After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Revisiting the old place, the grave mound remained the same. After all, it had only been a few hours since the explosion, so it seemed unlikely that it would completely collapse. Qin Zhixin gathered the dead goose and knelt on the ground, stuffing it into the hole created by the explosion. That morning, Qin Zhifeng and the others hadn't completely covered the coffin, leaving a withered leg bone exposed. She couldn't bear to look directly at it, feeling guilty, muttering to herself.

"Don't blame me, my ancestors. The one who blew up your grave was named Zhang Zihao and the other was named Qin Zhifeng. The one who offered sacrifices to you was Qin Zhixin. If you want to blame someone, go find Zhang Zihao first. He was still a boy. Don't blame me, my ancestors, don't blame me, my ancestors."

After muttering, Qin Zhixin held the orange and stuffed it into the hole. At this time, Qin Zhifeng called out from behind, which scared Qin Zhixin.

"Sister, what's Haozi's last name?"

"Of course my last name is Zhang!"

Qin Zhixin replied unhappily. Qin Zhifeng was silent for a few seconds, sounding a little unsure.

"Aside from the Haozi family, there's no one else with the surname Zhang in the village, right?"

Qin Zhixin looked up suspiciously, lost in thought. Zhang Zihao was also bewildered. He approached Qin Zhifeng and spoke as they walked.

"Brother Feng, what happened? I'm the only Zhang family in Huanzigang."

Qin Zhifeng forced a smile and pointed to the tombstone he found lying flat on the ground.

"I think I found the tombstone. The owner's name is Zhang, um, something, Tai, and the word in the middle is blurred."

Qin Zhixin felt numb when she heard this, and her little hands holding the orange were shaking.

"Fuck! You blew up the Zhang family's ancestral tomb, stole their oranges, and slaughtered their geese to honor their ancestors?"

"The descendants of the Zhang family and I exploded together!"

Qin Zhifeng squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, then looked at Zhang Zihao again. Zhang Zihao's face turned pale, and he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"What is going on?"

Qin Zhixin quickly stood up and dumped the remaining dozen or so oranges toward the entrance. A few rolled back, and Qin Zhixin kicked them back into the tomb. She grabbed a hoe and began filling the grave, disregarding the need to respect the ancestors. If the Zhang family's ancestors knew what they had done today, they would probably be furious.

Qin Zhifeng and Zhang Zihao came over with their heads down to help. The three of them spent more than half an hour filling the hole. Qin Zhixin stepped forward and stomped the soil hard to make it firm, then turned over some dead leaves to cover it.

Qin Zhifeng took out a stack of toilet paper from his trouser pocket and burned it on the collapsed tombstone.

"Why are you burning that stuff?"

"I can't find any yellow paper. This toilet paper is also yellow. Do you want some?"

Qin Zhixin thought it made sense and took a few from Qin Zhifeng.

Coarse plant fibers could still be seen on the khaki-colored straw paper, and each sheet was of varying thickness. One piece even had a red stamp on it. [Liu Ji Yellow Paper, 2 Yuan per pound] Qin Zhixin rolled the paper into a ball and tossed it onto the small fire on the tombstone, but before it could ignite, the wind blew it away.

Zhang Zihao was also shivering and had a fever. Qin Zhixin saw that he looked unwell and tried to comfort him.

"Haozi, maybe the one that was blown up wasn't your ancestral grave. What if it was a grave from before the emergence of Huanzigang? Could it be another Zhang family? The surname Zhang is everywhere."

Qin Zhifeng spoke hesitantly.

"It's hard to say. Huanzigang existed during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Back then, the Qin family's ancestors were hiding from the Hunan Army. Our Qin family is a descendant of the Heavenly Kingdom's King of Yan, Qin Tianwang. We were the first group of people to hide here in Huanzigang. Before the Qin family came, this was all barren forest. Hunters trying to find it would get lost. It's only now that the tunnels have been dug that transportation is now possible."

"What if it was from before?"

