Healing Doctor

Chapter 682 I'm so hungry!

The strange thing wasn't just that; Ji Xiang noticed that everyone seemed to have forgotten about the doctor whose neck had been broken.

It was as if he had never been there at all. In fact, Ji Xiang later discovered that the patients under his clinical care were all under strict supervision, and there was no situation where work could not be carried out due to the absence of one person.

"We don't need you. If you don't want to work, then get out," Ji Xiang thought of this sentence.

As it turns out, this statement seems to be true.

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

It was a dull and monotonous day. All the doctors worked like zombies, without a smile on their faces.

His words were tasteless, and his appearance was repulsive.

He worked silently until he finished his shift and left the hospital. He found a quiet place to sit down and took out a cigarette.

As she continued to sob, "she" began to cry.

In this bizarre world, Ji Xiang is unable to perceive "his own" thoughts. He silently watches "himself" crying, as if he is blaming himself.

if,

If I could arrive a few minutes earlier in the morning,

If I didn't have a nightmare or oversleep,

if……

Countless "what ifs".

If none of these things existed, the missing doctor would not have disappeared.

"She" cried for a long time, and finally wiped away her tears and walked home blankly.

With heavy steps and rapid breathing, Ji Xiang even wondered if "he" was sick.

Yes, there must be something wrong. This is a place where people with mental illnesses can empathize. Ji Xiang suddenly remembered this.

When the thought came to mind, Ji Xiang froze.

This world is gloomy and terrifying. Should I choose to leave?

After hesitating for a long time and pondering it repeatedly, Ji Xiang finally decided not to leave.

The system NPC said that he had experienced the feelings of patients with mental illnesses hundreds of times.

And this is the simplest one.

A stubborn, indomitable spirit welled up from the depths of his heart, and Ji Xiang pursed his lips, stubbornly choosing to continue to empathize.

"Self" sets a timer before going to sleep, at exactly 5 a.m.

Ji Xiang understood why "he" did this.

He is a good person.

nice guy?

What's the use of being a good person?

Zhao Zhe is a good person, but in the end he inevitably becomes the old master.

Meng Qingfei was a good person, but in the end he still succumbed to despair in the emergency department.

"He himself" was also a good person; Ji Xiang didn't need to see it to guess his final fate.

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

"She" quickly washed up and hurried out of the rented room.

Because it was still early, the streets were deserted.

The young people who raced through the streets in sports cars last night have just drifted off to sleep, and the elderly who exercise in the morning have not yet gotten up. Only "I" walk briskly through the dark night.

The neon lights of the First People's Hospital of Jinghai City were still flashing, but "I" didn't look at them, only focusing on getting on my way.

Upon arriving at the department, Ji Xiang saw the handover logbook placed at the nurses' station, which was empty.

"Oneself" doesn't seem to find this strange.

Opening the handover log, it was quite busy last night. Nine patients were admitted, with varying diagnoses. Ji Xiang even saw a rare diagnosis of carotid endarterectomy syndrome.

"He" took out his phone.

Just then, the light flickered.

Whether it was a problem with the blinking process or the light actually flickered, Ji Xiang saw a shadow on his phone screen, which wasn't even turned on yet, in the instant between light and darkness!

It's that woman in white!

She was standing right behind "herself"!

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and he subconsciously entered battle mode.

If Ji Xiang could do anything, he would probably have already turned around and kicked high, ready to fight that woman in white to the death.

Whether it's useful or not, we have to do something.

But Ji Xiang couldn't do anything.

"Self" knew nothing and was completely unaware that the woman in white had appeared behind him.

The lights are still flashing; it's not an illusion.

"Myself" also felt a little strange and turned to look at the light above.

However, as soon as he turned his head, "he" saw a pair of eyes!

There are no pupils, only sclera, which is filled with blood vessels, staring straight at itself.

Startled, "self" took a step back and bumped the back of its head against the wall.

stab

The light made a faint sound as it flickered on and off.

"Myself" held his hands tightly in front of him, terrified, but with nowhere to escape.

I'm so hungry!

The woman in white didn't move her mouth, but Ji Xiang heard a sinister voice coming from her.

The sound was floating right next to my ear, as if my eardrum was receiving low-frequency information.

At the same time, the lights in the corridor began to flicker and change, becoming the backdrop for the woman in white.

I'm so hungry!

A faint sound drifted into his ears, and before him lay bloodshot sclera. The white eyeballs exuded an aura of death, a sight that filled even Ji Xiang with dread.

If he could move, Ji Xiang knew he would run away as fast as he could and escape this damned place.

But "myself" did not.

"I" mustered my courage, straightened up, and bowed slightly.

"Excuse me, I need to take a picture," she whispered to the woman in white.

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

The woman in white seemed to teleport, maintaining the same distance from "herself" without colliding despite "herself" taking even a half-step.

With trembling hands, "myself" pressed the camera button, took a picture of the shift handover record, bowed, and then turned and left, feigning composure.

As soon as he stepped out of the department, "he" didn't have time to look back and ran away.

Ji Xiang thought to himself, "So even 'myself' knows fear."

But he didn't laugh at "himself"; he just felt that "himself" was actually a good person.

In the moment he mustered his courage, Ji Xiang felt that "he" had grown much taller.

After running out of the hospital, "he" finally calmed down and looked back. The neon lights of Jinghai People's Hospital were flashing, as if nothing had happened.

It stares coldly, indifferent and arrogant, regarding everything in the world as mere straw dogs.

No, Ji Xiang immediately rejected this view. It wasn't everything in the world, but the doctors and nurses working and being exploited here, who were all treated like straw dogs.

Seeing that the woman in white wasn't following, "he" plopped down on the ground and began to pant heavily.

Like a fish thrown ashore, Ji Xiang felt a sense of escaping death.

After resting for a few minutes, "myself" hurriedly posted the photos in the group chat, then went home to wash up, eat breakfast, and start reviewing the medical records.

Another tedious and boring day began. Ji Xiang didn't know the meaning of this job, nor did he know why "he" didn't leave this godforsaken place.

"Are you fucking doing this on purpose?!"

As soon as "he" arrived at the department and opened the door to the duty room, he was kicked out.

(End of this chapter)