Chapter 789: Chapter 787: Brain Erosion (Part Three)_1 Chapter 789: Chapter 787: Brain Erosion (Part Three)_1 This guy looks like he really might need some tranquilizer.

Standing at the doorstep of the second recipient, Fu Qian covertly judged as he watched half an eye peek out from the crack in the door.

The green-blue pupil was huge, scattered with red veins on the substantial whites of the eye, and at the moment, the eyeball was spasmodically wiggling left and right.

There was no need to make a sound, a sense of unease rushed over him.

“What should I call you?”

This time, Fu Qian let the other party state their identity.

“Sam.”

Unexpectedly, he didn’t get the door slammed in his face, the person behind the door recoiled reflexively but then surprisingly came back to provide his name.

That’s right.

Fu Qian glanced at the list in his hand; this Sam guy was indeed the second patient.

“So why didn’t you go to the clinic on time?”

Although the other party was cooperative, Fu Qian didn’t rush him to open the door but naturally asked a second question.

“I…”

Brother Sam pondered again, revealing more of his body and giving Fu Qian a chance to see him fully.

From his appearance, this guy was a good deal older than Brother Zhigui, his clothing wrinkled and his appearance quite haggard. His hair was a messy tangle of black and white, looking like it hadn’t been groomed for a long time.

On any level, this guy looked much more like a patient than Hushima Zhigui.

“The doctor told me not to go.”

As Fu Qian was assessing, it seemed like the man had finally remembered his reason.

But this reason…

“The doctor told you not to go to the clinic recently?”

Fu Qian frowned.

“Yes, recently I should not go anywhere, just stay at home, and not let anyone in.”

Sam spoke with unusual seriousness.

Was there such a thing?

With Sam’s present state, it was hard to imagine him being in the mood to joke around.

But if what he said was true, then the problem seemed quite serious.

Dr. Kelly had asked him to deliver medication because the patients hadn’t followed up within the designated time, but this guy had been instructed not to go to the clinic recently, which was clearly contradictory.

If this guy’s memory was correct, then it appeared, was it Dr. Kelly who had the issue?

Could it be necessary to leave one bottle of the medication for her as well?

With four doses of the medication and five patients, the possible scenarios had increased exponentially.

Looking at the four paper bags in his hand, Fu Qian fell into contemplation.

“I think I remember now, there was indeed such a matter, but you forgot to bring your medication, and the doctor asked me to deliver it to you.”

The next moment, as if suddenly enlightened, Fu Qian picked out a paper bag and handed it over.

…

As he approached with the paper bag in his hand, Sam stood frozen in place, obviously grappling with an intense internal conflict.

“Sorry, I can’t accept it.”

After a brief pause, he still shook his head with difficulty.

“Why?”

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised at all by this reaction.

“Medication without a doctor’s signature on the package cannot be taken.”

Sam stated his opinion with utmost seriousness.

It really wasn’t going to be that easy, so did he need to get a signature after all?

That peculiar sense of having accepted a task resurfaced; Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

However, looking on the bright side, this guy’s request was still not too troublesome, and given the current situation, he definitely had to make a trip back to the clinic.

In truth, this medication was just to show Sam and test his reaction.

Even if the guy really wanted to take it, Fu Qian wouldn’t have given it to him.

“You’re right, it must be an oversight by the doctor; I’ll go back.”

The next moment, Fu Qian agreed with Sam’s view, briskly said goodbye, and went downstairs to continue looking for the next patient.

…

So as a patient, is it really okay for you to live in such a remote place?

This third location was undoubtedly the most secluded one, and Fu Qian had almost trekked to the edge of this residential area.

Looking at the vast wilderness in the distance, Fu Qian found a lonely building at the end of the long road.

Bad news, this didn’t even look like a residence, but rather a cafe.

Good news, the cafe was in business.

Thud thud!

He walked straight in through the open door and found himself in an empty shop; Fu Qian looked around and knocked on the counter.

It was clean and tidy, and the air still smelled of coffee, as if there had been customers just recently.

Even at a table not too far away, there were two coffee cups placed.

Strange, why does this scene feel so familiar?

Fu Qian stared at the table, lost in thought.

“Welcome.”

A greeting sounded, as plain as if seeing off a guest, while a figure appeared quietly.

Could it be?

Although the voice was almost emotionless, it activated the last circuits in Fu Qian’s nervous system.

“Rosetta?”

The next moment, Fu Qian looked towards the voice and saw the cafe owner.

She was thin, her expression serene, her white hair seemingly more abundant than the last time he saw her–it was Ms. Rosetta, Bernard’s friend.

She was the one cursed with a talent that prevented her from distinguishing reality from illusion.

Although Fu Qian had seen her name before, due to its commonality, he hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

“Yes, please take a seat.”

In response to the inquiry, Rosetta’s tone remained flat; she lowered her head to pour coffee from a pot into two cups without even asking the reason for his visit.

At first glance, the whole scene had a detached air of someone who had seen through life and no longer cared about worldly matters.

But Fu Qian knew that, in essence, this was a reaction of someone who had been tormented for so long that she became disillusioned and unresponsive to everything.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed, while she might have been a patient of Dr. Kelly’s, Fu Qian couldn’t find a reason why she should be taking a tranquilizer.

If her spirit was already crushed, what was there left to calm?

“Thank you.”

While puzzled, Fu Qian politely thanked her and sat down on the seat opposite her.

At this moment, it was clear why there were two cups–the second one was obviously meant for Bernard.

Fu Qian remembered that Bernard also had this habit; this must be one of the few sentiments left after enduring endless devastation.

“Are you… Fu Qian?”

It was then that Aunt Rosetta seemed to finally notice something, regarding Fu Qian with a fixed gaze, and after a moment, she exclaimed.

“How come you’re here?”

A good question, and actually one I wanted to ask myself.

“I’m now Dr. Kelly’s assistant.”

Amidst the reverie, Fu Qian placed all four paper bags on the table.

“Delivering tranquilizers to a patient.”

Tranquilizers? A patient?

Rosetta’s expression undoubtedly fell into deep confusion.

“The flavor is good.”

Seeing her reaction, Fu Qian didn’t rush to say much more, but instead took a sip of the coffee.

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“But it’s still slightly inferior to the one you left in the bookstore.”

“You drank the coffee from the bookstore too?”

After Rosetta caught on to what Fu Qian was saying, an unmistakable joy emerged in her bewildered eyes.

To her, these evanescent connections seemed to hold significant meaning.

“That’s wonderful! I’m glad you liked it.”