After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

The building was a distinctly European neoclassical style, with several symmetrical columns adorned with white marble sculptures of varying shapes. In the center stood a tall archway inlaid with gilded reliefs, and below it were two electric, slow-moving, three-wing revolving doors. From the entrance, the floor was covered with a thick, dark red carpet; Qin Zhixin could feel its thickness the moment she stepped on it.

The lobby was packed, and the ceilings were incredibly tall, at least ten meters high. The floor was awash in dark yellow marble slabs with a golden hue, while the walls were gray, frosted quartzite. There were numerous brass ornaments, and from a distance, the golden shimmer gave off a rather intimidating, nouveau-riche vibe. Qin Zhixin looked around. This was her first time here, so she was naturally curious about everything, and she kept muttering to herself about the poor aesthetics of this place.

Qin Zhifeng didn't comment. He took off his open leather jacket and threw it to Qin Zhixin for safekeeping.

Since entering the lobby, the two have been the focus of attention. Whether they are hotel staff or guests in the lobby, many of them are looking at the brother and sister.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman. The man had an imposing demeanor, a hint of ruffianism in his features, but he also looked heroic. The woman, though her features looked a little childish, was incredibly beautiful, with a formidable figure, and her age was impossible to guess from a distance. Qin Zhifeng went to the front desk to confirm his reservation. The two receptionists, wearing matching office lady uniforms and heavy makeup, looked so silly and infatuated that Qin Zhixin felt almost disgusted.

Qin Zhixin followed Qin Zhifeng the whole time since entering the lobby. She felt that this was not the first time he had handled these matters, and he handled everything in an orderly manner after arriving at the conference venue.

The conference room was about the size of two classrooms, with rows of long, horizontally placed solid wood tables, each covered in velvet. At the front was a small platform, complete with multimedia equipment. Several people had already arrived. One of them, a man with a goatee, approached Qin Zhifeng upon seeing him and lightly punched him in the arm.

"Fuck, Fengzi, you look like a human now. What's this?"

The man with the goatee had just not noticed Qin Zhixin following behind Qin Zhifeng. When he got closer and took a look, he stuttered and his face looked like he had a fever.

"My cousin. You must have seen her when she was little. We went to the internet cafe together. Qin Zhixin, do you still recognize Wu Xueen? We used to play games together in high school."

Qin Zhixin raised an eyebrow and glanced at the still hesitant Wu Xueen. "Remember, the one with pubic hair on his chin."

Wu Xueen was shy at first, but after hearing Qin Zhixin's vulgar joke, he remembered Qin Zhixin and looked incredulous.

"Fuck, you're that stinky brat! I thought you were a boy, you had short hair on your head back then."

"I didn't say I was a man."

Qin Zhixin raised her head and glared at Wu Xueen's chin hair. She thought his habit of never shaving his chin hair was really sloppy. Wu Xueen's face flushed and whitened. As surprised as Qin Zhixin had been just now, he felt as uncomfortable now as if he had swallowed a fly.

"By the way, don't tell me that you and my brother both work at the company."

"No. I graduated from Nanling Medical University and was admitted to this school through postgraduate study. I followed my boss here..."

"He's a student of my client. He's extremely poor and has to rely on his own two legs to get back to the dormitory after school."

Qin Zhifeng interrupted Wu Xueen's chatter. He was a man who could not produce ivory from a dog's mouth. Wu Xueen became anxious when he heard it.

"No, I'm studying in the hospital, and my dorm is right behind the hospital gate. Why would I need a car? How can I stand upside down and go back without relying on my legs?"

"Forget it, I won't bother you. I'm going to pick up your boss. Do you want to come with me?"

Wu Xueen wilted when he heard this, and just stood there obediently, smiling awkwardly.

"I won't go. I'm nothing like you. You're thick-skinned and you've become a member of society now."

Qin Zhifeng didn't reply, which was his tacit agreement. He asked Qin Zhixin to wait in the conference room while he went downstairs to receive the important guest. Being left in the conference room, Qin Zhixin and Wu Xueen chatted intermittently, and soon the topic turned to Qin Zhifeng's love history, especially the incident in which Qin Zhifeng got pregnant by someone in high school.

