Doctor of Healing

Ji Xiang recalled quickly, but he was shocked to find that "my" mind was locked, and he didn't know what happened before, nor did he know his specific information.

When I came to the hospital, I took the elevator upstairs and saw the words of the second neurological ward.

But he didn't go into the ward, but stopped at the nurse's station.

The handover shift at the nurse's station was placed on the table, and he took out his mobile phone to take a photo and send it to the group.

Um?Is this dry hair?

Ji Xiang was stunned.

Then I left and started eating breakfast, looking at the photo while eating breakfast.

It was clearly written in the shift handover book that a total of six patients were admitted to the night shift last night, and the diagnoses were also written out.

I'm starting to look up specifics for each diagnosis myself.

Oh, it should be because he is afraid that the director will ask questions when the shift is handed over. If he can't answer, he will be scolded immediately.

Jixiang experienced this kind of thing during his internship, and it is more in line with Boss Wei's psychology.

When you meet a strict director, it is easy to live like a year.Like the "myself" in front of me, I came to take over the shift early in the morning, and saw what patients were accepted last night, and I feel sad when I think about it.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiang relaxed.

It doesn't seem to be as scary as the system NPC said, at least until now everything is normal.

Chapter 678 Bullying

"I" studied very seriously, and Ji Xiang followed suit.

Anyway, being idle is idle, and it is not bad to learn about neurology.

"I" is studying while eating, and my eyes are always looking at the content searched on professional websites on the mobile phone.

The timing is tight, but it seems to be ok.

It is not a big deal if the Department of Neurology does not receive 10 patients in one night. Compared with the Department of Urology, the Department of Neurology belongs to hell.

Such a small number of patients today is not a problem for Shennei doctors.

After eating, I hurried to the hospital. As soon as "I" entered the department, a big hand suddenly pressed him against the wall.

"Ji Xiang, are you fucking dead!" A strong man in white clothes, like a gorilla in white clothes, shouted in a low voice.

"..."

Ji Xiang was taken aback.

What's happening here?

"I" seems to suffer from this kind of thing often, and I am not surprised, but a little scared.

Bullying?

Ji Xiang scratched his head.

In such a weird world, bullying still exists.

"I was in a hurry to read the diagnosis and medical records of the patients who were handed over, and I was almost late." The doctor said fiercely, "If you post the handover records in the group so late tomorrow, let's see how I can kill you." you!"

"..."

"I" lowered his head and didn't say a word, Ji Xiang was also stunned.

What is it all about!

Use your own time to take pictures of shift handover records, so that colleagues have enough time to preview, so as not to be hung up and scolded by the director. This is a good person and a good thing.

It's fine if you don't thank you, you can't bully "yourself" for this matter, right?

It's really unreasonable, why is it a little late, that doctor who looks like a butcher is so domineering and unhappy.

As for "self", Ji Xiang thinks that it is similar to the old attendings like Zhao Zhe.

I was usually bullied in the department, not saying a word, just laughing.When I "fished" Zhao Zhe out of Yuanliao's hospital, he was that virtuous.

Later, during the rehearsal of the show, Zhao Zhe's former colleagues brought people to see a doctor, and they didn't have much respect for him.

The old attendant is really a strange group, Ji Xiang thought to himself.

"Do you remember?" asked the butcher-like doctor.

"Myself" nodded.

"Earlier tomorrow!"

After speaking, he opened the door of the duty room and walked to the office.

"I" also changed clothes, and kept reciting the relevant knowledge about the diagnosis of patients in shifts, and hurried to the office.

8 o'clock exactly.

An old doctor walked in with his hands behind his back.

Although both he and the system NPC have their hands behind their backs, his posture gives Ji Xiang a domineering feeling.

After the shift was over, the director rolled his eyes and said nothing. The doctors under him went to fetch papers one by one like little sheep, and then began to write silently.

If there was no incident of being walled off before, Ji Xiang would think that this place is very strict, even a little harsh.

But now, Ji Xiang looks at all this coldly.

Although it is from the perspective of a bystander, Jixiang has a very bad feeling.

The dictation of "myself" was very smooth, but there seemed to be a problem with the dictation of a doctor. His forehead began to sweat and his hands shook a little.

There was a faint black aura emerging from the director's body, and Ji Xiang frowned watching all this.

He didn't know if the black breath was his hallucination or...

