Chapter 682: Bullying

"Self" was studying very earnestly, and Ji Xiang followed along to watch.

Since he was idle anyway, learning some knowledge about the Neurology Department wasn't bad.

"Self" was eating while studying, eyes constantly fixed on the content searched on professional websites on the phone.

Time was tight, but it seemed alright.

In the Neurology Department, not receiving 10 Patients in a night didn't count as anything; compared to the Urology Department, the Neurology Department was a hellish existence.

Such a low volume of Patients today didn't count as anything to the Neurology doctors.

After finishing his meal, he hurried to the hospital; just as "Self" walked into the department, a large hand suddenly pinned him against the wall.

"Ji Xiang, are you fucking trying to die!" A burly man wearing a White Uniform, looking like a gorilla in a White Uniform, roared in a lowered voice.

"..."

Ji Xiang was stunned.

What kind of situation was this?

"Self" seemed to frequently suffer from such things and was not surprised, but rather slightly afraid.

Bullying?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

In such a bizarre world, there was actually bullying.

"I rushed and hurried to finish reading the diagnostic Medical Records of the patients for the shift handover, and I was almost late." That doctor said fiercely, "If you send the handover records to the group this late again tomorrow, see how I deal with you!"

"..."

"Self" kept his head down, not saying a word, and Ji Xiang was also taken aback.

What kind of business was this!

Using one's own time to photograph the shift handover records so that colleagues had enough time to preview them, avoiding being hung up and scolded by the director, was a good deed.

Not being thanked was one thing, but one couldn't bully "Self" over this matter, could they.

It was truly unreasonable; why was that doctor who looked like a Tufu so domineeringly unhappy just because he was a little late.

As for "Self," Ji Xiang thought he was similar to an old Attending Physician like Zhao Zhe.

Usually bullied to the extreme in the department, he wouldn't say a word, just chuckled. When he "fished" Zhao Zhe out of the hospital in Yuanliao back then, he was exactly like that.

Later, when arranging programs, Zhao Zhe's former colleagues brought people to see a doctor and showed him no respect either.

Old Attending Physicians were truly a bizarre group, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

"Did you remember!" the Tufu-like doctor asked.

"Self" nodded.

"Earlier tomorrow!"

After saying this, he opened the door to the Duty Room and walked toward the office.

"Self" also changed his clothes, constantly reciting the knowledge related to the diagnoses of the patients for the shift handover in his heart, and hurried to the office.

8 o'clock sharp.

An old doctor walked in with his hands behind his back.

Although he and the System NPC both had their hands behind their backs, his posture gave Ji Xiang a feeling of being overbearing and domineering.

After the shift handover was finished, the director glared, not saying a word, and the doctors under him went to take paper like little lambs, then began to write from memory.

If not for the previous incident of being pinned against the wall, Ji Xiang would have thought it was very strict here, perhaps even harsh.

But now, Ji Xiang watched all of this coldly.

Although it was from a bystander's perspective, Ji Xiang had a very bad feeling.

"Self" was writing from memory very smoothly, but one doctor seemed to have problems, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, his hands shaking slightly.

A black aura vaguely emerged from the director's body, and Ji Xiang frowned as he watched all of this.

He didn't know if the black aura was his own hallucination or...

In just an instant, Ji Xiang's back turned cold.

A figure vaguely appeared within the shroud of the black aura, but Ji Xiang discovered that it seemed no one else saw it except for "Self".

The figure gradually became real behind the director, and Ji Xiang saw it very clearly; it was the White-Clothed Woman he had seen in his dream just when he arrived.

Was this also a dream?

Or was this a fantasy world?

Ji Xiang stared blankly at the woman behind the old director, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart—how good it would be if that woman grabbed the old director by the neck.

In a flash of thought, Ji Xiang began to reflect on his own mistakes.

Ji Xiang could do things like reflecting on himself three times a day, and the old director was just a bit strict; there was no need for him to think like that.

"Time's up." The old director said in a deep voice.

Ji Xiang took a look, 8:15.

Colleagues handed in their papers one after another, but "Self" deliberately dawdled, and the colleague who hadn't finished writing the answers handed his paper to the director.

"This is your answer?" The old director glared, that overbearing, domineering, and unreasonable energy leaping out.

"Director, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you sorry to me, or am I sorry to you? You don't even know the basic principle that chronic alcoholism leads to brain dissolution; what the fuck are you doing!"

"..." The young doctor kept his head down, on the verge of tears.

The White-Clothed Woman behind the old director raised her hand, her fingernails shining like daggers.

Could it be...

An incredible thought flashed through Ji Xiang's mind.

But it also seemed normal; that woman was standing behind the old director, so nothing she did would be surprising.

This must be a dream, it must be.

Ji Xiang was certain this was a dream, a nightmare.

In the gloomy, terrifying, and familiar environment, Ji Xiang gradually lost his way.

"You can't even handle such a small thing; how can anyone feel at ease leaving a patient's life and safety in the hands of someone like you!"

"You still call yourself a Doctor? You're nothing but a Tufu!"

"Get lost, go report to the Personnel Department yourself; I, Wang Chengfa, don't have cowards like you under my command!"

Lao Zhuren roared incessantly, his expression growing increasingly ferocious, and the white hair at his temples lost its kindness, standing up like long spears and halberds as if to pierce that young Doctor through.

And the White-Clothed Woman behind Lao Zhuren had already raised her hands.

"Get out! Someone without a sense of responsibility like you isn't fit to work in Clinical! Get out! Didn't you hear me talking to you? Are you deaf?"

Lao Zhuren scolded sharply.

This time, the White-Clothed Woman did not use her fingernails as blades, nor did she manifest a horse with battle Qi; she grabbed her own head with both hands and twisted it with force.

Crack~

The woman's head turned 270°, and at the same time, the young Doctor's head also turned 270°.

The young Doctor didn't even let out a scream before collapsing limply to the ground.

Ji Xiang's entire body turned cold, and he began to shiver without realizing it. His upper and lower teeth knocked together, making a clattering sound.

Although he was bold and had seen many emergency rescues and Patients lying in pools of blood, Ji Xiang could not accept it in any way when that young Doctor fell right before his eyes.

"Useless," Lao Zhuren tossed out a sentence, glanced at Ji Xiang's paper, and then walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Himself" followed behind Lao Zhuren, his heart trembling; Ji Xiang could feel "himself's" fear.

The White-Clothed Woman dragged the fallen young Doctor away by the legs, and it seemed no one around saw it; both the White-Clothed Woman and the young Doctor seemed to have turned into air.

Ji Xiang slowly closed his eyes; for a moment, Ji Xiang remembered that he was experiencing Empathy. But this thought was not strong; he had already completely sunk in without realizing it, even forgetting what the system NPC had told him about being able to exit at any time.

(End of chapter)