Scum Coercion

"Hey……"

I then carefully zipped the pockets so the smell wouldn't escape, and put the two boxes back together.

It was dangerous, because Dad walked out of the toilet after half a minute.

"Huh, it's really cool..."

Dad sat back on the chair by himself, and suddenly moved his nose.

Seeing his reaction, I immediately became nervous.

But before long, he wiped his nose with his finger.

"I have a cold...Damn it."

Huh... so dangerous.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Dad got off work, according to the initial schedule, it seemed to be to celebrate the salary increase of the hospital. Dad and Uncle Zhao were going to take me to have a big meal, but Uncle Zhao seemed to be busy, so Dad took me to his department waiting for him to get off work.

Uncle Zhao and his father have known each other since they were young. It seems that they went to the medical university together and became a doctor. Because of the secret recipes that are unknown in the countryside, they became an attending psychiatrist at a young age. Although I don’t know the details It's kind of like that, but Dad also seems to admire his talent very much.

Covering my pockets nervously with both hands, I looked at Uncle Zhao who was treating the last pair of guests with some annoyance.

Come home quickly, I always feel a little nervous about stealing my father's things.

I muttered like this, and then peeked at Uncle Zhao who was seeing a patient.

"Doctor, my wife is depressed after giving birth, what should I do..."

It was a man who brought his wife to see a doctor.

She was a very simple woman with fair and smooth skin, but as her husband said, she was a little haggard and her eyes were dull.

After looking at it for a while, Uncle Zhao spent another 10 minutes asking and observing before nodding thoughtfully.

"It's mild depression, maybe I need to prescribe some medicine to cooperate with the treatment."

He wrote down the prescription in a swish, with the feeling of a miracle doctor.

And a list was handed to the man, and Uncle Zhao told the man:

"This is a special medicine I researched myself. It is anti-depressant and also has a sleeping effect. One bag a day, remember not to take too much, otherwise it may cause amnesia and mental confusion."

"Yes Yes……"

The man nodded hastily, and led his wife away by the way.

Uncle Zhao, who finally got off work, stretched his waist and walked away towards us.

He patted my head, smiled and said:

"Sunflower is also supervising Dad's work today."

"What are you talking about!"

Dad and he yelled at each other in a good mood and walked out of the clinic building, taking me into the car by the way.

After that, I just sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the scenery outside absent-mindedly.

Then, I cautiously tested Dad.

"Dad, what does it mean to be addicted?"

"Oh, it means inseparable."

"I can't do without..."

My mood couldn't help becoming more dissociated.

It turns out that addiction... is such a beautiful thing, can people not do without it?

Me, I want Jasmine to be addicted to me.

With such pure and ugly thoughts in my arms, I started my own dark road.

Before going to school the next day, I hid the powder in my clothes.

My mother sent me to school that day, and when I got there, I still saw Jasmine, who was the most popular in the class.

As expected of Jasmine, even with an expressionless iceberg face, people still keep posting it, probably she is the proud daughter of heaven.

It's okay Jasmine, if you're addicted to me, you shouldn't have any problems.

I glanced at her and then went to the bathroom.

"Uh... where is the little leaf flower?"

I muttered, and sniffed the powder on the left.

"Ahhh, it stinks!"

It smelled worse than toilets. I couldn't help but let out a scream and threw the powder away in a panic.

And the small leaf pollen on the other side was finally taken out by me.Luckily the pockets are tight and not a lot of powder gets shaken off.

I sprinkled the pollen on myself and tried sniffing it.