"Didn't your brother almost send a girl to the maternity ward in high school? He said nice things like he would marry her when he got to college, but he ignored her after he got there."

Qin Zhixin was not surprised by this, as she had a general idea of ​​the subsequent developments of the things Qin Zhifeng had done.

"She had an abortion. Even if the baby was born, he would probably pretend to be dead, given his personality."

"Your brother is quite a scumbag."

"Are you envious of him?"

Wu Xueen fell into a brief silence. He began to scratch the goatee on his chin and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"You'd be lying if you said I wasn't envious. Think about it, let alone high school, even now, most undergraduates are just freshmen. They're nothing like Fengzi, who wants to be offered his services wherever he goes."

"You're ugly and have an awkward figure, so it's normal that you can't sleep well."

"Can you be more tactful? After all, I took you to the internet cafe a lot in high school."

"Don't give me that. My brother brought them all here, you're just a bystander. Oh, and don't tell me you're still single?"

When Wu Xueen heard this, he smiled shyly.

"I'm in a relationship with someone, but we haven't confirmed it yet. We'll be together soon."

Qin Zhixin looked unconvinced. She looked carefully at Wu Xueen's expression and felt that he didn't seem to be joking.

"Who's so blind? Don't tell me you're dating online, are you? Old Wu, there's so much truth and lies online. Maybe the person you're chatting with isn't a woman. Are you sure you're dating someone?"

"Nonsense, she's my college classmate. She's preparing for her postgraduate entrance exam, and I've been taking time off every day to study with her."

"Look, are there any photos?"

Wu Xueen took out his cell phone and looked through his Moments.

"Let me show you. I took this photo last month."

Qin Zhixin clicked it and saw two people holding hands tightly, with the cinema screen in the background.

[Tsk, this camera movement is so tacky. And her hands are old, so old and fat. Doesn't she take care of them at all? Tsk, so ugly.]

Activating the skill card [Foul Male Condensation], Qin Zhixin kept picking at the thorns in her heart. She stretched out her slender jade fingers and flipped up again. The next one she saw was still a photo taken by Wu Xueen.

The photo depicts a room that practically conforms to every stereotypical Japanese aesthetic. A long, solid wood table, decorated with minimalist elements, is topped with a few cheap, low-quality lacquerware purchased online. A wooden tabletop holds sashimi and a bottle of sake. The lighting is deliberately dimmed, capturing the lower half of the "ambiguous object" kneeling in a chiffon dress.

Qin Zhixin curled her lips. Not finding a photo of her face, she simply locked her phone and turned to speak to Wu Xueen.

"Are there any pictures of her face?"

"No, she doesn't allow it to be filmed."

"Tsk, are you sure you're having an affair with her?"

Wu Xueen felt a little embarrassed. He felt that Qin Zhixin's distrust was a mockery of him, and he replied in a snarky tone.

"You deserved a beating when you were little, why do you deserve it even more now?"

Qin Zhixin didn't care.

"Well, I know someone. He's met, well, how should I put it, he thinks he's met his destined partner. They were high school classmates, and it's been a few years since they graduated, and they haven't been in touch in those years. This guy I know is almost an idiot when it comes to relationships. His family is quite wealthy, but he's ugly and stupid. He believes whatever people say and is easily deceived..."

"Fuck, stop, stop, stop, get to the point. Do you have a grudge against this guy?"

"Okay. He thought he'd met the right person, but he was worried, so he went to check what the woman had done before. He actually found out. The woman had done jobs all over the country, and now he's still howling in the group."

Wu Xue'en's mouth twitched. The more he listened, the more he felt that this girl was being sarcastic. Although he was certain that Qin Zhixin wasn't talking about him, he felt like he was being mute and swallowing bitter herbs. To him, this was a hidden meaning. Not allowing photos and posting on WeChat Moments might be out of shyness, but more likely, she didn't want to appear in his WeChat Moments.

"You're just saying a few words casually. Don't stir up trouble. You're just like your brother, even your words are the same."

"What? Did Qin Zhifeng also say that your ambiguous partner is unreliable?"

Wu Xueen wanted to say something, but Qin Zhifeng had already led the "important guests" including his mentor into the venue. He hurriedly stood up and went over to greet his mentor.