"Impossible. Badger Hill is very congested. Think about your mother's side. The Tang family came here during the construction of the Third Front. The Zhang family's ancestors were wanted and hid here during the Republic of China. The timing might be just right."

Qin Zhifeng spoke in a serious tone. Qin Zhixin showed an awkward smile on her face and secretly glared at Qin Zhifeng who was trying to sabotage her.

"What if? How long did the Taiping Rebellion last? What if this is a Ming Dynasty tomb?"

"That's even more impossible. The Ming Dynasty is hundreds of years old. There's no way a single word could be left on the tombstone, which has been weathered by the wind and sun. It would have rotted into stone long ago."

Qin Zhifeng started to argue again, and Qin Zhixin became anxious. She pushed Qin Zhifeng hard but couldn't move him.

"Try saying it again! Haozi, don't be impatient, this is definitely..."

Before Qin Zhixin could finish her words, Qin Zhifeng interrupted. "Yes, Zhang Zihao, if you really can't figure it out, go ask your father or your uncle. Which ancestor of your family has the character 'Tai' in his name?"

After hearing this, Zhang Zihao couldn't hold it anymore and looked sad.

"No, Brother Feng, do you think I'm stupid? I went to ask my dad, saying, 'Daddy, daddy, I blew up a tomb today. The owner's surname is Zhang and his given name has the character 'Tai' in it. Is there such a person among our ancestors? I'm lucky I didn't get beaten to death by my dad.'"

"I can't help it. Qin Zhixin is such a demanding girl."

Qin Zhifeng looked very serious, and Qin Zhixin's pretty face turned pink with anger.

"You bastard! When did I start asking questions?"

Zhang Zihao had a half-crying, half-smiling look on his face, and no one knew what expression it was.

"Goodbye, I don't know anything. I didn't do anything today. It's still early, go kill the hedgehog. Don't worry about whose grave it is. He's dead, and he's been dead for decades, at least. Forget it!"

Qin Zhifeng pulled a multi-purpose knife from his pocket, took out the thin blade, and folded it open. He held the still-living hedgehog suspended, thrusting the tip of the thin blade through its jaw. The tip caught behind the cervical vertebrae, and with a twist of his wrist, the hedgehog's head and body separated, leaving only the skin at the back of its neck connected. The decapitated hedgehog continued to twitch, but Qin Zhifeng was quick. He grabbed the severed head with one hand and tore it apart, separating the skin from the hedgehog's back and belly. Only the flesh and skin of its hands and feet remained connected. He then cut open its belly with a single cut, quickly removing all its internal organs.

Zhang Zihao felt nauseous when he saw the bloody thing. Unable to hold it back, he ran to the side, held onto a tree and started vomiting, completely vomiting out the fish he had eaten at noon.

Qin Zhifeng glanced at him and curled his lips.

"Well, you've offered sacrifices to your ancestors in vain. Why don't you stop peeing on the grave?"

Chapter 138: Cold and Cold Jin Ni's Nature is Hard to Change

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

Sun Zhijie 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, so even after the anesthetic wore off, he didn't say a word, just endured it, just like he would endure an inflamed wisdom tooth.

And today is the day for Sun Zhijie to have his next tooth extracted.

Qin Zhixin didn't bother to flirt with Sun Zhijie and got in the car and sat in the passenger seat. Sun Zhijie glanced at her sideways and saw that Qin Zhixin had fastened her seat belt before starting the car.

"Lao Qin, when you go up, remember to give me your number and send me the time. I'll pick a free time to have breakfast."

"Don't worry, you won't forget. I have a new guy in my team today. I'll have him extract your tooth."

Sun Zhijie recalled the memory of last week's tooth extraction, and the anesthetic hardening he'd experienced. His hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel, but he decided to push through once more. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, feeling a strange phantom pain in his empty gums, as if that damned wisdom tooth with its incredibly strong root was still firmly planted in his gums.

"No, you should pull it out yourself. I'm afraid of the new guy's clumsy hands."

