The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Three days later, at the 913 Sanatorium.

On a winter morning, the sky was overcast and gray, as if it were about to snow.

The sanatorium was quieter than usual; even the nurses in the corridors walked with their footsteps softer and spoke in hushed tones.

Around 9 a.m., the special protection area called.

The head nurse answered the phone, listened for a few words, and her expression changed.

She put down the phone, walked to the cabinet in her office, opened the drawer, and took out a small matchbox.

There were several other nurses in the office, organizing medical records and preparing medications.

When the head nurse took out the matchbox, everyone stopped what they were doing, and someone sighed heavily.

"What's with all the sighing?! No job is inherently superior or inferior! Come on, the usual rules." The head nurse's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear: "Draw lots."

She opened the matchbox, inside were several small slips of paper, neatly folded.

She poured it out, shook it in her palm, and then opened her hand.

The nurses looked at each other, their expressions not very good.

A nurse who was on good terms with Qi Weiwei leaned close to her ear and whispered an explanation:

"Another patient in the intensive care unit has passed away, and we need to send someone to help carry the body. This job... no one wants to do it, so it's always been done by drawing lots. I've been lucky; I've been here for two years and I've never drawn a lot."

Her voice held a mixture of relief and sympathy as she looked at the other elderly nurses.

Qi Weiwei stood aside, looking at the notes in the head nurse's hand, and then at the nurses—some were pale, some had evasive eyes, and some had already begun to silently pray, "Please don't let it be me."

She knew this was an opportunity.

The only chance to openly enter the special protection area and come into contact with Tang Tiantian's "corpse".

The person who passed away was very likely Tang Tiantian!

"Head Nurse," she raised her hand, her voice soft but firm, "let's not draw lots."

Everyone looked at her.

Qi Weiwei met the head nurse's gaze and continued, "I'm new here, I should get some training. Let me do this job."

The office fell silent for a moment.

The head nurse paused for a moment, then looked her up and down. "Xiao Ling, you should really practice some more. Lifting a corpse... it's not an easy job. Many people have nightmares after doing it and can't eat for days."

"I'm not afraid," Qi Weiwei shook her head, her tone calm. "I need to train. I won't have nightmares."

She was telling the truth.

In her past life, she had witnessed too much death—fourteen members of her family left her one after another.

Compared to those, what's carrying a fake corpse?

At this moment, the nurses nearby chimed in:

"Yes, Head Nurse, Comrade Xiaoling's spirit is commendable! Let her go!"

"It's good for newcomers to get more training!"

"Xiao Ling is brave, she'll definitely be fine!"

……

They were hoping someone would take the job so they wouldn't have to risk drawing lots.

The head nurse looked at Qi Weiwei, then at the other nurses, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded:

"Alright, Xiaoling, since you've volunteered, you can go. But..."

She paused, then took two new masks from the drawer and handed them to Qi Weiwei: "Wear these two masks and take precautions. And..."

She then took a red handkerchief from her pocket, folded it, and stuffed it into Qi Weiwei's white coat pocket: "Keep this in hand to ward off evil spirits."

It was a very old red handkerchief, washed until it was a bit faded, but the color was still very vibrant.

Qi Weiwei took the mask and handkerchief and nodded, "Thank you, Head Nurse."

"Go ahead, they said on the phone that she's in room 209." The head nurse waved her hand. "Remember, keep your hand steady and stay calm when you lift her. Don't panic."

"understood."

Qi Weiwei walked out of the office, but instead of going to the special care area immediately, she turned a corner and walked to the office with a telephone at the end of the corridor.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number Ling Heping had given her.

It rang only once before the other end answered.

"Feed?" It was Ling Heping's voice, very alert, clearly having been waiting. "Are they going to make their move?"

"Mmm," Qi Weiwei said in a low voice.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Ling Heping's calm voice came through: "Understood, Weiwei. I'll arrange manpower immediately. I'll take care of both the roads in front of and behind the sanatorium. Don't worry."

"it is good."

Be careful.

"Know."

Qi Weiwei put down the phone and turned around, only to see a nurse carrying a tray of medicine walking towards her, smiling and teasing her:

"Xiao Ling, are you dating someone? You're so shy! What kind of person is he? Bring him over so we can give you our opinion!"

Qi Weiwei forced a smile and said shyly, "I'll go take care of things now."

She quickly left and headed towards the special protected area.

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Upon entering the special care ward, the strong smell of disinfectant and the stench of death became even more pronounced.

The corridor was empty, except for the door to room 209 at the far end, which was ajar.

A tall, robust female nurse stood at the door, wearing thick glasses, her eyes squinting behind the lenses, her expression unreadable.

A stretcher and several thick hemp ropes were placed at her feet.

Seeing Qi Weiwei approach, she looked up, her voice rough and hoarse, tinged with annoyance:

"Xiao Ling, what brings you here? Are you here to carry the body?"

Qi Weiwei nodded.

"Follow me." The bespectacled nurse didn't say much, bent down to pick up the stretcher and rope, and walked towards room 209 first.

The door to room 209 was wide open.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a pale, stark light on the white hospital bed.

There was a person lying on the bed, covered by a white sheet, completely covered from head to toe.

Qi Weiwei approached.

The bespectacled nurse placed the stretcher on the ground and began to tidy the ropes.

With practiced ease, she divided the rope into several sections, arranged them neatly, and then glanced up at Qi Weiwei:

"Do you want to lift your head or your foot?"

Qi Weiwei thought for a moment.

Looking up is harder work, but it allows you to see the "corpse's" face more clearly.

"Head," she said.

The bespectacled nurse nodded, said nothing, and continued fiddling with the rope.

Qi Weiwei walked to the bedside, reached out, and gently lifted a corner of the white sheet.

What was revealed was Tang Tiantian's face.

His face was deathly pale, as if it had been coated with a layer of lime.

His lips were completely bloodless, dry, cracked, and chapped, pressed tightly together.

His eyes were closed, his eyelashes motionless. There was no rise or fall of his nostrils as he breathed.

It certainly looks like a corpse.

But Qi Weiwei knew it wasn't true.

In her past life, Tang Tiantian was able to deceive her for a lifetime, manipulate her completely, and make her willingly raise her and Tang Aijun's son. This was not only due to her scheming, but also her acting skills.

Feigning illness, feigning pitifulness, and feigning innocence are Tang Tiantian's greatest strengths.

Now, play dead.

Qi Weiwei reached out and wiped Tang Tiantian's face.

My fingers were immediately covered with a layer of white powder—like flour or lime powder—applied thickly, obscuring my original skin color.

She pinched Tang Tiantian's inner arm hard again!