This......

Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Then the butcher-like doctor strode out in a white suit with a grinning face.

He glared at "himself" viciously, his tone full of disdain and contempt.

Ji Xiang sighed, in the fantasy, this kind of person is a passer-by, and he can't live more than three episodes. Once 20,000 words have been lived, the reader will abandon the book.

Really, why do such fools always exist in reality?

"I asked you to post the content of the handover in the group earlier, but you sent a photo that you couldn't read clearly. You didn't mean it! Isn't it!! ”

As he spoke, he grabbed "his" hair.

A tingling pain came from the top of his head.

Ji Xiang frowned.

For a moment, he thought of Zhao Zhe and the patient who was a social cow + chatterbox.

Zhao Zhe's previous days in Yuanliao should have been like this.

It's rare that he can laugh all the time, and there is no one with this mentality.

"You don't do anything when I say I do. Since you want to kill Lao Tzu, then Lao Tzu will give you something good-looking. ”

The butcher-like doctor came to the bathroom with his "own" hair in his hands.

He shoved "his own" head down the toilet.

I don't know which patient didn't flush the toilet after using it, and the smell of urine was tangy...... The smell of urine has gotten into my nose and even in my mouth.

Ji Xiang was furious.

But "myself" did not resist, maybe he resisted before, but it was useless.

As for the specific reason, Ji Xiang is not clear.

There was another heavy kick in the back, and "I" didn't hold back the breath of being kicked, and choked a few mouthfuls of urine in the toilet.

"If you are a gentleman, if you are unhappy, say to your face, if you play yin again, don't say that I am not polite to you!" The butcher doctor roared.

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

The people dispersed, and "myself" sat next to the toilet, with a pair of bloodshot white eyes in front of me, and the voice of the woman in white came from my ears - I~good~hungry~

Although it was daytime, Ke Jixiang felt like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

After coughing for a long time, "myself" barely stood up again and began to wash his face and gargle.

After retching for a while, "myself" saw that the time was up, so he could only wipe his face and come to the doctor's office.

The butcher doctor was angry in front of the old director, he was well-behaved like a little sheep, his face was full of flattery, and he took small steps.

What a fuck!

Ji Xiang cursed in his heart.

Although the photos taken are not very clear, they are enough, today's morning shift was spent safely, and there was no black mist around the old director, and the woman in white did not appear.

But "myself" was full of white sclera and dense bloodshot in front of his eyes.

The voice still rings in my ears - I~good~hungry~

It's like hell.

Whether this is the world or hell, Ji Xiang can't tell anymore.

Perhaps, this is hell on earth?

After an uneventful day, Ji Xiang felt that after "he" was bullied, whether it was colleagues, patients, or patients' families, it was as if they didn't see it, what to do and what to do, and even the contemptuous gaze did not exist.

When I got home, I went to take a shower and brush my teeth vigorously, as if nothing had happened in the morning.

Although "I" mustered up the courage to confront the woman in white in the morning, I was still scared after that scene.

Set your alarm, it's early than half-past six, but later than today.

The next morning, after getting up, I walked quickly to the hospital "by myself".

However, "myself" did not go in directly, but waited for the sun to slowly rise in the east and the first rays of sunlight to shine down, and then walked into the hospital and took pictures of the handover record.

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

But as long as he had doubts in his heart, Zhao Zhe's face would appear in front of him, just like the woman in white.

Perhaps, this is a sense of responsibility and mission?

It's just that "I" am a simple good person.

Ji Xiang thought of an extremely ridiculous idea.

The sun shone, the woman in white did not appear, and "herself" safely took a picture of the content recorded in the handover book and sent it to the group.

The butcher doctor and the old director didn't bother "themselves", and the day passed like this.

"Myself" seems to have found a way to clear the customs without damage, getting up at a fixed time every day, and waiting for the sun to shine on the earth every day to take pictures.

The days went by day by day.

Every day is boring, and every day is extremely difficult.

But Ji Xiang did not leave, he keenly noticed that things were going to change - autumn had left, and winter had arrived.

The sun comes out later every day, and the time of the photos posted in the group has changed from less than six o'clock to six twenty or six twenty-one......

"I" don't want to face the woman in white, but "I" want to take pictures of the content of the handover.

And after that?

Ji Xiang seems to have forgotten that this is just empathy.

After a few more days, "myself" waited for the sun to come out to take pictures, and Ji Xiang kept staring at the time.

The time to upload photos "by yourself" becomes 6:32!

Finally, the pattern of peace and quiet was broken.

Coming to the department again, Ji Xiang was ready.

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

"If you don't open the roof for three days, are you itchy!" The butcher-like doctor yelled.

In the corridor,

Doctors, nurses, patients, and family members walked around in silence, like walking corpses, without onlookers or judgments, as if "themselves" and butcher-like doctors did not exist.

"I can't do such a thing, what's the use of asking you!"

Bang~

"You're getting late every day, don't you think I don't know."

Bang~

"You did it on purpose, you have to show your strength in front of the director unconsciously!"

Bang~

The butcher-like doctor didn't say a word, grabbing "himself" by the head and slamming it against the wall.

Ji Xiang could feel that at first, "himself" still wanted to protect it, but soon "himself" gave up all struggles, as if he was discouraged.

The butcher-like doctor yelled a lot, and the more he talked, the more angry he became, and he came to the bathroom again with his "own" hair.

He shoved his head into the toilet, unbuckled his belt, and happily drained the water.

Warm jets of water poured on his cheeks, and Ji Xiang felt humiliation. But "myself" was numb, and he didn't even struggle, and let that person do anything to himself.

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

"Holy shit, you're fucking old man again, guess what's going to happen?" He asked, playfully.

(End of chapter)