"Didn't you say I wasn't quick last time?"

Qin Zhixin glanced at Sun Zhijie, who looked a little nervous, and couldn't help but find it funny.

"Honestly, Lao Qin, under normal circumstances, I really wouldn't dare ask you to pull out my other two teeth. The pain last time was so severe that I even had cramps when I got home. I saw online that someone developed scurvy after having their teeth pulled."

"You're such a big guy, but you're such a coward. Didn't I prescribe metronidazole for you? If you still get infected, it's just fate."

Qin Zhixin adjusted her seatbelt. No matter how expensive the car, the tight pressure of the belt against her breasts always made her feel a little uncomfortable. The thick belt had little elasticity, and the backward force pushed her breasts unevenly. Her smooth, elastic breasts overflowed the edges of the belt, slightly deforming her wrinkled, pure gray cotton T-shirt. The collar, slightly wrinkled from washing, was pulled down by the belt, changing its regular round shape into a strange, irregular shape.

"Come on, don't you want to admit that your craftsmanship is not good?"

Sun Zhijie nodded, pretending to turn his head unintentionally, and his small eyes swept across the snow-white collar of Qin Zhixin, as if he was under a spell, and his gaze was fixed on her without moving.

Her upper chest was full, its whiteness like glazed porcelain, and when illuminated, it seemed to glow faintly, its translucence like the finest white jade, without a trace of lint. And below, a surging softness rose and fell with Qin Zhixin's slight movements and breathing. Above, her moderately long neck, perfectly matched to the exposed area of ​​her upper chest, rose and fell. As she turned her head to adjust her seatbelt, her sternocleidomastoid muscles naturally engaged, her slender neck accentuating the beauty of her neck.

And her pretty face too.

Maybe it was because of the heat, there was a thin layer of pink on Qin Zhixin's face, like rosy clouds or aurora, which made her pretty face even more charming.

"Don't be in a daze. If you're really that horny, go find yourself a dick."

Qin Zhixin rolled her eyes when she saw how stupid he was and how he couldn't even concentrate on driving.

Sun Zhijie couldn't help swallowing. He took a deep breath. The small space in the car made Qin Zhixin's body fragrance even more fragrant. He greedily absorbed it, impatiently, as if he was sucking on the fragrance of the most beautiful rose in the world. It was a pity that this beautiful woman had a mouth.

"Isn't this something I can never get tired of looking at? Don't tell me, you're so beautiful. Even if you were dazed by me, you can't blame me. After all, I have your eyes. Who would want to go after those vulgar girls after seeing you?"

Qin Zhixin didn't bother to respond to Sun Zhijie's nagging arguments. She carefully opened the lid of her thermos to prevent the coffee from spilling and staining other people's cars. The coffee was still a little hot, and Qin Zhixin sipped it in small sips. The bitter aroma of coffee filled the car. The subtle sourness of roasting and the oily aroma of the coffee beans themselves made the smell bitter in the mouth.

"Lao Qin, I'll bring you coffee next time. You have to make it yourself, which is too troublesome. But you know what, I don't see many girls who like to drink black coffee."

Sun Zhijie turned the car around and drove into the middle of the road, talking incoherently.

"It's hard to drink to begin with. Let alone women, how many men would like this stuff?"

"Do you read Xiaohongshu? I saw some people using black coffee enemas, claiming it can burn fat."

Qin Zhixin still had a mouthful of coffee in her mouth, but after hearing what Sun Zhijie said, she didn't know whether she should swallow it. She wanted to take a few more sips, but this bastard was really a genius at chatting, and it really frustrates her to hear other people talk about this while drinking coffee.

"I'm still drinking coffee and you're telling me this. Where did you see this? I wonder if it was forwarded on Tieba."

"Ah? Haha, I did read the reposts, but not the Tieba. Who reads Tieba nowadays? It's been lonely for a long time."

Sun Zhijie laughed awkwardly. Only then did he realize how outrageous the topic he had come up with was. His old face turned a little red.

There was a brief silence between the two people in the car.

