Healing Doctor

Chapter 681 Bullying

"Ziji" studied very diligently, and Jixiang followed suit.

Since I'm just idling around anyway, it wouldn't be a bad idea to learn about neurology.

While eating, "self" studied, keeping his eyes glued to the content he was searching on a professional website on his phone.

The time was tight, but it seemed okay.

It's not uncommon for the neurology department to receive fewer than 10 patients a night; compared to urology, neurology is like hell.

The small number of patients today is nothing for neurologists.

After finishing his meal, he rushed to the hospital. As soon as he entered the department, a large hand suddenly pressed him against the wall.

"Ji Xiang, are you fucking courting death?!" A burly man dressed in white, looking like a gorilla in white, roared in a low voice.

"..."

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

What's going on?

"Self" seems to frequently experience this kind of thing, and is not surprised, but rather slightly afraid.

Bullying?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

In this bizarre world, bullying still exists.

"I rushed through the patient diagnoses and medical records during the handover, and I almost missed being late," the doctor said menacingly. "If you post the handover notes this late in the group chat again tomorrow, I'll kill you!"

"..."

"Zizi" kept his head down and didn't say a word, which stunned Ji Xiang.

What kind of mess is this?!

Taking the time to photograph the shift handover record so that colleagues have enough time to prepare and avoid being scolded by the supervisor is a good deed.

It's one thing if you don't thank me, but you can't bully "yourself" over this.

It's outrageous! Why is that doctor, who looks like a butcher, so domineeringly unhappy just because I'm a little late?

As for "himself," Ji Xiang believes it refers to someone like Zhao Zhe, a veteran physician.

He was constantly bullied in the department, but he never said a word, just chuckled. That was exactly how he was when I "rescued" Zhao Zhe from Yuanliao's hospital.

Later, when Zhao Zhe was arranging a program, his former colleagues brought people to see doctors, but they didn't show him any respect.

"The old doctors are really a strange group," Ji Xiang thought to himself.

"Got it?" the butcher-like doctor asked.

"Myself" nodded.

"A little earlier tomorrow!"

After saying that, he opened the door to the duty room and went to his office.

"I" also changed my clothes, and while mentally reciting the relevant knowledge of patient diagnosis for the shift handover, I hurriedly arrived at the office.

8 o'clock exactly.

An elderly 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 domineering and arrogant feeling.

After the shift handover was completed, the head doctor glared at him without saying a word, and the doctors under him, like little lambs, went one by one to get paper and then began to write from memory.

If it weren't for the previous incident of being pinned against a wall, Ji Xiang would have thought this place was very strict, even somewhat harsh.

But now, Ji Xiang coldly observes all of this.

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

The dictation of "self" went smoothly, but one doctor seemed to have a problem with it; he started sweating and his hands were shaking a little.

A faint black aura emanated from the director, and Ji Xiang frowned as he watched all this.

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

In an instant, Ji Xiang felt a chill run down his spine.

A figure vaguely appeared in the black aura, but Ji Xiang realized that it seemed that no one else could be seen except "himself".

The figure gradually became real behind the director. Ji Xiang could see it clearly; it was the woman in white he had seen in his dream when he first arrived.

Is this also a dream?

Or is this a fantasy world?

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

In a flash, Ji Xiang began to examine his mistakes.

Ji Xiang would do things like self-reflection, and the old director was just a bit strict; there was no need for him to think that way.

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

Ji Xiang glanced at it; it was 8:15.

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

"Is this your answer?" The old director glared at him, his domineering and unreasonable demeanor immediately apparent.

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

"Whom have I wronged, you or me? You don't even know the basic principles of how long-term alcoholism leads to brain damage? What the hell are you good for?!"

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

The woman in white behind the old director raised her hand, her nails gleaming like daggers.

Could it be...?

An unbelievable idea flashed through Ji Xiang's mind.

But that seems normal; the woman was standing behind the old director, so it wouldn't be surprising what she did.

This must be a dream, it must be.

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

In the eerie, terrifying, and familiar environment, Ji Xiang gradually loses his way.

"You can't even do this simple thing? Who can trust someone like you to safeguard a patient's life?"

"You call yourself a doctor? You're nothing but a butcher!"

"Get lost! Go report to the personnel department yourself. I, Wang Chengfa, don't have cowards like you under my command!"

The old director kept roaring, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious, the white hair at his temples losing its kindness, each strand like a long spear or halberd, trying to pierce the young doctor through.

The woman in white behind the old director had already raised her hand.

"Get out! Someone as irresponsible as you doesn't deserve to work in clinical settings! Get out! Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

The old director rebuked him sternly.

This time, the woman in white didn't use her nails to transform into knives or her fighting spirit to transform into horses. Instead, she grabbed her head with both hands and twisted it forcefully.

Click~

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

The young doctor collapsed limply to the ground without even letting out a scream.

Ji Xiang felt a chill run through his body, and he began to shiver without realizing it. His teeth chattered together, making a clicking sound.

Although he was brave and had seen many patients lying in pools of blood during emergency resuscitations, Ji Xiang simply couldn't accept that the young doctor had collapsed right in front of him.

"Useless." The old director threw down a sentence, glanced at Ji Xiang's paper, and then walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Myself" followed behind the old director, trembling inside. Ji Xiang could feel "myself's" fear.

The woman in white pulled the fallen young doctor away, and no one around seemed to see it. Both the woman in white and the young doctor seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Ji Xiang slowly closed his eyes. For a fleeting moment, he remembered that he was experiencing the same feeling. But the thought wasn't strong; he had unknowingly become completely immersed, even forgetting that the system NPC had told him he could quit at any time.

(End of this chapter)