For a moment, Ji Xiang's back felt cold.

A figure loomed in the black atmosphere, but Ji Xiang found that no one except "himself" saw it.

The figure gradually became real behind the director, and Ji Xiang could see clearly that it was the woman in white that he had seen in his dream when he first came here.

This is also a dream?

Or is this a fantasy world?

Ji Xiang stared at the woman behind the old director in a daze, and suddenly a thought rose in his heart - it would be great if the woman grabbed the old director's neck.

Suddenly, Ji Xiang began to review his mistakes.

Jixiang can do things like three provinces, and the old director is stricter, so I don't need to think so.

"It's time." The old director said in a deep voice.

Ji Xiang took a look, 8:15.

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

"Is this your answer?" The old director rolled his eyes, and the domineering and unreasonable energy jumped out.

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

"Are you sorry for me or am I sorry for you? You don't even know the basic principle of brain dissolution caused by long-term alcoholism. What the hell are you doing!"

"..." The little doctor lowered his head, wanting to cry.

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

Shouldn't...

An unbelievable idea flashed in Ji Xiang's mind.

But it seemed normal, the woman was standing behind the old director, and she was not surprised by anything she did.

It must be a dream, it must be.

Ji Xiang is sure this is a dream, a nightmare.

In the gloomy, terrifying and familiar environment, Ji Xiang gradually lost his way.

"If you don't know anything like this, the patient's life is in the hands of someone like you, who can rest assured!"

"You're still a doctor, you're a butcher!"

"Fuck off, go to the HR department to report by yourself, I, Wang Chengfa, don't have a coward like you under my command!"

The old director kept yelling, his expression became more ferocious, the white hair on his temples was no longer kind, and the little doctor seemed to be pierced right through with spears and halberds.

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

"Get out! An irresponsible person like you is not worthy of clinical work! Get out! Didn't you hear me talking to you! Are you deaf?"

The old director snapped.

The woman in white didn't use her nails to turn into a knife, nor did she turn into a horse with fighting spirit this time. She grabbed her head with both hands and twisted it hard.

click

The woman's head turned 270°, and the little doctor's head turned 270° at the same time.

The little doctor didn't even utter a scream, and fell limply to the ground.

Ji Xiang's whole body was cold, and he began to shiver unknowingly.The upper and lower teeth knocked together, making a rattling sound.

Although he is courageous, he has seen many emergency rescues and patients lying in pools of blood, but Ji Xiang couldn't accept that the little doctor collapsed like this in front of him.

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

"I" followed behind the old director, trembling in my heart, and Ji Xiang could feel the fear of "myself".

The woman in white pulled the fallen little doctor's leg away, and no one around seemed to notice it. Both the woman in white and the little doctor seemed to have turned into air.

Ji Xiang slowly closed his eyes, and for a moment, Ji Xiang remembered that he felt the same way.But the idea was not strong, he had already completely fallen into it without knowing it, and even forgot that the system npc told him that he could quit at any time.

Chapter 679 I'm so hungry~

This is not the only weird thing, Jixiang noticed—everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of the doctor whose neck was twisted.

He seemed to have never appeared at all, and even Ji Xiang later found that the patients in the clinical management were also perfectly matched, and there was no situation where the work could not be carried out without one person.

There is no shortage of you alone, if you don't want to do it, get out, Ji Xiang thought of this sentence.

It turns out that this statement seems to be true.

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

A boring day, all the doctors are working like walking dead, no smiles on their faces.

The words are tasteless and the appearance is disgusting.

"I" worked hard until I got off work and left the hospital. "I" found a secluded place to sit down casually and took out a cigarette.

Smoking and smoking, "I" started to cry.

In this weird world, Jixiang can't perceive the thoughts of "myself". He silently watches "myself" crying, as if he is complaining about himself in his heart.

if.

If you can arrive a few minutes earlier in the morning.

If you don't have nightmares and don't oversleep.

if……

Countless ifs.

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

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

With heavy steps and shortness of breath, Ji Xiang even wondered if "he" was sick.

Yes, there must be a disease, here is the empathy of patients with mental illness, Ji Xiang suddenly remembered this.

When thinking of it, Ji Xiang froze for a moment.

This world is eerie and terrifying, do you want to choose to leave?

After hesitating for a long time, Ji Xiang pondered over and over again, but in the end he still didn't choose to leave.