Chapter 1329: Transient Amnesia

In the restroom, Fan Jie first splashed his face with water to sober himself up.

His tolerance for alcohol was decent, but he had been living too stifled a life lately.

On top of that, after arriving in the capital, so many people had urged him to drink that he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Alcohol is a strange thing; when you're happy, the more you drink, the more excited and clear-headed you become.

But if you're feeling stifled and have things weighing on your mind, even someone with a high tolerance will get drunk very quickly.

The icy water splashed on his face helped clear his somewhat muddled head quite a bit.

He then turned to face the urinal, unbuckled his belt, and just as he was feeling the relief of urinating, he sensed someone come up beside him.

He didn't pay it any mind, feeling his distended bladder quickly returning to normal; that sense of relief made him narrow his eyes slightly.

"Your name is Fan Jie?"

Fan Jie froze, then felt his hair at the back of his head being grabbed, followed by a surge of great force that pushed his head and slammed it heavily against the wall.

"Bang!"

Fan Jie let out a muffled groan, his vision went black, and immediately after, his scalp tightened as he was dragged to the side by his hair, his head then shoved into the urinal.

A foul, pungent, and fishy mixture, combined with sticky, unidentifiable slop, was forced into his mouth.

It immediately triggered a violent reaction in his stomach, churning repeatedly, and he opened his mouth to vomit.

That same foul, pungent, and fishy mixture, combined with the unidentifiable substance, was forced into his mouth once again.

This made him immediately clamp his mouth shut, desperately struggling while fighting the churning in his stomach.

But his lower back was pinned, leaving him with no strength to use; no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

His lungs felt like they were about to explode, and as time passed, the sensation of suffocation grew increasingly intense.

He had never imagined that there would come a day when he would be this close to death.

"Glug, glug, glug..."

Fan Jie couldn't hold it anymore and opened his mouth to breathe, but the moment he did, the foul, pungent, and fishy unknown substance was desperately forced into his mouth.

"Hehehe!"

At that moment, a demonic laugh rang out in his ear.

"I heard you're pretty hot stuff in Ganjiang Province, making up rules for whoever comes your way. Today, now that you're in the capital, I'll let you know the rules here. Even if you are the grandson of that old fossil Fan Zhenyu, in the capital, you're nothing but a maggot wriggling in a cesspit."

Fan Jie's chest felt like it was about to explode, his brain began to swim, his strength to struggle grew weaker and weaker, and he saw his deceased mother beckoning to him.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"Mom, save me."

Fan Jie was screaming frantically in his heart for his mother to save him, but his thoughts had already begun to stall, and soon his brain lost consciousness.

"How come Xiao Jie hasn't come back yet?" the youth with the acne-covered face said, then stood up: "I'll go take a look."

This guy pushed open the private room door and saw a somewhat familiar figure enter the room across the hall; before he could look closely, the door slammed shut with a bang.

He was a bit tipsy and thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he didn't pay much attention. He started walking, swaying as he headed toward the restroom.

When he walked into the restroom and saw Fan Jie lying on the floor, his face covered in filth, his body shuddered violently, and he sobered up by more than half.

"Fan Jie?"

The acne-faced youth lunged over in two steps, wanting to see how Fan Jie was doing, but as soon as he got close, a foul stench hit his nose.

It was as if the soles of this guy's feet had springs installed; he jumped high into the air and hopped back two steps.

Then he turned and ran back, slamming open the private room door with a bang: "Something... something's happened."

Tong Huaiyu and the others froze, but Fan Yu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he stood up in a flash.

"Did something happen to Xiao Jie?"

The acne-faced youth nodded: "Fan Jie, Fan Jie he..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Fan Yu ran out.

Seeing this, the others followed him out.

The acne-faced youth finally caught his breath: "In the restroom!"

When Fan Yu arrived at the restroom and saw Fan Jie lying there, neither dead nor alive, his eyes were splitting with rage.

"Xiao Jie!"

Fan Jie might have heard his shout, as his body twitched once, his upper body jerked upward, and his mouth suddenly flew open.

It was unclear what it was, but it sprayed wildly from his mouth, smelling foul and unbearable.

Tong Huaiyu covered his nose, his expression terrifyingly gloomy.

"Call an ambulance, hurry."

A young man beside him turned and ran out to go back to the private room to get the brick phone.

Fan Jie vomited mouthful after mouthful, and the smell inside the restroom grew increasingly thick.

"Ugh!"

One guy couldn't stand the nausea in his heart anymore and vomited with a 'wah' sound.

Once he vomited, the others' expressions became very ugly, and suppressing the nausea in their hearts, they turned and ran out.

Fan Yu couldn't really stand it either, but the person lying on the ground was his younger brother, even if not by blood.

Yet their relationship was the best among all the brothers in their Fan family.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Fan Jie coughed violently, vomiting as he coughed, then slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao Jie!"

Fan Yu squatted down, but looking at Fan Jie's state, he ultimately lacked the courage to reach out and help him up.

"Big Brother!" Fan Jie looked very weak, his face full of confusion.

A thick murderous intent flashed in Fan Yu's eyes: "What exactly happened?"

Fan Jie's brain was still short-circuiting; he actually couldn't remember what had happened, and the more he thought, the more his head hurt, his expression one of extreme pain.

"Xiao Jie!" Fan Yu looked worried: "What's wrong, where are you uncomfortable?"

Fan Jie hammered his head hard with both hands: "I... I don't know what happened just now, but I saw Mom, and there was a demon whispering something in my ear."

Fan Yu's face turned ashen instantly; could Fan Jie's brain have been damaged? How was he supposed to explain this to his grandfather?

Guo Zidan walked over and said softly: "It should be temporary amnesia caused by cerebral hypoxia; it shouldn't be a problem. Once the ambulance arrives, take him to the hospital for a check-up; he'll definitely remember."

Fan Yu had no other choice regarding this matter and could only comfort Fan Jie while waiting for the ambulance.

About ten minutes later, two nurses and a doctor arrived with a stretcher.

But seeing Fan Jie in this state, the three of them had their faces twisted into a knot, standing there motionless.

Fan Yu, who was already fuming, immediately found an outlet for his anger.

"Motherf***er, what are you looking at? Why aren't you hurrying to put him on the stretcher? If anything happens to my brother, every single one of you can forget about having a good life for the rest of your damn days."

Doctors in this era still had a strong sense of medical ethics, and although Fan Jie looked truly difficult to handle, they still suppressed the discomfort in their stomachs and helped the two nurses lift Fan Jie onto the stretcher.

It was just that as soon as the ambulance arrived, many guests saw it and curiously ran over to watch the spectacle, blocking the restroom completely.

When Fan Jie was carried out, the crowd of onlookers immediately retreated.

This is too damn foul; did he fall into a cesspit?

"Oh my, isn't this the Ganjiang King, Fan Zhenyu's grandson, Fan Jie? Does this guy have a hobby of eating shit?"

A sarcastic voice rang out in the crowd. ===== CHAPTER 1330 =====