After confirming that the main doctors of the department had arrived, Qin Zhifeng started the meeting without caring whether others had arrived or not.

To put it bluntly, Jinxia Biological Company is just an agent. Rather than being a biotechnology company, it is more accurate to describe it as a warehousing and logistics company that imports foreign goods into China, packages them, and then sells them.

According to Qin Zhifeng, the purpose of this meeting is to promote Europa's new special biological agent for treating gastric squamous cell carcinoma. This drug is purely imported and will not be covered by medical insurance, so the price is naturally very scary. A course of treatment for a patient will cost at least 400,000 yuan, and the efficacy may not be very good.

As the meeting's host and the company's second-tier distributor, Qin Zhifeng naturally knew all about the drug's efficacy and course of action. But that wasn't important; what mattered was whether anyone would buy it. As long as he could find a niche, he'd make a lot of money.

Anyway, he has already given enough red envelopes to the director and has also determined the future profit sharing ratio. Coming here is just a meeting and a formality to get to know more partners.

Qin Zhixin's job this time was just a vase. She was responsible for standing in the corner of the stage and turning the pages of the PPT.

Seeing Qin Zhifeng talking about the efficacy of this new drug, he used professional names like objective response rate, progression-free survival time, etc., which sounded like the names of dishes in his mouth.

The doctors who attended sat in the front row, and the ones in the back were all Nanling Medical University students who had come to make up the numbers. Since it was general surgery, most of the people present were male. Many of them, even the doctors in the front row, were secretly looking at her.

Qin Zhixin had a tense face and felt her legs go weak under the gaze of everyone. She didn't have the sharp words she had just used to tease Wu Xueen.

Chapter 131: Cold Smoke, Golden Lion, and a Vast Sea of ​​People

In early September 2023, it was Qin Zhixin’s third month at Nanling City Stomatological Hospital.

Qin Zhixin, an eight-year student of oral medicine at West China Medical School, completed her defense in June 2023. After resting for only a few days in Chengdu, she reported to the hospital. She had signed a contract with the hospital before she graduated in April.

For the past three months, she's been the chief resident in the orthodontics department, requiring her to arrive on time every day. Normally, dentistry procedures are minor, performed on-site, and rarely require hospitalization. However, this depends on the specific hospital, as the patient population at lower-tier hospitals differs significantly from that at higher-tier hospitals.

If we only look at the mortality rate, any tertiary hospital will have a higher mortality rate than any secondary hospital, and the patient mortality rate and hospitalization rate are often higher in better hospitals.

Nanling City Stomatological Hospital, although the name sounds like a second-rate specialized hospital, it is actually a rare old-fashioned tertiary hospital in the country, and it was established before the founding of the Republic.

This hospital, formerly the Nationalist Government's Central Health Laboratory's Dental Disease Prevention and Treatment Center, was reorganized after the founding of the People's Republic of China into a key national central city dental institution, one of only five such institutions in the country. The hospital's authority embodies the diverse range of difficult and complex conditions that lower-level hospitals dare not treat, leaving only this one to handle them.

Similar cases give orthodontists a headache when they see infected maxillofacial fractures, tumors, and impacted wisdom teeth with severe infections that cause malformations. Many other dentists may only see one patient a month, but Nanling City Dental Hospital can often see all of them in one day.

As usual, Qin Zhixin brought a large bottle of black coffee from home. She drank it not just to perk herself up, but also to remind herself it was time to go to work. The coffee was in a thermos, scratched and dented, but she was too lazy to replace it. Qin Zhixin also added several lumps of brown sugar to the mix. She had originally planned to add sugar cubes, but when they ran out, she still had brown sugar in the spice box in the kitchen.

Now it's half Chinese and half Western, and the thing in the thermos cup really turned into Chinese medicine soup.

In Qin Zhixin's opinion, adding sugar to coffee was simply to suppress the sourness of the beans. As for the type of sugar, Qin Zhixin didn't care. She didn't care. She already drank coffee for a boost, so it would be pretentious to consider what kind of sugar to add to make it authentic.

The coffee beans are produced in Yunnan and are very cheap. A large bag weighs two kilograms and costs only a little over one hundred yuan.

