Chapter 684: Just a Good Person

This...

Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Then, that butcher-like Doctor, wearing a White Uniform with his chest exposed, strode out, looking as fierce as a demon.

He glared viciously at "himself," his tone filled with disdain and contempt.

Ji Xiang sighed; in a fantasy novel, this kind of person would be a background character who wouldn't survive three chapters. Once they lived for twenty thousand words, readers would drop the book.

Really, why do such idiots always exist in reality?

"I told you to send the shift handover details to the group early, but you fucking sent a blurry photo where you can't even see the words. Did you do it on purpose! Did you!!"

As he spoke, he grabbed "himself" by the hair.

A sharp pain radiated from the top of his head.

Ji Xiang frowned.

In an instant, he thought of Zhao Zhe, the social butterfly and chatterbox Patient.

This must have been how Zhao Zhe lived his days back in Yuanliao.

It was rare that he could keep smiling; that mindset was truly something else.

"I do what I say, but you fucking don't do a single human thing. Since you want to get me killed, then I'll give you something to remember."

The butcher-like Doctor dragged "himself" by the hair to the restroom.

He shoved "himself's" head into the toilet.

The toilet hadn't been flushed by whichever Patient had used it last, and the stench of urine was pungent... the smell of urine had already drilled into his nose, and even into his mouth.

Ji Xiang was furious.

But "himself" did not resist; perhaps he had resisted in the past, but it was useless.

As for the specific reason, Ji Xiang did not know.

After taking another heavy kick to the back, "himself" couldn't hold his breath and choked on a few mouthfuls of the urine in the toilet.

"If you're a man, say what you're unhappy about to my face. If you play dirty again, don't blame me for being unkind!" the butcher Doctor roared sternly.

Other Doctors and Nurses watched this scene like walking corpses; no one said a kind word for "himself," and no one pulled the butcher Doctor away to stop this bullying.

As the people dispersed, "himself" sat beside the toilet, his vision filled with those bloodshot white eyeballs, and the voice of the White-Clothed Woman echoed in his ears—I~ am~ so~ hungry~

Although it was daytime, Ji Xiang felt as if it were a parade of a hundred ghosts.

After coughing for a long time, "himself" managed to stand up and began to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

After dry-heaving for a while, "himself" saw that the time had come and could only wipe his face haphazardly before heading to the Doctor's Office.

In front of Lao Zhuren, the butcher Doctor lost his hostility; he was as docile as a little lamb, his face full of sycophancy as he took small, mincing steps.

Fucking hell!

Ji Xiang cursed inwardly.

Although the photo taken wasn't very clear, it was enough; the morning handover passed peacefully, no black mist appeared around Lao Zhuren, and that White-Clothed Woman did not appear either.

But "himself's" vision was still filled with white sclera and dense bloodshot veins.

The voice still echoed in his ears—I~ am~ so~ hungry~

It was like being in hell.

Ji Xiang could no longer tell if this was the human world or hell.

Perhaps, this is a living hell?

A dull and uneventful day passed; Ji Xiang felt that after "himself" was bullied, neither colleagues, Patients, nor Family Members seemed to notice, going about their business as usual, with not even a look of contempt present.

Back home, "himself" specifically took a bath and brushed his teeth vigorously, as if doing so meant the morning's events had never happened.

Although "himself" had summoned the courage to confront the White-Clothed Woman that morning, he was still scared to death after the scene had passed.

He set his alarm for a time earlier than six-thirty, but later than today.

The next morning, after waking up, "himself" walked quickly to the hospital.

However, "himself" did not go straight in, but waited for the sun to slowly rise in the east; only when the first ray of sunlight spilled down did he walk into the hospital to photograph the handover records.

Ji Xiang could not understand why "himself" was so persistent in doing this one thing.

But whenever he had doubts in his heart, Zhao Zhe's face would appear before him, just like that White-Clothed Woman.

Perhaps, this is a sense of responsibility and mission?

Or is it just that "himself" is simply a good person?

Ji Xiang thought of an extremely absurd idea.

The sunlight spilled down, the White-Clothed Woman did not appear, and "himself" safely photographed the contents recorded in the handover book and sent them to the group.

The butcher Doctor and Lao Zhuren didn't give "himself" any trouble either, and the day passed just like that.

"Himself" seemed to have found a path to clear the level without damage, waking up at a fixed time every day, and waiting for the sunlight to spill down and illuminate the earth before going to take photos.

Days passed one by one.

Every day was dull and tedious, and every day was extremely difficult to endure.

But Ji Xiang did not leave; he keenly noticed that things were about to change—autumn had left, and winter had arrived.

The sun rose later every day, and he watched as the time of the photos sent to the group changed from just before six to six-twenty, six-twenty-one...

"Himself" did not want to face the White-Clothed Woman, but "himself" also wanted to photograph the handover details.

And what after that?

Ji Xiang seemed to have forgotten that this was only Empathy.

A few days later, "himself" waited for the sun to come out to take photos, and Ji Xiang kept his eyes on the time.

The time "himself" uploaded the photo became 6:32!

Finally, the safe and sound pattern was broken.

Arriving at the department again, Ji Xiang was already prepared.

The butcher-like Doctor did not let Ji Xiang down; as soon as "he" walked into the Duty Room, "he" was grabbed by the hair and dragged out.

"Three days without a beating and you're already tearing the roof tiles off; are your hides itching for a thrashing, you motherfucker!" the butcher-like Doctor roared.

In the corridor,

Doctors, Nurses, Patients, and Family Members walked back and forth in silence, like walking corpses; they did not gather to watch, nor did they gossip, as if "he" and the butcher-like Doctor did not exist at all.

"You can't even do such a small thing right, what use are you!"

Bang~

"You're getting later and later every day, do you think I don't know?"

Bang~

"You're doing this on purpose, trying to show off how capable you are in front of the Director without anyone noticing!"

Bang~

With every sentence the butcher-like Doctor spoke, he grabbed "his" head and slammed it against the wall.

Ji Xiang could feel that at the very beginning "he" had wanted to protect "himself," but soon "he" gave up all struggle, as if feeling utterly disheartened.

The butcher-like Doctor roared many sentences, becoming more furious as he spoke, and dragging "him" by the hair, he arrived at the restroom again.

He shoved "his" head into the toilet, unbuckled his belt, and relieved himself thoroughly.

As the warm stream of water splashed onto his cheeks, Ji Xiang felt the humiliation. Yet "he" was like someone numb, not even struggling, letting that person do whatever he wanted to "him."

That person buckled his belt and kicked the back of "his" head, shoving "his" face into the water in the toilet.

"You son of a bitch, if you play me for a fool again, guess what will happen?" he asked, full of mockery.

(End of chapter)