Chapter 683: I~Am~So~Hungry~

The strange occurrences did not end there; Ji Xiang noticed—everyone seemed to have forgotten the existence of the doctor whose neck had been twisted and broken.

It was as if he had never appeared at all, and Ji Xiang subsequently discovered that the patients managed by the clinical department were perfectly accounted for, with no situation where work could not proceed due to the loss of one person.

"We don't miss you, if you don't want to work, get lost," Ji Xiang thought of this phrase.

Facts proved that this phrase seemed to be true.

At the very least, it was true for the vast majority of people.

A dull and boring day; all the doctors worked like walking corpses, with no smiles on their faces.

Their speech was insipid, their faces hateful.

"Self" worked with head down until getting off work, left the hospital, found a quiet place to sit down at random, and pulled out a cigarette.

As "self" smoked, "self" began to cry.

In this bizarre world, Ji Xiang could not perceive the thoughts of "self"; he watched silently as "self" wept, as if "self" were blaming himself in his heart.

If only,

If only one could arrive a few minutes earlier,

If only one hadn't had a nightmare and hadn't overslept,

If only...

Countless "if onlys."

If none of these existed, that vanished doctor would not have disappeared.

"Self" cried for a long time, finally wiped away the tears, and walked home in a daze.

The footsteps were heavy, the breathing was rapid; Ji Xiang even suspected whether "self" had some kind of illness.

Right, there must be an illness; this is Empathy for a patient with Mental Illness, Ji Xiang suddenly remembered this point.

When he thought of this, Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

This world is gloomy and terrifying; should he choose to leave?

After hesitating for a long time, Ji Xiang pondered repeatedly, but in the end, he still did not choose to leave.

The system NPC had said that he had experienced hundreds of instances of Empathy for patients with Mental Illness.

And this one was the simplest of them all.

That stubborn, unyielding spirit from the depths of his heart surged up; Ji Xiang pursed his lips and stubbornly chose to continue the Empathy.

"Self" set an alarm before going to sleep, with the time set for exactly five o'clock in the morning.

Ji Xiang understood why "self" would do this.

He is a good person.

A good person?

What use is being a good person?

Zhao Zhe is a good person, but in the end, he is still inevitably destined to become an old Attending Physician.

Meng Qingfei is also a good person, but in the end, he still has to sink into the Emergency Department.

"Self" is also a good person; Ji Xiang doesn't need to look to guess his final outcome.

Time passed, and the next morning, the alarm clock woke "self" up.

"Self" seized the time to wash up and walked quickly out of the Rental House.

Because it was still early, the street was incomparably cold and quiet.

The young people who were racing sports cars and tearing up the streets last night had just entered their dreams, the elderly doing morning exercises hadn't risen yet, and only "self" walked quickly through the pitch-black night.

The neon lights of the Jinghai City First People's Hospital were still flickering; "self" did not look, only intent on hurrying along.

Arriving at the department, after walking in, Ji Xiang saw the shift handover logbook placed at the Nurses' Station, but the Nurses' Station was empty.

"Self" did not seem surprised by this.

Opening the shift handover logbook, last night had been quite busy; 9 patients were admitted with various diagnoses, and Ji Xiang even saw a rare diagnosis of carotid artery intimal avulsion syndrome.

"Self" took out a mobile phone.

Just at this moment, the light flickered suddenly.

Not knowing if there was a problem with the process of blinking or if the light really flickered, in the instant of alternating light and dark, Ji Xiang saw a shadow on the screen of the phone that hadn't been turned on yet!

It was that White-Clothed Woman!

She was standing right behind "self"!

Damn it!

The hair on Ji Xiang's back stood up, and he subconsciously entered a combat state.

If Ji Xiang could do something, he would probably have already turned around with a high kick, wanting to fight that White-Clothed Woman to the death.

Regardless of whether it was useful, he had to do something.

But Ji Xiang could do nothing.

"Self" was completely unaware, having no idea that the White-Clothed Woman had appeared behind him.

The light was still flickering; it was not an illusion.

"Self" was also a bit strange and turned his head to look at the light overhead.

However, the moment he turned his head, "self" saw a pair of eyes!

There were no pupils, only sclera, and the sclera was densely covered with bloodshot veins, "staring" straight at "self" and "watching."

"Self" was given a fright, moved a step backward, and the back of his head hit the wall.

Crack!

The light emitted a faint sound during the process of brightening and dimming.

"Self" blocked in front of himself with both hands, extremely terrified, but there was nowhere to escape.

I~ am~ so~ hungry~

The White-Clothed Woman's mouth did not move, but Ji Xiang heard a ghastly voice drift over.

The sound floated right by his ear, as if his eardrums were receiving low-frequency information.

At the same time, the lights in the corridor began to alternate between bright and dim, flickering and becoming the background for the White-Clothed Woman.

I~ am~ so~ hungry~

A drifting voice entered his ears, and before his eyes was a sclera densely covered in bloodshot veins. The white eyeball was filled with the scent of death; even Ji Xiang felt fear welling up inside him at the sight of this scene.

If he could move, Ji Xiang knew he would turn on his heel and run, fleeing this damned place.

But "himself" did not.

"Himself" summoned his courage, straightened his body, and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry, I need to take a photo," "himself" said softly to the White-Clothed Woman.

Picking up the phone that had fallen to the ground, even though his hands were shaking uncontrollably, "himself" still insisted on taking half a step forward.

The White-Clothed Woman seemed to teleport, maintaining a consistent distance from "himself," so that the two did not collide even though "himself" had taken half a step.

"Himself's" trembling hands began to press the shutter button, and after photographing the shift handover record, he bowed again before turning and leaving with feigned composure.

Walking out of the department, "himself" did not have time to look back and ran for his life.

So "himself" also knew fear, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

Yet he did not mock "himself," only feeling that "himself" was truly a good person.

In that moment of summoning courage, Ji Xiang felt "himself" had become much taller.

After running out of the hospital, "himself" finally steadied his mind and looked back; the neon lights of Jinghai City People's Hospital were flickering, as if nothing had happened.

It stared coldly, indifferent and arrogant, as if everything in the world were but straw dogs.

No, Ji Xiang immediately rejected this view. It was not everything in the world, but the doctors and nurses who worked here and were exploited who were the straw dogs.

Seeing that the White-Clothed Woman was not following, "himself" sat down on the ground with a thud and began to gasp for air.

Just like a fish thrown onto the shore, Ji Xiang could even feel the sensation of a narrow escape from death.

After resting for a few minutes, "himself" hurriedly sent the photo to the group chat, then went home to wash up, eat breakfast, and begin previewing the Medical Record.

A dull and boring day began again; Ji Xiang did not know what the meaning of this work was, nor did he know why "himself" did not leave this hellhole.

"Are you fucking doing this on purpose!"

As soon as "himself" arrived at the department and opened the door to the Duty Room, he was kicked out.

(End of chapter)