Chapter 312: Exhaustion
Heavy! So heavy!
Pain! So painful!
Ji Jian felt his eyelids were as difficult to open as if they had been sewn with glue, his whole body was like filled with lead, he was like sealed in a cement-filled oil drum, unable to move.
“Hangover, is a hangover this uncomfortable?” As soon as Ji Jian woke up, he felt parched, he struggled to get up, but rolled off the bed at once, he wriggled forward like a maggot, crawled to the freezer, took a bottle of mineral water, twisted open the cap with all his strength, and frantically poured water into his mouth like a bottomless pit.
He was like a survivor who had just trekked across the Gobi Desert, unwilling to let go of any drop of water, regarding it as the source of life.
Ji Jian stared at the ceiling, drenched in sweat, as if he had just come out of the gym, he stared at the ceiling, yet the whole world seemed to be spinning around him, murmuring: “Something’s wrong, I didn’t drink that much yesterday, I didn’t even come back drunk… Oh no, could I have drunk fake alcohol?”
Thinking of this, Ji Jian hurriedly propped up his body, crawled back to the bed to get his mobile phone, wanting to remind his colleagues from last night’s dinner and ask about their health.
But when he unlocked the phone screen, he saw the video playback end interface, Ji Jian was stunned for a moment, flashes of bloody terror images replayed in his mind, his hand trembled instantly, and he dropped the phone on the ground.
He clutched his messy hair, every pore on his scalp was trembling with sweat and itchiness, his face showed terror, “What was that thing, what the hell did I experience last night…”
He couldn’t remember all the memories, but the fragmented pieces he could recall were enough to plunge his spirit into the valley bottom of ice, his body felt like falling into an ice cave, shivering all over.
“I… I must be sick.” Ji Jian hurriedly crawled up from the ground, quickly booked an outpatient appointment on his mobile phone, and rushed out to see a doctor.
As an excellent contemporary youth laborer, Ji Jian had a good health concept, which was fear of death… If he felt sick, he would go to the doctor immediately, even the king of heaven couldn’t stop him.
Ji Jian booked an internal medicine slot, casually chose a deputy director’s number, other doctors’ slots were almost all snatched up early in the morning, he could only book wherever there was availability, anyway as long as he could be seen that day.
One hour later, the preliminary result of Ji Jian’s consultation came out.
The old Chinese doctor with gray whiskers took Ji Jian’s pulse, his expression solemn and heavy, the spacetime of the entire consultation room seemed to freeze.
Ji Jian looked at the old Chinese doctor with unease, his back soaked in sweat, hesitating to speak, wanting to ask but not daring to.
The old Chinese doctor glanced sideways at Ji Jian, his eyes showing no emotion, then lowered his head in thought, after a while he looked directly at Ji Jian, and said seriously: “Are you married?”
“…No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Ji Jian’s facial expression changed drastically, “…Doctor, do I have kidney problems?”
The old Chinese doctor coughed lightly a few times, looking serious, “Indeed, and quite serious.”
Ji Jian’s face instantly turned pale: “No… it shouldn’t be, I… I’m usually very restrained, except for staying up late, I rarely even touch alcohol, and I never smoke.”
Hearing this, a trace of sympathy flashed in the old Chinese doctor’s eyes, then he said meaningfully: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll prescribe you some Chinese medicine to regulate, rest well usually, when your vitality recovers, pay attention to keeping up with some exercise, take care of your body.”
Then, the old Chinese doctor gave Ji Jian a form, asking him to go for further tests with instruments, then bring back the test result form for follow-up consultation and final diagnosis.
So Ji Jian ran up and down in the hospital, after all this back and forth, Ji Jian who was already feeling fatigued and unwell felt even weaker, and after a series of tests, his already not wealthy small wallet suffered further wealth loss, he felt heartbroken and inwardly wailed.
During the follow-up consultation, Ji Jian couldn’t help saying to the old Chinese doctor: “Doctor, I’ve had some very terrifying nightmares recently, does this have anything to do with… with my poor health?”
“Yes, poor health makes it easy to have nightmares, usually develop good sleep habits, watch less strange things, don’t stay up late, it will get better slowly, oh right, the prescription I gave you also has sedative and sleep aid effects, which is good for your condition, it will help you sleep better.” The old Chinese doctor comforted, tapped on the computer keyboard, clicked the mouse a few times, printed two pages of prescription for Ji Jian, “Go on, young man.”
Ji Jian remained silent, recalling those overly realistic memory fragments, he felt the dreams he had were not as simple as the doctor said, but he didn’t dare to explain directly, after all, he wasn’t a doctor.
Holding several bags of Chinese medicine back home, Ji Jian saw the bed and could no longer hold up his body, collapsing onto it with a thud.
“So tired… so sleepy… don’t want to do anything, too lazy to think about anything.” Ji Jian could no longer resist closing his fighting eyelids, throwing his body and mind into the endless darkness seen after closing his eyes.
When he woke up again, Ji Jian found it was already pitch black outside, he had slept for more than ten hours in the prone position.
Although his chest felt stuffy and panicked from sleeping prone, Ji Jian felt his body much lighter.
The soreness all over his body was still there but not to the point of making life worse than death like during the day, Ji Jian turned over, lay on his back facing the ceiling, looking at the white ceiling his heart felt hairy, he vaguely felt the ceiling deformed again, some demons and devils about to break free from it, that imagination nearly realistically appeared before his eyes, as if it would really happen the next moment, which made him inexplicably fearfully avert his line of sight.
“There must be something wrong with me…” Ji Jian looked at the dark sky outside the window, lights from thousands of homes brightly lit, his heart complex.
Dazed in a trance, after spacing out for a moment, Ji Jian got up and made himself a simple dinner, instant noodles with egg and vegetables, plus a canned lunch meat, dinner was dealt with so easily, his current body couldn’t support him making more elaborate cuisine.
After dinner, Ji Jian felt his body power recovered some more, after soaking in a hot bath once, he felt his offline body was almost back.
Before sleep, Ji Jian drank a pack of the Chinese medicine prescribed by the doctor, the bitter taste lingered after finishing the whole pack, rinsing his mouth couldn’t alleviate it at all, he could only wait for it to slowly dissipate with time.
Hic!
It was almost midnight after drinking the medicine, yet at this time Ji Jian received a reminder notification of a new message on his mobile phone.
Ji Jian’s whole body trembled violently as if electrocuted, shaking like chaff, he picked up the mobile phone, saw the message “Followed sleep aid blogger video updated” that came into view, his breathing became heavy, his eyes emitted strong fear.
Ji Jian knew very well who was the culprit that turned him into this state, the root of the problem, the starting point of the evil spirits… it was the sleep aid videos published by this blogger.
Those sleep aid videos were filled with real anomalies!
Had dinner with friends, rushed back and hurried to finish typing
