Healing Doctor

Chapter 684 A World Full of Indifference and Cruelty

After getting out of the toilet, Ji Xiang realized something was wrong.

"She" didn't rinse her mouth or wash her face; she just subconsciously and haphazardly wiped the dirt off her face with her clothes before going to hand over her shift.

It seemed that none of her colleagues noticed what had happened to her; they didn't even smell the urine, and they continued with the shift change.

The old director still had that arrogant look on his face. Looking at the old director and thinking about the black mist that might appear on his body at any moment, Ji Xiang gradually became numb.

Another uneventful day has passed.

Everyone was like a walking corpse, and Ji Xiang even felt that he had been assimilated as well.

The next morning, "he" arrived at the department.

It was still early, and the sunlight hadn't yet streamed in. "I" walked in casually, not caring about anything, and went straight to opening the handover notebook.

Taking out his phone, Ji Xiang seemed to see the woman in white behind him on the black screen.

Instead of taking a picture immediately, "he" turned around and greeted the woman in white.

even!

Ji Xiang saw a polite smile on "his" face.

He felt no fear or dread, only a bland indifference.

"..." Ji Xiang couldn't understand his own thoughts.

There was indeed a problem, but Ji Xiang was a normal person. He didn't know what "he" was supposed to do, or why he was smiling kindly at the woman in white.

I'm so hungry!

The voice of the woman in white came to my ears again.

Ji Xiang felt a slight chill on his neck, as if the woman in white had breathed on the back of "his" ear.

"I know," "myself" said softly, turning her head.

I'm so hungry!

The woman in white seemed oblivious to his reply, still yelling behind him.

"Understood." "Myself" said again, took a picture of the handover log, then found the photo album and sent an old photo to the group.

Ji Xiang's hair stood on end.

Everything seemed natural, but Ji Xiang felt a chill run through his body, a chill that went straight to his bones.

Go back, wash up, eat, and start studying.

Upon arriving at the department, I changed clothes and handed over my shift.

When the shift handover began, the other doctors turned pale instantly upon hearing the handover content.

"You..." The butcher-like doctor pointed at "himself".

"Shut up!" the old director snapped. "You have no manners at all! What kind of trash are you?!"

The butcher-like doctor dared not disobey the old director's orders. His face turned as white as a sheet, and he trembled as he looked at "himself," his eyes filled with boundless hatred.

So much hatred, it solidified into a tangible form, piercing through "one's" body like a sharp arrow.

but!

"I" don't care.

As everyone began writing their answers on blank sheets of paper, a dark aura began to emanate from the old director.

"Phew..." Ji Xiang let out a long breath. His heart was filled with extremely complicated feelings, which even he himself could not explain.

The cause and effect were all vivid in his mind, but Ji Xiang just couldn't explain the complex emotions deep in his heart.

In the black mist, the woman in white appeared behind the old director, her red embroidered shoes so striking.

At 8:15, the first doctor handed the old director a piece of paper covered with writing.

"What the hell did you write?!" the old director yelled.

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the woman in white emitting a strange, eerie laugh.

Immediately, the woman in white raised her hand and plunged a dagger directly into her own neck.

Five bloody holes immediately appeared on the doctor's neck; his carotid artery was punctured, and blood gushed out.

Ji Xiang stared at the scene in a daze, just like when they talked about patients who vomited blood in casual conversation—a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the roof, and the person was gone.

Just like the description, several spurts of blood gushed out, and the doctor collapsed limply to the ground, his limbs twitching, before falling silent.

He died, without a ripple.

Even the doctor behind him, whose face was sprayed with blood, didn't notice. The man, his face covered in blood, walked blankly past his colleague lying on the ground and came to the old director.

One person, one person, and another person.

They approached the old director one by one and handed him the paper with its illegible writing.

The woman in white standing behind the old director seemed quite satisfied with this, using countless methods to turn them into corpses.

Ji Xiang was numb; he couldn't even picture Zhao Zhe's face in his mind, his mind was completely blank.

The butcher-like doctor trembled all over as he approached the old director with a blank sheet of paper in his hand.

"You didn't write a single word!" the old director shouted angrily.

"Master, I...I..."

"You good-for-nothing! You still have the nerve to call me master! Get the hell out of here! I'm not your master. Go find whichever mistress you want to teach you."

The old director's face was contorted with rage, and each word he uttered was more vicious than the last.

It seemed the old director valued the butcher-like doctor highly, and he scolded him for a long time, using very vicious language.

The butcher-like doctor kept his head down, sweat beading on his temples.

"Oneself" stood aside and watched coldly.

The old director berated for a full five minutes before finally shutting his mouth with a cold, icy expression.

The moment he shut his mouth, the woman in white placed her hand on his chest.

The butcher-like doctor's shirt was ripped open, and Ji Xiang then saw a bloodstain on his skin. The bloodstain grew larger and more obvious.

A drop of dark red blood appeared, and then his chest was cut open, and his heart was "squeezed" out from between his ribs by an invisible hand.

Her heart deformed, then recovered, and just like that, it "floated" in front of him.

The butcher-like doctor looked terrified; he seemed to want to say something, but no sound came out.

He seemed to want to escape, but he had no strength.

The hostility he once felt towards "himself" has long since vanished. Now he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered... no, like a lamb that has already been skinned and is left with only one breath left.

bang~

A cloud of blood mist spread out.

The old director's face remained expressionless amidst the blood mist, his face covered in fine droplets of blood, seemingly oblivious to it; his indifference was ingrained to the core.

His face seemed particularly ferocious to Ji Xiang.

The butcher-like doctor collapsed, falling into the blood mist gushing from his own crushed heart.

He walked up slowly, handing the paper to the old director amidst the blood mist.

There were words on the white paper, and blood mist kept falling onto the paper, quickly turning it into a bright red mess.

But the old director seemed not to have seen the blood; he glanced at the paper and then nodded.

However, he was full of disdain for "himself," even though "himself" was right.

With a look of disdain, the old director turned around and strode out.

"Myself" smiled slightly, picked up the paper cutter beside him, and swung it down at the old director's neck.

The old director also collapsed, his eyes filled with panic, disbelief, and utter bewilderment.

"Myself" stood in the pool of blood, staring into the white eyes of the woman in white.

(End of this chapter)