My American magical life
Chapter 50 - 50 50 Is someone who accompanies you through tough times a blessing

50: Chapter 50: Is someone who accompanies you through tough times a blessing?

50: Chapter 50: Is someone who accompanies you through tough times a blessing?

Cheng Daqi had no shortage of experience with strong painkillers in his past life, after all, he had cancer.

But the pills he took back then were only 100mg each.

It was only after drinking Vicodin that he thought to check the active ingredient content per tablet of this painkiller.

The result was a big surprise from the American pharmaceutical company—650mg.

Super-concentrated medication, one pill was stronger than six.

Opiates are opiates, and opioid derivatives are highly addictive.

In the moment he saw the dosage, Cheng Daqi could clearly feel his heart flutter.

The fifth day in Saint Rodu was truly magical; he hadn’t even left his tent, and today’s video material was already brimming.

Without giving it too much thought, Cheng Daqi immediately opened Google.

In China, when in doubt, ask XX; in America, when in doubt, ask Google.

After browsing through various webpages and forums, Cheng Daqi’s uneasy heart finally settled down.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

The addictive nature of such extract painkillers was not significant.

The dose in one pill was large, but as long as he didn’t continue taking them, there would be no risk of addiction.

And those in America who became addicted to painkillers were mostly those who did not follow medical advice and overdosed.

He had only just made contact with the drug today and was far from becoming addicted.

“Chan, are you okay?

Why do you look so pale after taking the medicine?”

Sani squatted outside Cheng Daqi’s tent, asking with concern.

Sani didn’t understand medicine either; she thought there was something wrong with her medication.

“It’s okay, Sani, the medicine works well.

Although it’s no use for a cold, my body really doesn’t hurt as much,” Cheng Daqi touched his forehead, realizing that the fever had not subsided, and replied helplessly.

He really had no better solution; painkillers don’t cure colds.

However, as video material, now was indeed the perfect time to shoot a video.

Cheng Daqi handed the phone to Sani with a smile, saying,

“Please take a picture of me with my eyes closed, lying in the blanket.

Thank you.”

He was going fishing, the kind that uses your life as bait.

After falling ill, many internet personalities would choose to release a ‘sick episode.’

Those episodes might not go viral, but they had a high base of traffic.

Those mocking death could come in waves, and those wishing speedy recoveries were another tide; harvesting them back and forth, he had it firmly in hand.

“It’s the first time I’ve heard such a strange request.

You should rest properly, maybe you’ll feel better after a sleep,” Sani complained, but she took the picture according to Cheng Daqi’s request.

“You don’t understand, this is the code for traffic.

Do you know what traffic code is?”

Taking back the phone, Cheng Daqi selected from the few photos Sani had taken the one that best highlighted his frailty and started the editing process.

“What traffic code?

Are you talking about the WIFI password?”

Sani shifted her position from squatting to sitting sideways, looking perplexedly at her sick neighbor.

“No, never mind, it’s too complicated to explain,”

While searching for the right music for his sick photo, Cheng Daqi replied.

Just one photo was not enough for a video, but it was certainly enough for a fishing mini-episode.

He chose a mournful suona melody to fully impact the viewers’ emotions and was satisfied as he posted it on TikTok.

He nonchalantly added the text: ‘Waking up in America, feeling sore all over, am I going to leave this world in such a failure?’

Sometimes, Cheng Daqi really admired his own dedication to his career.

Just moments ago, he was in terrible pain, and now he was already adding bricks to his business using his illness as material.

“What do you want for lunch?

I’ll buy it for you,” Sani’s words interrupted Cheng Daqi’s contemplation, and he hadn’t expected his little neighbor to be so generous.

Not all of America’s homeless are penniless.

Apart from those who had lost the will and were addicted to drugs, most normal homeless people kept some emergency cash on hand.

American-style muggings with guns to your head are a classic adventure on the US server.

Homeless people always left themselves some life-saving money since they live on the streets.

That Sani was willing to buy Cheng Daqi a meal today showed that in her heart, Cheng Daqi had some status.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not offering you a free meal.

You’ll have to pay me back!”

Seeing Cheng Daqi’s soft gaze, Sani felt the need to clarify.

She wasn’t the kind to be easily taken advantage of!

“Well, actually, I’m fine with just ham, but could you find me some cleaner clothes?

See if they’re giving away clothes at noon and get me a set,” Cheng Daqi replied.

He had been sleeping in his clothes for the past few days to be ready to flee at any sign of danger during the night.

But he was sick last night and sweated profusely, and now he smelled.

Not changing clothes was really uncomfortable.

As for when the cold might improve, and whether there was a need to seek help from Lisa or someone else, it could wait for a day to see.

The common cold comes in two types, viral and bacterial, and Cheng Daqi now had to wait a day to see which type he had.

If the symptoms did not alleviate after a day, it would be bacterial, and he would need help.

If there was some relief, it would be viral, and he could fight it off slowly himself.

Since the painkiller had now taken effect, what he needed was to have a meal first, and then get good rest.

“All right, I’ll go find something at the thrift store.

Those are clothes I wouldn’t even usually buy for myself!

Later, I’ll send you pictures of the styles, and you can choose from your phone.”

Sani said, returning to her own tent.

When she came back out, she was holding her power bank and her cherished ham.

“Here, take this.

You must leave me half of the ham.

I was saving it for Christmas, but now it’s your lucky day.”

Sani, my Angel!

From his very first day in America, Cheng Daqi was lucky to have such a great bro as a neighbor, but he never imagined Sani would help him this much.

After experiencing so much in his previous life, this was the first time in his new life Cheng Daqi felt what it was like to have someone help him through the lows.

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

At the most desperate and destitute time in his two lifetimes, having such a sister there to help made Cheng Daqi feel incredibly lucky.

He intended to thank Sani, but in the end, all his thoughts just revolved in his mind, and when he actually spoke, he only said one sentence.

“Thank you, Sani.”

Upon hearing Cheng Daqi’s murmured thanks, Sani showed an almost imperceptible start of surprise, then quickly smiled and replied.

“What’s there to thank me for?

I just don’t want you to die.

After the neighbor I had before you, Lao Deng, died, I had nightmares for days.”

Black sis knew just the right thing to say.

Unable to help himself, Cheng Daqi gave her a glare, feeling like his grateful mood had just been squandered.

“Be careful on your own, and don’t worry about the money.

I’ll pay you back double in a while!”

It was just yesterday that he had sunk all his money into something, or else Cheng Daqi could have easily gone to Chinatown for treatment.

In America, Chinese medicine clinics are scattered throughout every major Chinatown, but in Saint Rodu, a fifteen-minute consultation won’t cost you five or six thousand Dollars.

“Double?

You’re the one who said it,” Sani confirmed with a surprise.

“Triple,” Cheng Daqi responded.

In his past life, he was a domineering boss.

With the tens of thousands of dollars soon to reach his account, would he care about a bit of money?

“Can I ask one more time if it could go up to quintuple?” Sani had a flicker of temptation.

She wanted to exploit a bug.

“Go on, I’m going to sleep!”

“Fine, fine,” Sani relented reluctantly.

Black sis glared at Cheng Daqi one last time before turning and walking away.

…………..

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