Medium-roasted beans are ground into a powder using a grinder. 90-degree distilled water dissolves the impurities in the ground coffee before dripping into the cup. Medium-roasted beans have a strong oily texture and a unique aroma. This aroma resembles a combination of fruit, pine, and butter, a unique flavor of damasketone and diacetyl. Qin Zhixin prefers medium-roasted beans. Over-roasted beans are too bitter and lack any fruity aroma.

This bean-based water, laced with insect debris, was already incredibly unpalatable. To Qin Zhixin, it was practically equivalent to a traditional Chinese medicine oral solution. That tiny bit of aroma was one of coffee's few strengths. Without it, what difference was there between coffee and pot-washing water?

Although it was her usual early morning routine to go to work today, Qin Zhixin was in a good mood. Today was special, so special that she was a little happy.

Today, a new person will come to her treatment team. He is a first-year doctoral student. His supervisor jumped here from the Peking University School of Stomatology and brought several of his doctoral students with him.

Having new people was a great blessing. With more people on the treatment team, Qin Zhixin would have less work to do. Aside from the older trainees, Qin Zhixin was the youngest in the orthodontics department. The doctors from lower-level hospitals who were training were at least a generation older than her, so even with her thick skin, she didn't have the guts to boss them around.

Now, finally, a "junior" who is still studying has come. Even though the person opposite is the same age as her, it is based on first come first served.

The person who joined her treatment team was Lu Zude.

The first-year doctoral student in oral medicine at Peking University was the chubby boy she had been in high school with for three years. After the college entrance exam, everyone in the class went their separate ways, from Harbin Institute of Technology in the far north of the Republic of China to Shuangyashan University in the south. The class of more than 40 people was spread across almost every province.

Lu Zude originally went to the five-year dental program at Peking University Medical School. After completing five years of undergraduate studies, he studied for a master's degree for three years. Now he has to study for a doctorate, which will take at least three years even if he studies full-time.

This brings us to the differences in medical education and training. For example, Qin Zhixin's eight-year dental program, which combines undergraduate and doctoral degrees, consists of only two stages: undergraduate and doctoral studies, without a master's degree. This is similar to the so-called short-term "MASTER" degrees offered by some foreign schools, which are essentially preparatory courses for doctorates. Qin Zhixin's university's eight-year program simply eliminates this "preparatory course."

Qin Zhixin holds an MD (Doctor of Medicine) degree from a joint program between Huamei University and the University of Southern California, while Lu Zude is a legitimate "local doctoral student" pursuing a PhD (Doctor of Philosophy). He earned his degree through diligent study, taking a gap year after graduating from graduate school. Finally, he landed a PhD spot, only to find his advisor had moved to Nanling.

The two were the same age and were high school classmates. However, due to different training methods, one graduated and the other just started school. Qin Zhixin got a job, but Lu Zude did not.

Under such circumstances, Qin Zhixin is an "elder" to Lu Zude, the kind of elder that Lu Zude has to at least call "senior sister" when he sees her.

Qin Zhixin poured coffee while humming a song, and after dawdling for a while, she reluctantly went out.

Today she wore a plain grey T-shirt and cropped jeans, and she also had a thick, plaid shirt in her bag, the kind you'd find in a typical programmer's shirt. The hospital's air conditioning was cranked up high, but even with her thick white coat, it was still a bit chilly. She wouldn't be able to handle it without something thicker.

She was wearing a neutral outfit from head to toe, which might be considered unkempt on other women, but Qin Zhixin's foundation was so good that even the unremarkable gray round-neck T-shirt, against the backdrop of her proud figure and snow-white skin, inexplicably looked like some kind of sexy outfit. But upon closer inspection, it was clearly conservative and even a bit stiff.

All I can say is that Qin Zhixin is naturally beautiful. No matter what she wears, she can't suppress the charm that emanates from her bones. And after graduating from college, this girl's temperament is no longer as lively as before. She has become more calm, or at least she looks more calm.

If you are not familiar with Qin Zhixin, you might mistake her for an intellectual and beautiful girl.

In some novels, a stunningly beautiful woman with enormous breasts can be transformed into a commonplace by putting on black-framed glasses, or a piece of cloth wrapped around her chest can transform her surging breasts into a flat surface. The fact that these bizarre plots have survived to this day truly defies common sense.

