"Someone called your name?" The Fatty couldn't help widening his eyes. He knew some of the Doctor's methods were rather sinister, but surely that didn't mean the Doctor had acquaintances on the other side.
After a moment to collect himself, the Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng and asked carefully, "Could you make out... make out whose voice it was?"
Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the paper bridge. After a long while, he slowly shook his head. "I couldn't tell. The voice was very distant, and hollow—hollow in a way I can't describe. I couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman."
When Jiang Cheng didn't have an answer, the Fatty naturally looked to the others. Li Bai lowered her voice and explained, "We didn't hear anyone calling out to him. He was the only one who heard it. All we heard was noise."
Only the Fatty knew that Jiang Cheng had a special constitution and didn't belong to this world. Perhaps he really had sensed something, but under the circumstances, the Fatty couldn't ask him outright.
Li Bai carefully treated the Fatty's wound and applied fresh medicinal powder. After all that commotion, everyone was exhausted, so they agreed on a watch schedule and gradually went to sleep.
Fortunately, the rest of the night passed peacefully. When the Fatty groggily opened his eyes the next morning, it was already light. Jiang Cheng and the others were sitting around the table, talking in low voices.
"You're all up so early."
As the medicine wore off, the Fatty's foot began to hurt, though the pain was still bearable. He didn't want to hold everyone back.
Seeing that the Fatty had settled down, Jiang Cheng beckoned him over. Only then did the Fatty notice several food boxes on the floor. They