Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 191 That Doctor Killer 4

It finally stopped raining, but the sky was still overcast.

Song Xianyin tightened her coat and walked towards the field.

After these days, almost all the crops on the ground had been killed and were wilted. After walking for a while, she felt her shoes getting heavier and heavier.

A girl sat by the field, wearing rain boots, on the straw, watching this scene with a look of despair.

"Do you still want to farm?" Song Xianyin asked in a low voice.

The wind kept sneaking into her collar, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

The girl sighed and said, "I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to be a good person. I want to start anew."

Song Xianyin squatted down next to her, looking at the withered seedlings all over the ground: "You can kill bad people, that can be considered as eliminating harm for the people."

She's so skilled at killing; it would be a shame if she didn't kill.

The girl's eyes were filled with sorrow: "I went back to my hometown a few days ago, wanting to go to the ancestral rites with my mom. Do you know what my mom said?"

Song Xianyin took off her hat and put it on herself.

"say what?"

“My mother said I killed too many people and had too much violent energy, which scared our ancestors.”

Song Xianyin asked in bewilderment, "Is your mother a shaman? How does she know what your ancestors were thinking?"

The girl covered her face in anguish: "Our ancestors sent a dream to my mother, saying that I frightened them and that I should not go there anymore, because even in death I will not let them have peace."

"My mom said that our great-grandmother cried terribly, with snot and tears streaming down her face."

Song Xianyin stepped on an earthworm on the ground and said, "Do ghosts have snot too?"

The girl continued to cover her face: "That's not the point."

"Anyway, I will never kill anyone now. I want to farm and become a 21st-century Tao Yuanming."

Song Xianyin thought for a while: "But many farmers can only earn two thousand yuan a year by farming."

Moreover, she has no experience.

The girl was silent for a while: "You're lying to me. I saw online that farmers are very rich now. They grow rice and fruit, and they have several houses."

Song Xianyin shivered from the cold and looked at the girl next to her: "I'm telling the truth. I met a lot of farmers at the hospital, and they told me this."

Moreover, middlemen are now particularly aggressive in driving down prices. Some unscrupulous middlemen will take the grain and then delay paying.

The girl immediately stood up, grabbed Song Xianyin, and ran home.

"what happened to you?"

The girl said with a determined look: "I'll take a few jobs, kill a few bad guys, rid the people of evil, and make a little money on the side."

When Song Xianyin returned to the hospital, several people dragged the doctor away, crying and making a scene.

A group of people were trying to break up the fight, while others were fanning the flames.

"A top-tier hospital, indeed! They've swallowed up all the country's money, and the doctors are the ones making the most money."

The old man lying on the ground immediately burst into tears: "I was perfectly fine at home, but these doctors killed me as soon as they treated me."

"Murderer! Pay up!"

The doctor, trapped in the middle, was so angry his face turned red: "That's utter nonsense! This is a major operation, this kind of operation..."

"Killing! Killing!"

The patient sitting next to him watched this scene with a smile, and many people were filming it.

Song Xianyin didn't look at it anymore and returned to her department.

Just as she opened the door, she saw a familiar figure.

Hearing the voice, the man turned around: "Dr. Song."

Song Xianyin paused, her hand holding the door still, and the two stared at each other in silence.

"Dr. Song, he said he was the patient you scheduled for today, but I can't see him on the computer," the nurse said apologetically.

Song Xianyin smiled at her: "It's okay, I made a verbal agreement with them."

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief; she had thought something was wrong.

Song Xianyin held the form in his hand, her tone hesitant: "Li Dazhuang?"

Ji Yanli nodded: "Dr. Song."

Song Xianyin stared at the name on the list in silence. Ji Yanli glanced at Song Xianyin in front of him.

She has a very aloof appearance, and her expression is always indifferent when she looks at people, as if she doesn't care about anything.

However, the occasional hint of bloodiness emanating from her was very incongruous with her overall demeanor.

"Dr. Song, it's been a long time."

That night, she was the only one who approached him.

He didn't see his photo on the bounty list, but in that situation, she seemed to be the only one who could have taken his picture.

"Li Dazhuang, is your wound uncomfortable?" Song Xianyin asked.

Ji Yanli fell silent upon hearing the name. What an awful name. He should have chosen a nicer one.

He looked up at her and said, "Dr. Song, please just call me Mr. Li."

"Okay, Mr. Li Dazhuang."

For a moment, Ji Yanli's expression cracked.

Song Xianyin was treating Ji Yanli's wounds, which had almost completely healed, showing no trace of the terrible state he had been in last time.

New flesh has grown where she stabbed, looking out of place with the surrounding skin.

Song Xianyin couldn't help but touch it. If she stabbed him in the same spot again, would he heal so quickly?

Ji Yanli didn't get anything useful out of him, but he was almost blinded by Song Xianyin's holy light.

"My duty is to treat everyone."

Ji Yanli couldn't help but sneer. Doctors who haven't worked for more than a few years are all like this. They'll behave themselves when they get attacked with a knife in the future.

The nurse came in with the medicine and, looking at the empty seat, paused for a moment: "Dr. Song, has Mr. Li Dazhuang left?"

Song Xianyin nodded.

The nurse whispered to Song Xianyin with a laugh, "What era are we living in? There are still people who give themselves names like that."

She thought it was one of those old people, but it turned out to be a young man.

Song Xianyin performed several surgeries today, and just as she was about to go to the rest room, Dr. Qin bumped into her.

Song Xianyin nodded to him and prepared to leave.

"Dr. Song, is there some good news again?" Dr. Qin asked with a smile, though his expression was somewhat distorted.

Song Xianyin looked at him quietly: "Why is Dr. Qin unhappy again?"

Dr. Qin's eyes crinkled into a smile: "How could I not be happy? I'm happy for Dr. Song. Director Li values ​​you so much."

Song Xianyin nodded: "Thank you."

Just as she brushed past him, Dr. Qin suddenly spoke up: "Dr. Song, relying on unorthodox methods instead of professional skills won't get you far."

Song Xianyin looked at him, her eyes showing interest: "What are you saying, Dr. Qin?"

Dr. Qin was so angry that his veins were bulging, but he still pretended to be indifferent.

"What do you mean? But it's understandable, after all, women have more advantages than men. I just regret that I'm not a woman."

Song Xianyin looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Looking into her eyes, Dr. Qin suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Never mind, I'll go now."

He suddenly had a bad feeling.