Qin Zhixin prepared herself mentally and drank half of the coffee in the thermos, enduring the bitter taste. She felt better and swallowed it all before speaking.

"I encountered this when I was interning in the anorectal department of the affiliated hospital in Chengdu. Many people like to pump themselves full of all sorts of stuff. Coffee in it is relatively light, while others pump themselves with Chinese medicine. Some people swear by folk remedies and use Sophora flavescens and Cnidium monnieri enemas to treat genital warts. Whether it works or not is another matter, but many of them have severe liver damage and need to be sent to the emergency room. But even more often, they suffer from liver failure and fractures. They lie there and just howl, and it hurts my ears to hear them."

Sun Zhijie swallowed his saliva. He didn't know what to say and stammered, "Ah?"

"Do you know how valuable a university is in Chengdu?" Qin Zhixin squinted, as if recalling something. "There are still many people in Chengdu who have had their backdoors so bad that they need surgery to shrink them. It's really a torture for them to have that thing on them. It's so bad that they can't even use it in daily life. Their pockets are often filled with yellow. Not only do these people get beaten by the caregivers when they're old, but the senior nurses in the department also look down on them and give them harder injections."

"Old Qin, is it possible that they usually don't live to see old age because they play so hard?"

"You're underestimating modern medicine. Some diseases can't be cured, but if they can be controlled they won't be fatal. You can live with them for a long time."

"I just heard, that's what I heard. Every year, there's a big party in Chengdu. The venue fee is quite high, and they say they use several buckets of disinfectant after use."

"Oh, you've been asking around a lot. The most typical image of a male bronze over there is pretty much like you: chubby face, buzz cut, a little beard, and a silly, naive look. They like your type the most, the typical Chengdu queen."

Sun Zhijie's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. He stared at the exhaust pipe of the car in front of him. The round shape of the car exhaust pipe made him think of something unpleasant, just like Qin Zhixin's topic about anorectal surgery.

"No, Lao Qin, don't say such scary things. This is Nanling, not Rongcheng. Don't disgust me."

Sun Zhijie drove obediently. He felt that he shouldn't talk about this topic. He wanted to find something to talk about but ended up feeling very uncomfortable.

The car drove to Nanling Stomatological Hospital. Qin Zhixin got off the car and went to report to the department first. Sun Zhijie went to have breakfast tea now. He had to have a tooth pulled in the morning. If he didn't eat more now, he was afraid of hypoglycemia during the extraction.

Qin Zhixin got out of the car, carrying a canvas bag in one hand and quickly ran through the pedestrian passage designed by the hospital, like a nimble dog.

With her beautiful legs tensed, she quickly stepped out of the crowd, turning from the inpatient department's freight elevator and running into the staff passage. Qin Zhixin felt exhausted the moment she entered the hospital. She couldn't help but yawn, and a tingling sensation welled up in her stomach, a feeling of not getting enough sleep. Qin Zhixin felt that any job would stifle her nature, but after so many years of clinical training, she couldn't help but continue.

Although if she were to start her own social media, with millions of online cyborgs lining up to beg her for money as long as she showed her face, it would seem to make more money than working as a doctor. But she studied medicine, and studied for eight years at a time. If she quit, the sunk costs would be too high.

And there are new people who need to be "welcomed" today, which at least makes Qin Zhixin feel a little excited.

The hospital was packed that morning, and the staff elevator was occupied, with doctors and patients crammed in together. Qin Zhixin squeezed into the elevator, and across from her was a little kid wearing thick glasses. Judging from his appearance, he probably looked like a middle school student. Qin Zhixin wasn't tall, but this kid was a head shorter than her. He was probably here for orthodontic treatment.

The child's face was facing Qin Zhixin's plump breasts. His acne-covered face was flushed red, and the pimples on his face were so red that they were shiny. He wanted to see Qin Zhixin's face but didn't have the courage.

