otherwise, I'll keep having dreams at night.
Thinking of the eerie female ghost from last night, and with darkness gradually falling outside, a yawning servant lit a lamp, casting dappled light.
Jiang Yongqiang steeled his heart and finally poured the entire bowl of medicine into his mouth.
He drank the medicine, and within moments he felt drowsy.
Jiang Yongqiang was exhausted but happy, so he quickly ran back to his room, pulled the blanket over his head, and fell fast asleep.
However, as darkness fell, Jiang Yongqiang, who was sound asleep, opened his eyes and saw a vast expanse of peach blossoms.
This startled Jiang Yongqiang, who had a nightmare the night before. He muttered to himself, "That...that female ghost wouldn't...turn into a beautiful woman again to scare me, would she?"
"Hehehehehe... You're dreaming. If I wore a beautiful woman's skin, would I still be scaring you?" A lousy voice came from behind Jiang Yongqiang, and the plump, white maggot landed inside Jiang Yongqiang's neck.
Jiang Yongqiang's eyes almost popped out, and his neck, like a rotten tree, made a 'crackling' sound when he turned his head. He turned his head and was right in front of the half-skeleton female ghost.
The female ghost no longer had a tongue, but her leaky throat could still utter words. However, the sound was enough to scare Jiang Yongqiang into fainting.
Unfortunately, the female ghost had no intention of letting him have his way. Before he could even faint from fright, her two withered, claw-like fingers had already pried open his eyelids: "If you think you can faint so quickly, then I've come all this way for nothing."
"Ghost, ghost, help!" Jiang Yongqiang opened his mouth wide, trying to push the female ghost away, but as soon as his fingers touched the sticky, rotting flesh, he felt a wave of nausea and fear.
"Waaah..." Jiang Yongqiang cried as he ran, "How could this happen? Yesterday I could see some beautiful women, but today all I see are skeletons? How can this dream continue?"
Does having nightmares mean we can disregard basic principles of law?
The female ghost chased after him slowly, and saw Jiang Yongqiang once again scared out of his wits, scrambling and crawling. Her sharp, whistling laughter echoed through the peach blossom forest. Such an eerie sound made Jiang Yongqiang feel weak all over, unable to run at all.
…
On the other side, Madam Jiang and Master Jiang weren't doing much better.
Like the other servants, Madam Jiang was still experiencing sleep paralysis. Even though her mind was perfectly clear, she was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as darkness approached.
Mr. Jiang didn't dare to go to his concubine this time. Thinking about being beaten last night, he chose a concubine's room that he didn't usually go to to sleep in.
The scholar with two long beards, puffing out smoke, appeared in Master Jiang's dream again.
"You...you...you..." Old Master Jiang asked in shock, "Didn't I already take my medicine? Why are you here again?"
Master Cui snorted coldly and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which made Master Jiang cough.
“What’s the use of taking medicine? If you can’t recite it, you’re useless! If you can’t recite the Analects fluently today, don’t blame me for being impolite.”
"I... I'm not afraid of you. You dare to hit me? When I was young, I was invincible. Who on this street would dare to lay a hand on me?" Master Jiang swung his fist and punched the teacher hard.
"Ouch! Master... why are you hitting me for no reason?" A sharp yet deliberately coquettish voice rang in Master Jiang's ear.
It turned out that his fist had hit the face of his concubine.
The concubine, her face swollen and bruised, refused to continue sleeping with him and, clutching her blanket, went to find her other female companions.
Master Jiang was having a dream, and he wasn't quite awake. He thought he was still dreaming and had just chased away a little devil.
In the blink of an eye, he saw the teacher wielding a stick and chasing after him. Soon after, many familiar and unfamiliar people followed, all reciting the Analects that he was supposed to recite.
"..." Old Master Jiang was almost driven to tears.
I can't memorize it, not even a single bit!
If he were good at studying, would he need to support a bunch of hooligans to run a pawnshop?
The night was long.
When the rooster crowed at dawn and the sky outside brightened, the three members of the Jiang family were too tired to get out of bed.
But as soon as they close their eyes, the nightmare returns, whether it's day or night.
With no other option, the three of them had to force themselves out of bed, despite being incredibly tired.
Jiang Yongqiang disliked the old nanny's gossip, so this time he sent one of the thugs who usually followed him to serve him.
These petty thugs are useful for eating and drinking with you, and they can be helpful in a fight, but if you want them to serve you, then you can only make do.
The thug pushed open the door, about to help Jiang Yongqiang get up, when his nose twitched, and he asked in a low voice without any restraint, "Do you smell anything? It smells like urine... Did someone wet their pants?"
“I smell it too! It’s the smell of urine.” The other thugs immediately chimed in.
Jiang Yongqiang's face was ashen.
He didn't need to sniff like those thugs to know that his pants were wet again!
I must have accidentally peed in my dream last night.
There was no way around it; that dream was just too terrifying!
Anyone who sees that dead body relentlessly chasing after them would be so terrified they'd wet themselves, especially if it's still unconscious.
But these thugs are so clueless!
At least the old woman from yesterday didn't laugh at him to his face, but these people are talking so loudly; they're practically making fun of him!
Finally, someone noticed Jiang Yongqiang, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot. They lowered their voices and whispered, "Young Master, we've brought you some water to wash your face!"
"Why are you bringing me water to wash my face? Didn't you notice I wet my pants again? It's all because of that useless Dr. Wang. He calls himself a capable doctor! I don't think he's capable at all. He can't even cure such a minor illness."
Jiang Yongqiang angrily kicked the basin aside and said to them, "Go and find me another good doctor! If any of you dare to tell anyone about this, don't blame me for crippling you."
"..." The thugs all lowered their heads.
No one dared to say that the story of Jiang Yongqiang wetting the bed had already become the talk of the town...
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