At least Qin Zhixin can't do it, and anyone with a bust size larger than B can't do it.

Qin Zhixin even had to have her bunny bra custom-made. Anything smaller was incredibly tight, not to mention the bandages she had to use to flatten it. Even if her ribs were broken, they wouldn't flatten them. It can only be said that those who came up with the "magic bandage" trope and tirelessly cite it over and over again don't understand life, let alone women. They're probably too sexually repressed.

As Qin Zhixin walked downstairs and out of the residential complex, a dark blue Aston Martin DBX parked across the street immediately flashed its lights and honked its horn. Qin Zhixin stopped, and the car started to follow. When it reached her side, it rolled down the window and drove slowly alongside her.

"Lao Qin, I'll take you to the hospital."

In the car was a young man with a slightly dark complexion named Sun Zhijie. He had an ordinary appearance, but he was wearing a lot of handmade high-end clothing. The watch on his wrist was a double-hand flyback chronograph customized by an independent watchmaker. The price of that watch alone was no cheaper than the car he was driving.

Sun Zhijie was a patient Qin Zhixin had taken care of. He had a severely impacted wisdom tooth and only went to the hospital for a checkup when it started to squeeze, which happened to be Qin Zhixin's case. This guy was no ordinary person. A normal person would have come to the hospital with a toothache long ago, but he endured it, waiting until it became severely inflamed and required incision and drainage. When he saw Qin Zhixin, he was so astonished that after having his wisdom tooth extracted, he even had orthodontic treatment at Qin Zhixin's place to get closer to her.

Now that's great. Originally, he only needed to remove the squeezed wisdom tooth, but now all four wisdom teeth need to be removed, and he specifically asked Qin Zhixin to do them all for him.

The other three normal wisdom teeth do not require hospitalization and can be removed with anesthesia. In order not to affect the patient's life, it is usually necessary to wait a week between each extraction.

I had my second wisdom tooth extracted last week.

At the time, Sun Zhijie was lying in the electric dental chair, with Qin Zhixin next to him. Even though she was wearing disposable nitrile gloves, the hospital-issued white coat, and a mask, her delicate fingers brushing against his gums still gave Sun Zhijie a strange, trembling feeling, not to mention when Qin Zhixin's plump breasts were practically touching his cheeks.

He had to tilt his head almost the entire time during the wisdom tooth extraction process, and last time he tilted his head towards Qin Zhixin's chest the entire time.

Qin Zhixin's white coat smelled of disinfectant, but more of her own scent. Even though he had long since decided that Qin Zhixin was his destiny, he was still excited.

At first, Sun Zhijie didn't realize it was her body odor; he simply thought she was wearing some particularly nice perfume. But he knew enough about these things to know that perfume was still too sharp. Artificially blended chemical scents, due to the varying volatility of different substances, had to be renamed "lasting fragrance" or "base note."

But the smell on Qin Zhixin's body was very consistent.

He started taking deep breaths secretly in Qin Zhixin's arms from the moment he turned his head. The smell made him hallucinate and intoxicated.

Although the tooth extraction was painful, and although Qin Zhixin hadn't used enough force, and although the root of his wisdom tooth was so thick that the anesthetic couldn't be removed even after it wore off, Sun Zhijie endured it. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Qin Zhixin, and even after the anesthetic wore off, he didn't say a word. He endured the pain, just like the pain of his inflamed wisdom tooth.

Chapter 132 Obedience Test

After Qin Zhifeng finished his speech, the audience erupted in scattered applause, but Qin Zhifeng didn't mind it. The students who came to the lecture were there for the free buffet, just to make up the numbers. Most of the doctors already knew the profit share in advance and didn't bother to ask any further questions.

After a brief question-and-answer session, the presentation ended. Qin Zhifeng quickly walked down from the stage and went straight to the doctors sitting in the front row.

He exchanged contact information with all the doctors present and had the hotel waiter lead everyone to the buffet restaurant on the third floor. With so many people watching, he wouldn't be so low-EQ as to resort to schemes to profit from the crowd. Qin Zhixin followed Qin Zhifeng closely throughout the entire process, following him all the way to the elevator.