Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

My colleague had a fever, so he borrowed some fever-reducing pills from the original owner.

Originally, the original owner did not want to lend it, but her colleagues kept saying that she was stingy and that it wouldn't matter if she lent one or two pieces.

Anyway, the original owner had taken it a few days ago, and the medicine was indeed quite effective.

My colleague has to meet with clients soon, and her forehead is burning hot; she's feeling extremely uncomfortable.

While her colleagues tried to stop her, she took out fever reducers from her drawer and ate them.

After finishing the pills, the colleague who was taking the pills waved to the original owner, "Alright, why are you so reluctant to part with them! I'll give you a bottle back later. Don't be so stingy, especially since I'm your senior."

The original owner felt extremely wronged, but her colleague did feel much better after taking the medicine. However, when discussing a major client, her colleague had an allergic reaction and ended up in the hospital.

She even vomited all over a major client, which angered the client, and the company fired her on the spot.

Her colleagues blamed everything on the original owner's medication. If the original owner's medication hadn't been ineffective and caused her allergies, she wouldn't have been in such a sorry state, offending clients, being fired from the company, and having to compensate the company for its losses.

So he went to the company to find the original owner and demand compensation, saying it was all her fault.

The original owner was invited for tea by her superiors several times and eventually gave in, agreeing to compensate her for her medical expenses.

I thought I'd learn a lesson from this and consider myself unlucky.

But my colleague made an outrageous demand, asking for 500,000 yuan.

The original owner was so angry that he laughed and said that he could only compensate for medical expenses, nothing else was possible, and if all else failed, he should call the police.

The colleague seemed to be frightened and accepted the compensation from the original owner.

However, the original owner did not see the resentment and bitterness in her eyes.

After a peaceful week, the original owner finally had a day off and rested at home.

While sleeping that night, someone broke in, covered the original owner's mouth and nose with a pillow, and stabbed the body several times.

The original owner struggled desperately, only to discover that it was her crazed colleague. She clutched her wound and screamed for help.

But his colleague chased him down and slashed him several times with a kitchen knife.

My colleague kept muttering, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault! Not only did you make me lose my job, but you also made my husband want to divorce me. It's all your fault."

The original owner's eyes were wide open, her blood-stained hands reaching towards the door; she wanted to live.

But it remains forever in that dark night.

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The office was a hive of activity, with the sounds of keyboards clicking and hushed discussions mingling together.

Mu Yuanyuan broke the tranquility. Her face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead. She shouted at her colleagues who were working, "Quickly lend me a few pills! I have to meet a client later. If I'm delayed because of you, can you afford to compensate me?"

Her voice was sharp and urgent, echoing in the office and drawing everyone's attention.

This time, Mu Yuanyuan landed a big client. In her opinion, as long as she secured this order, she would definitely become a major contributor to the company.

Recently, even her usually serious manager has been greeting her with a smile and taking the initiative to say hello. This has greatly satisfied Mu Yuanyuan's vanity. She doesn't want to give up this big client and let someone else take the credit just because she suddenly has a fever and headache.

Some colleagues, despite their dissatisfaction, obediently took out their spare medicines from their drawers and bags and placed them on the table for Mu Yuanyuan to choose from, despite her strong personality.

Mu Yuanyuan frowned, walked around with a look of disgust, looked at the medicines, and pursed her lips. She felt that the medicines were not very effective. She wanted something that would work quickly so that she could recover quickly and meet her clients.

At this moment, a colleague who had a good relationship with Mu Yuanyuan cautiously suggested, "Sister Yuan, if you want to take any medicine, you can ask the delivery guy to buy it for you."

What seemed like a good idea was unexpectedly rejected on the spot by Mu Yuanyuan.

She said impatiently, "No, it's too slow. The customer will be here in less than thirty minutes."

Actually, Mu Yuanyuan had another plan in mind. Ordering medicine from a delivery service would cost money, so it was much more cost-effective to borrow medicine from her colleagues. It was just one or two pills, and she wouldn't have to spend a penny. Her colleagues might even be grateful to her for helping her.

Mu Yuanyuan's sharp eyes swept over everyone present.

At that moment, her head was throbbing in waves, like a sharp awl was constantly hitting it, and the pain made her increasingly irritable.

One of the colleagues saw that Mu Yuanyuan's expression was getting worse and worse. He was about to say something more, but he was scared back by Mu Yuanyuan's fierce eyes.

The colleague had barely sat down, his bottom not even warmed the chair, when he suddenly remembered how popular Mu Yuanyuan had been at the company lately, and thought that he might have to rely on her for help at work in the future.

Thinking about it, a surge of warmth welled up inside her. She gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, silently raised her hand, then stood up, her face plastered with a fawning smile, and said, "Sister Yuan, I remember Su Su seems to have some medicine, and it works quite quickly. I saw her take it last month when she had a fever, and not long after, she said her headache was gone and her fever had subsided. I think her medicine is definitely something Sister Yuan needs."

Mu Yuanyuan's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and she nodded gently, then asked, "Which one is Su Su?"

Upon hearing this, most of the colleagues turned their attention to Su Su's position.

The colleague who stood up was very "thoughtful" and quickly stretched out his hand, pointing directly at Su Su, adding, "It's her!"

Su Su stood up helplessly and nodded politely to Mu Yuanyuan.

Faced with Mu Yuanyuan's question, Su Su shook her head without hesitation and calmly said, "I didn't."

But the nosy colleague wasn't about to give up and immediately shouted, "I remember now, you have it. How could you lie to Sister Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yuanyuan's lackey immediately chimed in, "That's right! I remember you had one too."

This agreement was like a domino effect, with other colleagues who had been observing also nodding and joining in the conversation.

"That's right, it definitely exists, don't hide it."

"We're all colleagues, please help me out."

"I really..." Su Su anxiously tried to explain, but before she could finish speaking, Mu Yuanyuan rushed forward, reached out and pulled open Su Su's drawer, roughly rummaging through the medicine bottles.

As Mu Yuanyuan rummaged through the items, she glanced sideways at Su Su and said arrogantly, "Su Su, right! You're just a newly promoted intern. You can't lie to your seniors. Don't you understand that?"

After saying that, she stood up, holding the medicine bottle she had found in her hand, her face full of disdain, and added another sentence.

"If you don't even know how to curry favor with your seniors, I don't think your career will last long."

At this moment, the office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath. Su Su's face was flushed red, and her eyes were slightly red. She had a lot of grievances to express but nowhere to confide in anyone.