Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 202 That Doctor Killer 15

The henchman next to Ji Yanli glanced at Ji Yanli's face and his heart sank.

With the boss looking so serious, could there be a mole in the Green Lantern Society?

My younger brother suspected everyone in the Green Lantern Society.

The person least likely to be an undercover agent is the most likely to be one.

The younger brother looked somewhat frightened. Could it be that the boss was the undercover agent?

Ji Yanli sighed: "Such a hobby is too strange."

The younger brother breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously, "Boss, what new hobby do you have?"

Keeping reptiles, raising mango pits, and pretending to rent a house while looking at apartments...

With so many strange hobbies, it's truly unexpected that there are still things that seem odd to the eldest brother.

Ji Yanli glanced at his underlings beside him and frowned.

What could someone as stupid as him possibly know?

But looking into his pleading eyes, he calmly said, "Tell me, is it strange that someone likes to stab you with a knife?"

The younger brother couldn't help but take a few steps back: "Boss, this is not surprising. We treat our enemies this way."

Ji Yanli got annoyed when he heard this; he knew the man didn't understand anything.

He said impatiently, "What's so strange about enemies? But we're not enemies; we have a very good relationship."

The younger brother remained silent for a long time, then secretly glanced at Ji Yanli: "Boss, is this just wishful thinking on your part?"

Ji Yanli said coldly, "Get out."

He can't speak properly but keeps making random comments.

Just as the younger brother was about to close the door, he heard Ji Yanli's voice: "Whether someone is on good terms with you or not, you actually know in your heart."

The younger brother nodded and closed the door.

“But boss, people’s perceptions can be biased,” he said with a sigh.

He had misunderstood this before, until he heard someone say that he was illiterate.

The streets will be deserted during the Spring Festival, and the flow of customers to popular shops will decrease in a short time, but the flow of people in hospitals is always so stable.

The hospital director's favorite thing to do is take walks around the hospital.

He carefully selected all the flowers and plants in the hospital; he was a hospital director with a keen eye for aesthetics, unlike those old-fashioned people.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but ever since he started working with Ji Yanli, there seemed to be no more medical disputes at the hospital.

The hospital director walked into the hospital and suddenly found a group of people gathered in the stairwell.

"Hey, why are you all gathered here? Get out of the way!"

The dean was a little angry. "They're all adults, what are they doing? Don't they know they can't gather together, especially in the stairwell?"

But no matter how he tried to pull them, they wouldn't budge. They held up their phones, their faces full of excited smiles.

The dean thought to himself, "This is bad!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!" the dean roared.

Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out from the crowd: "It's this Song Xianyin! My leg was perfectly fine, but after she treated it like this, I can't even lift it now."

People around Song Xianyin pointed and whispered.

Song Xianyin was all too familiar with this kind of scene. She calmly looked at him and said, "If it's my fault, the hospital..."

"Pah! You're in cahoots with the hospital to scam money!" The man was quite agitated.

Leaning on his cane, he looked at the people surrounding him and felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon seeing so many people supporting him.

"Let's go. We don't need to give any more money to this hospital. Isn't there anywhere else to get treatment?" the man said magnanimously, waving his hand.

A man holding up his phone laughed, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Then we're not leaving. We're not like you. What if we get seriously ill if we go out?"

It's fine to offer him verbal support, but not to actually leave.

The man looked at Song Xianyin, who stood opposite him quietly, her hands in the pockets of her white coat, seemingly not taking him seriously.

He stared into her eyes and said in the most vicious tone, "Who knows how you climbed up here?"

But Song Xianyin's reaction disappointed him greatly.

She didn't blush and argue back, nor did she show the shame and indignation he had imagined. She just looked at him, nothing more.

"The hospital will give you an explanation for this, or you can call the police."

The man retorted stubbornly, "Everyone knows you have a good relationship with the police."

Finally, someone nearby couldn't stand it anymore: "So what do you want to do? You said you'd get a hospital check-up, but you wouldn't agree. You said you'd call the police, but you kept saying all this nonsense."

"I think he just wants money."

"When did I ever ask for money?! I'm just asking for justice!" the man retorted, his face flushed.

The people around didn't get to see the good show, nor did they see Song Xianyin crying and helpless, so they dispersed after a short while.

Wen Xi looked at Song Xianyin with some admiration: "Dr. Song, you are amazing. I will do the same next time I encounter a similar situation."

Such things happen a lot in hospitals, especially among middle-aged people who love to spread rumors and say things that are simply disgusting.

Song Xianyin laughed and said, "Then you can't show any shyness. At the very least, you can't have any physiological reactions like blushing."

Otherwise, the other party will get even more into the insults.

Wen Xi frowned: "Then how can I avoid blushing?"

She blushes when she gets excited.

“Everyone handles things differently. Some people are better suited to being directly insulted, but I don’t think this kind of rumor matters to me, so I just ignore it.”

Wen Xi wailed, "But I really care. But if I pretend I don't care, I'll blush. I won't swear, Dr. Song."

What will she do then?

Song Xianyin patted her shoulder and looked at her seriously: "Then run away. You'll definitely be punished for hitting them. Next time something like this happens, just run away."

There's nothing shameful about running.

Wen Xi whispered, "But it's not just those people, there are also people in the hospital..."

Actually, people in hospitals can be quite gossipy; they used to talk about her and Dr. Qin...

"Run too! If you hear them talking about you, run! Don't listen to them."

Wen Xi nodded uncertainly. Would this really work?

What Dr. Song said must be correct.

While I was on the night shift, two colleagues next to me suddenly started talking about what happened that afternoon.

"Actually, I think what that person said makes some sense, that Song Xianyin..."

Wen Xi bit her lip. Dr. Song wasn't that kind of person. She wanted to argue, but she didn't dare.

Just as the two people next to her were still talking, Wen Xi suddenly rushed out.

The two of them stared blankly at her retreating figure.

A short while later, Wen Xi returned.

The two looked at each other, then continued their conversation: "Wen Xi, you and Dr. Qin before..."

The next second, Wen Xi darted away like the wind.

When she returned, the two men were completely silent.