Qin Zhixin hugged the canvas bag she was carrying in one hand to her chest to shield herself. She had no interest in this little brat who was at least a generation younger than her, not even in teasing. Arriving at her department's floor, Qin Zhixin squeezed out of the elevator. As she entered the department, she felt increasingly empty. The closer she got to the department, the more uncomfortable she felt.

She went to the chief resident's small office, where she put on an ugly plaid shirt, then a slightly stained white coat. Before leaving, she drank the remaining coffee in her thermos in one gulp. Even with the rock sugar, the coffee was still so bitter that she couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

She picked up her report book and emerged from her cubicle. She checked the time: 7:40, still a while before her 7:45 morning shift handover. She hesitated for a moment before entering the doctor's office. Most of the doctors and nurses in the department had arrived, nearly thirty of them standing around the long table in the middle of the office, many chatting quietly. As Qin Zhixin entered, everyone looked at her.

Qin Zhixin didn't react at all. She stood beside the long table with a cold face and the report book in her hand. Her charming almond-shaped eyes now looked like the white blood of a dead fish, and she had an indescribable decadence.

She sighed inwardly, her eyes scanning everyone around the table in the doctor's office.

"The head nurse hasn't arrived yet, so let me make a few remarks before the shift begins. There's a new hire here today, and you should all know about it. Each group will explain things to the new hire later, emphasizing the essentials and common mistakes. Let me be clear, the department's account is running low. If accidents keep happening, we'll have to figure out how to raise the money ourselves after deducting the department's funds."

Chapter 139 Low-level Animals

Qin Zhifeng used a knife to pin the bloody hedgehog to a branch. The dark red flesh, tinged with yellow fat, was still dripping blood. Too lazy to look, he went to the side to find some firewood. Qin Zhixin wanted to follow, but seeing Zhang Zihao still leaning against the tree trunk, panting, she stayed where she was, supporting him.

Zhang Zihao's expression returned to normal after a while. He found a relatively clean rock to sit on, trying to stay as far away from his vomit as possible. Qin Zhixin was helpless to see him like this. She didn't care that there might be water droplets on the dead leaves on the ground. She sat down cross-legged and leaned against the rock where Zhang Zihao was sitting.

"Haozi, you're getting less courageous as you get older. It's just skinning people, we've done it many times before, why are you so cowardly now?"

Zhang Zihao was still stubborn, his face pale. "I wasn't scared, I was just running so fast I couldn't catch my breath. Who's afraid of being skinned alive? Who's afraid of being skinned alive?"

"I think you are just scared by killing hedgehogs. I will kill sheep later. Do you want to try it?"

Zhang Zihao asked uncertainly, "Just the three of us killing the sheep?"

"Who else could it be? I'll have my brother tie up the sheep and then just cut its neck."

Zhang Zihao's face paled even further when he heard this. Qin Zhifeng had already returned from collecting firewood. He had piled the dry wood into a triangular pyramid and used dead leaves and yellow paper in the center of the pile as kindling. Qin Zhixin stood up, brushed the dust off her pants, and unhooked the hedgehog from the branch. She borrowed a knife from Qin Zhifeng and cut the hedgehog into three pieces. Because the leg that was caught in the noose was the wrong color, Qin Zhixin simply cut it off and discarded it.

Qin Zhixin skewered the hedgehog meat on a wooden stick with the bark peeled off. She took out her cell phone to take a photo before sticking the sticks with the meat into the soil one by one.

The flames licked the hedgehog flesh, and the yellow fat beneath the skin began to melt, dripping onto the wood with a crackling sound and starting to smoke. Soon, the meat was charred by the fire, and the already dark red meat was burned even darker. Zhang Zihao came over and stared at the hedgehog on the fire in a daze. He saw that these three pieces of meat were roasted hard, and he couldn't bear it.

"No salt?"

"No, the blood wasn't drained clean. There's a little salt in the blood. This is traditional barbecue. You get the original flavor of the food. The best part is the hedgehog flavor."

Qin Zhifeng was grinning with his big teeth showing, and what he said sounded like fart.