Chapter 52: Is the One Who Accompanies You Through the Low Points a Blessing?

Cheng Daqi hadn't spared much of strong painkillers in his previous life, after all, he had suffered from cancer.

But back then, he had only taken doses of 100mg each.

After drinking An Ding Weike Ding, he remembered to check the effective ingredient content of this painkiller.

To his surprise, the American pharmaceutical company gave him a big surprise - 650mg.

Super concentrated medicine, one tablet is stronger than six.

Opiates are opioids, and opiate extracts are highly addictive.

At the moment he saw the dosage, Cheng Daqi could clearly feel his heart tremble.

The fifth day in St. Louis was truly magical. Before he even left the tent in the morning, the video materials for today were already full.

Without much time to think, Cheng Daqi went straight to Google.

When in doubt, ask Google abroad.

After browsing through various websites and forums, Cheng Daqi's restless heart finally settled down.

Fortunately, very fortunately.

The addictive nature of such extracts is not significant, although the dose per tablet is large, as long as they are not continued to be taken, there is no risk of addiction.

And most of the Americans addicted to painkillers are those who do not follow medical advice and take excessive doses.

He was only exposed to it for the first time today, far from being considered addictive.

"Chan, are you okay? Why does your face look so bad after taking the medicine?"

Black girl half squatted outside Cheng Daqi's tent, asking with concern.

Sani didn't know medicine either. She thought there was something wrong with her medicine.

"It's okay, Sani, this medicine works very well. Although it's not effective for colds, my body doesn't hurt as much."

Cheng Daqi touched his forehead and found that the high temperature had not gone down, so he replied helplessly.

He really had no other way. Painkillers couldn't cure a cold.

But as for video material, now was indeed a good time to shoot.

Cheng Daqi handed the phone to Sani with a smile.

"Take a picture of me lying in bed with my eyes closed under the blanket, please."

He wanted to fish, the kind where he risked his life to cast the net.

After all, many internet celebrities would release a special episode when they fell ill.

Such episodes generally don't go viral, but they have a high base flow.

There's a big wave of ridicule and a big wave of wishes for a speedy recovery, back and forth, steadily harvesting.

"This is the first time I've heard someone make such a strange request. You should rest well. Maybe a nap will do the trick."

While Sani kept complaining, she followed Cheng Daqi's request and took pictures.

"You don't understand. This is a traffic password. Do you know what a traffic password is?"

Taking the phone, Cheng Daqi replied while selecting the picture that best highlighted his weakness from the ones Sani took, and then started editing.

"What traffic password? Are you talking about the WiFi password?"

The black girl changed her posture from squatting to sitting sideways, looking puzzled at her sick neighbor.

"No, forget it. It's hard to explain to you."

As he looked for music to accompany his sick photo, Cheng Daqi replied.

Just one picture was not enough to make a video, but as a fishing special, it was enough.

He chose a suona piece, fully impacting the viewers' hearts, and happily posted it on TikTok.

With a caption 'Waking up in America, feeling sore all over. Will I fail and leave this world like this?'

Sometimes Cheng Daqi really admired his own business acumen. Just now he was in pain, and now he was already adding bricks to his career by using his illness as material.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll buy it for you."

Sani's words interrupted Cheng Daqi's thoughts. He didn't expect his little neighbor to be so generous.

Not all American homeless people are penniless.

Apart from those who have lost their will to live like parasites, most normal homeless people keep some emergency cash.

Getting a gun pointed at your head is a classic American robbery experience. Long-term street dwellers always keep some money for self-preservation.

Sani was willing to treat Cheng Daqi to lunch today, which showed that Cheng Daqi still had some status in her heart.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not treating you to a free meal. You have to pay me back later!"

Seeing Cheng Daqi's gentle gaze, Sani felt she could explain herself.

She wasn't someone who could easily be taken advantage of for a free meal!

"Okay, actually, I'm fine with just ham, but could you help me find some cleaner clothes? See if there are any clothes distributed at noon, and help me get a set."

Cheng Daqi had been wearing clothes to sleep these days so he could run away at any time in the night.

But he sweated a lot last night when he got sick, and now he smelled.

It was really uncomfortable not to change clothes.

As for when his cold would get better and whether he needed to ask Lisa or someone else for help, he could wait a day to see.

Common colds are divided into two types, viral and bacterial. Cheng Daqi needed to wait a day to see which one he had.

If his symptoms didn't improve after a day, it was bacterial and he needed help.

If there was some relief, it was viral and he could manage on his own.

Now that the painkillers were working, what he needed was to eat a meal first and then rest well.

"Okay, I'll go to the thrift store and look for some. I usually don't even buy them for myself! I'll send you the styles later, and you can pick from your phone."

Sani said as she returned to her tent, coming out again with her power bank and her prized ham.

"This is for you. But you have to save me half of the ham. I was planning to save it for Christmas, but I'll give you a discount."

Sani was such a little angel!

Since the first day in America, Cheng Daqi had been grateful to have such a good bro neighbor like her, but he never thought Sani could help him so much.

With so many experiences in his previous life, Cheng Daqi experienced for the first time in this life what it felt like to have someone accompany him through the low points.

Without Sani, could he have adapted so quickly to life on the streets of America?

At the lowest and most desperate times of his two lifetimes, with such a little sister to help him, Cheng Daqi truly felt he was lucky.

He wanted to thank Sani, but in the end, all his thoughts turned and when he opened his mouth, he just said one sentence.

"Thank you, Sani."

Hearing Cheng Daqi's murmured thanks, Sani's expression froze for a moment, then she quickly smiled back.

"What's there to thank me for? I just don't want you to die. The neighbor before you, that old man, I had nightmares for days after he died."

The black girl knew how to respond.

Cheng Daqi couldn't help but glare at her, feeling touched for nothing just now.

"Be careful on your own, you don't have to worry about the money. I'll pay you back double in a while!"

Just yesterday, I put all my savings in, otherwise Cheng Daqi could have gone straight to Chinatown for treatment.

There are Chinese medicine clinics all over Chinatown in the United States. A Chinese doctor in St. Louis wouldn't charge $56 in fifteen minutes.

"Double, that's what you said." Sani confirmed with surprise.

"Triple." Cheng Daqi was a big shot in his past life, with tens of thousands of dollars coming in after a while. Would he care about this small amount?

"Let me ask you again, can you increase it to five times?" Sani was eager to push her luck.

"Go on, I'm going to sleep!"

"Alright, alright."

With a glare at Cheng Daqi, Sani turned and left.