Healing Doctor

Chapter 683 Just a Good Person

This……

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Then the butcher-like doctor, dressed in white with his chest wide open, strode out, looking like a fierce demon.

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

Ji Xiang sighed. In a fantasy novel, this kind of character would be just a background character, not even surviving three episodes. If he survived more than 20,000 words, readers would abandon the book.

Seriously, why are there always idiots like this in real life?

"I told you to post the shift handover details in the group chat earlier, and you sent a blurry photo with illegible text. Were you doing this on purpose?! Were you?!"

As he spoke, he grabbed "his" hair.

A sharp pain came from the top of my head.

Ji Xiang frowned.

In an instant, he thought of Zhao Zhe, that talkative and eccentric patient.

This must have been how Zhao Zhe spent his time in Yuanliao.

It's rare to see him keep smiling; his attitude is truly remarkable.

"I mean what I say, you fucking idiot. Since you want to kill me, then I'll teach you a lesson."

The butcher-like doctor pulled "his" hair as he entered the bathroom.

He shoved "his" head into the toilet.

The toilet hadn't been flushed after some patient used it, and the smell of urine was overwhelming... The smell of urine had even gotten into my nose and mouth.

Ji Xiang was furious.

But "oneself" did not resist, or perhaps had resisted before, but it was to no avail.

Ji Xiang was unaware of the specific reasons.

He was kicked hard in the back again, and "himself" couldn't hold his breath and choked on some urine from the toilet.

"If you're a man, say what's bothering you to my face. If you try anything underhanded again, don't blame me for being rude!" the Butcher Doctor roared.

The other doctors and nurses watched this scene like zombies, no one said a good word for "themselves," and no one pulled the butcher doctor away to stop the bullying.

After everyone left, "he" sat beside the toilet, his eyes filled with those bloodshot white eyes, and the voice of the woman in white reached his ears—"I'm so hungry!"

Although it was daytime, Ji Xiang felt as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night.

After coughing for a long time, "he" managed to stand up again and start washing his face and rinsing his mouth.

After dry heaving for a while, "he" realized it was time to go, so he hastily wiped his face and went to the doctor's office.

The butcher doctor lost his fierceness in front of the old director. He became as docile as a little lamb, his face full of flattery, taking small, shuffling steps.

That's fucking amazing!

Ji Xiang cursed inwardly.

Although the photos aren't very clear, they're enough. Today's morning shift handover went smoothly. No black mist appeared around the old director, and the woman in white didn't show up either.

But all that was in front of "himself" was white sclera, covered with blood vessels.

That voice still echoed in my ears—I'm so hungry!

It felt like being in hell.

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

Perhaps this is hell on earth?

An uneventful day passed, and Ji Xiang felt that after being bullied, his colleagues, patients, and patients' families all acted as if they didn't see it, going about their business as usual, without even a hint of contempt.

Back home, "I" took a bath and brushed my teeth vigorously, as if the events of the morning had never happened.

Although "myself" mustered up the courage to confront the woman in white early on, I was still terrified after that scene.

I set my alarm for earlier than 6:30, but later than today.

The next morning, after getting up, "she" quickly went to the hospital.

However, "he" did not go in directly. Instead, he waited for the sun to rise slowly in the east and for the first rays of sunlight to fall before entering the hospital and taking pictures of the shift handover record.

Ji Xiang couldn't understand why "himself" was so persistent in doing one thing.

But whenever he had doubts, Zhao Zhe's face would appear before him, just like that woman in white.

Perhaps this is what a sense of responsibility and mission is?

He simply said that he was just a good person.

Ji Xiang had an extremely absurd idea.

As the sunlight streamed in, the woman in white did not appear. "I" safely took a picture of the contents recorded in the handover log and sent it to the group chat.

Neither the butcher doctor nor the old head doctor bothered "himself," and the day passed just like that.

"Self" seems to have found a way to pass the game without any losses. Every day, I get up at the same time and wait for the sun to shine down and illuminate the earth before taking pictures.

Days pass by.

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

But Ji Xiang didn't leave. He keenly sensed that things were about to change—autumn had passed and winter was approaching.

The sun rises a little later each day, and I've noticed the timestamps in the photos posted in the group chat have changed from before 6:00 to 6:20, then 6:21...

"I" don't want to face the woman in white, but "I" also want to film the handover process.

What about after that?

Ji Xiang seemed to have forgotten that this was just empathy.

A few days later, "myself" waited for the sun to come out to take pictures, and Ji Xiang kept an eye on the time.

The time "I" uploaded the photo has changed to 6:32!

Finally, the peaceful mode was broken.

When Ji Xiang arrived at the department, he was already prepared.

The butcher-like doctor did not disappoint Ji Xiang. As soon as "he" entered the duty room, he was dragged out of the duty room by his hair.

"You're getting cocky and restless if you don't get a beating for three days! Are you itching for a beating?!" the butcher-like doctor roared.

in the corridor,

Doctors, nurses, patients, and patients' families walked around silently, like zombies. They didn't watch or comment, as if "themselves" and the butcher-like doctor didn't exist at all.

"You can't even do this simple thing right, what good are you!"

bang~

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

bang~

"You're doing this on purpose, trying to subtly show off your abilities in front of the director!"

bang~

The butcher-like doctor didn't say a word, but instead grabbed "his" head and slammed it against the wall.

Ji Xiang could sense that at first, "himself" still wanted to protect, but soon "himself" gave up all struggle, as if disheartened.

The butcher-like doctor yelled a lot, getting angrier and angrier, and pulled at "his" hair as he went back to the bathroom.

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

The warm water jets poured onto his cheeks, and Ji Xiang felt humiliated. But he was numb, not even struggling, letting the man do whatever he wanted to him.

The man fastened his belt, kicked "himself" in the back of the head, and shoved his face into the toilet water.

"You son of a bitch, if you keep messing with me like this, guess what will happen?" he asked mockingly.

(End of this chapter)