Doctor of Healing

Chapter 684 A world full of indifference and cruelty
After coming out of the toilet, Jixiang realized something was wrong.

"I" didn't rinse my mouth or wash my face. I just subconsciously wiped the stains on my face with my clothes and went to work.

No one seemed to notice what happened to "myself" among the colleagues. They didn't even smell the urine, and the shift continued.

The old director still had a domineering face, looking at the old director, thinking about the black mist that might appear on his body at any time, Ji Xiang gradually became numb.

Another uneventful day passed.

Everyone is like a walking dead, and Ji Xiang even feels that he has been assimilated.

Early the next morning, "I" came to the department.

It was still early, and the sun hadn't come in yet, so "I" just walked in, carelessly, not caring about anything, and just opened the handover book.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ji Xiang seemed to see the woman in white behind him on the black screen of the mobile phone.

"I" didn't take a picture right away, but turned around and greeted the woman in white.

Ji Xiang's hair exploded.

The heart deformed, and then recovered, just "floating" in front of him.

"You..." The butcher-like doctor pointed at "yourself".

In the black mist, a woman in white appeared behind the old director. The red embroidered shoes were so dazzling.

The butcher-like doctor fell down, in the blood spray from his crushed heart.

"I" walked up slowly, and handed the paper to the old director against the blood mist.

but!

"I know." "I" turned his head and said softly.

The old director scolded for 5 minutes, and finally closed his mouth with a cold face and frost.

Ji Xiang looked at this scene in a daze, just like talking about a patient who vomited blood when chatting - a mouthful of blood sprayed on the room, and the person disappeared.

Ji Xiang saw a polite smile on his face.

The old director's face was expressionless in the blood mist, his face was covered with fine blood beads, he didn't seem to notice it, and his indifference went down to the bone.

"What the hell are you writing!" The old director opened his mouth and scolded

"I" stood aside and watched coldly.

The butcher-like doctor lowered his head, sweat could already be seen on his temples.

At 8:15, Doctor No.1 took the paper full of words and handed it to the old director.

"Understood." "Myself" said again, took a photo of the handover, then found the photo album, and sent a photo from a long time ago to the group.

Come to the department, change clothes and change shifts.

He seemed to want to run away, but he had no strength.

I am ~ good ~ hungry ~
The woman in white didn't know if she understood her answer, she was still screaming behind her.

One person, one person, another person.

There is indeed a problem, but Ji Xiang is a normal person, he doesn't know what "he" is going to do, and why he smiles kindly at the woman in white.

But he is full of disdain for "self", even if the answer given by "self" is correct.

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the woman in white make a strange laugh.

Five blood holes suddenly appeared on the doctor's neck, the carotid artery was punctured, and blood gushed out.

The hostility from before facing "myself" has long since disappeared, and now he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered... no, like a lamb that has been skinned and has only one breath left.

The clothes on the chest of the butcher-like doctor were cut open, and then Ji Xiang saw a trace of blood on his skin, which became bigger and more obvious.

Just like this description, several bloody arrows spurted out, and the doctor fell limply to the ground, his hands and feet twitched, and then fell silent.

Phew... Ji Xiang let out a long breath, his heart was extremely complicated, even Ji Xiang himself couldn't explain clearly.

"Master, I...I..."

"You didn't write a single fucking word?" the old director scolded sharply.

"..." Ji Xiang couldn't understand the psychological activities of "myself".

But the old director looked at the paper as if he didn't see the blood, and then nodded.

It seemed that the old director attached great importance to the doctor like a butcher, and scolded him for a long time, and the scolding was also very vicious.

As everyone began to write answers on white paper, a black aura began to emerge from the old director.

There was no fear or fear in his heart, only plain indifference.

"Shut up!" The old director scolded, "There are no rules at all, what the hell!"

bang~
A blood mist dispersed.

even!

When the shift change began, the other doctors turned pale instantly after hearing the content of the shift change.

The butcher-like doctor didn't dare to disobey the old director's wishes. His face turned as white as a sheet of paper, and he looked at "himself" tremblingly, his eyes filled with countless hatred.

The antecedents and consequences are vivid, but Jixiang just can't explain the complex emotions deep in his heart.

The moment he shut up, the hand of the woman in white fell on her chest.

Immediately, the woman in white raised her hand and thrust it directly into her neck like a dagger.

A drop of dark red blood appeared, and then his chest was cut open, and the heart was "squeezed" out from between the ribs by an invisible big hand.

His face made Ji Xiang feel extraordinarily hideous.

The butcher-like doctor was trembling all over, and came to the old director with a blank paper in his hand.

"You have the guts to call me master for a worthless thing! Fuck you, I'm not your master. You can find any teacher to teach you."

They walked up to the old director one by one and handed over the messy papers to the old director.

Go back, wash, eat, and preview.

"I" don't care.

Even the doctor who was sprayed with blood behind him didn't notice it. With blood on his face, the man walked over the body of his colleague who was lying on the ground in a daze, and came to the old director.

There are so many hatreds, condensed into essence, piercing through the body of "myself" like a sharp arrow.

The old director had a ferocious face, and the words in his mouth became more and more vicious.

Ji Xiang looked numb, he didn't even have Zhao Zhe's face in his mind, it was blank.

The butcher-like doctor looked terrified. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Everything is natural, but Jixiang's body is cold, cold to the bone.

There were words on the white paper, and the blood of the blood mist kept falling on the paper, and soon the paper turned bright red.

I am ~ good ~ hungry ~
The voice of the woman in white came again.

Ji Xiang felt a slight chill on his neck, as if a woman in white blew into "his" ear.

He, dead, has no waves.

And the woman in white standing behind the old director seemed very satisfied with this, and turned them into corpses with countless tricks.

With a look of contempt on his face, the old director turned around and strode away.

"Myself" smiled slightly, picked up the paper knife beside him and swung it at the old director's neck.

The old director also fell down, his eyes were full of panic, disbelief, and inexplicable astonishment.

"I" stood in a pool of blood, staring into the white eyes of the woman in white.

(End of this chapter)