Raw rice becomes cooked rice

Zhou Yuncheng pushed open the wooden door, lifted his feet, and walked in. After he locked the door! He strode up to the second floor.

At this moment, a man in a white robe was sitting in the old office on the second floor. He seemed to be sitting in a chair. His arrival had disturbed someone's cultivation.

"Doctor," Zhou Yuncheng took off his mask and called him in a low voice.

The doctor Who was "sitting" opened his eyes and sized him up after hearing his voice.

The doctor reached out and stroked his goatee, indicating for him to sit down.

"What's the matter?" The doctor said in all seriousness.

After that, she picked up a pen and drew something on it before handing it to him.

"I haven't been well recently. I can't eat or sleep. I'm hallucinating when I walk. I'm not at ease. I keep hearing the phone ring or the door being kicked. What do you think is going on with me?" Zhou Yuncheng felt that he couldn't make it.