Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

It is a kind of trust that comes from the bottom of my heart, like the spring sunshine shining in my heart.

Their frowns gradually relaxed, and long-lost smiles appeared on their faces.

After some treatment by Zhao Zhizhi, those seemingly troublesome patients were relieved.

Their condition gradually stabilized and their bodies gradually recovered. Watching the patient step by step out of the shadow of illness, Zhao Zhizhi's heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.

"Thank you so much. You are such a goddess doctor!"

"When I was in other places, the doctors said that my disease was incurable, but I didn't expect that you cured me!"

"You are simply the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, my reborn parents!"

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When the patients burst into tears of gratitude and thanked Zhao Zhizhi one after another, her face was always filled with a faint smile.

At that moment, Zhao Zhizhi felt that all his efforts were worth it.

She knows very well that doctors are benevolent and it is her mission and responsibility to treat illnesses and save lives. Every patient's recovery is her greatest wish and happiness.

When night fell and the stars twinkled, Zhao Zhizhi still stayed in the ward.

She knows that every patient deserves to be cared for and healed. As long as there are patients who need her, she will stay here and protect every life with her medical skills and love.

The reputation of "Xinglin Chunnuan" became even more famous. People all knew that there was a female doctor here who was not only superb in medical skills, but also kind-hearted.

Zhao Zhizhi also understood a truth: No matter what difficulties you encounter, as long as you have love and faith in your heart, there will be no obstacles that you cannot overcome.

On this day, she was about to leave the hospital after get off work, when suddenly a dark figure rushed to the door, climbed through the window, and held a dagger to her neck.

Zhao Zhizhi's heartbeat suddenly dropped, but her eyes were not panicked.

Although this man held a dagger against her neck, there was no ferocity or murderous intent in his eyes.

On the contrary, there was a hint of helplessness and expectation in his eyes, as if he was asking her for help.

"Who are you and why is this happening?" Zhao Zhizhi asked calmly.

"Save me." The man in black said hoarsely, with an indescribable pain in his tone.

Zhao Zhizhi did not ask any further questions. She knew that this person needed her help.

She slowly pulled out of his grasp and began to examine his wounds.

She frowned when her hands touched his body.

The man's wound had festered and emitted a disgusting stench.

Without immediate treatment, he might not survive more than a few days.

Zhao Zhizhi didn't say anything, she began to treat the wound. She wiped the area around the wound with alcohol and then bandaged it with sterile gauze.

During the whole process, the man in black remained silent, only occasionally letting out a few low moans.

There was no expression on his face, as if he was enduring pain silently.

After treating the wound, Zhao Zhizhi began to apply wound medicine on him.

She noticed that his muscles were unusually stiff, as if he had lost consciousness.

She knew the man was in great pain, but she also knew now was not the time to ask about him.

After applying the wound medicine, Zhao Zhizhi began to suture his wound.

She did not use anesthesia because she knew the man's body could no longer bear any stimulation. Her hands were steady and strong, and each needle passed through the edge of the wound with precision.

The man in black endured the pain silently, without any change in expression on his face.

After the suturing was completed, Zhao Zhizhi began to feel his pulse. When her hand touched his wrist, she couldn't help but froze. This man actually has no pulse!

She knew that this man was dying and that if he did not receive timely treatment, he might lose his life at any time.

"Who are you?" Zhao Zhizhi asked, with a hint of nervousness and anxiety in his tone.

The man in black didn't answer her question, but looked at her with a complicated look.

His eyes were full of gratitude and trust, as if telling her: As long as you can save me, I am willing to do anything for you.

Zhao Zhizhi did not pursue the question any further. She knew that the most important thing now was to keep this person alive.

She began to give him cardiotonic drugs and continued to perform heart compressions on him.

After some intense rescue efforts, the man in black's blood pressure and heartbeat finally stabilized.

Zhao Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this person had passed the most dangerous moment.

But she also knew the man was in very bad shape and needed continued treatment and observation.

So she decided to leave him in the hospital and send someone to take care of him secretly.

In the next few days, Zhao Zhizhi asked Xia Pan'er to stay by the man in black's bedside, constantly checking his physical condition and adjusting the dosage of his medication.

The curiosity in Xia Paner's heart was like fine grass blown by the wind, tickling her heart.

The man in black lying on the hospital bed was always an unsolved mystery, making her mind unable to settle down.

His reticence is more like a layer of fog, tightly wrapping his identity.

Xia Pan'er sat in the corner of the ward, holding her chin in her hands, staring at the man in black.

His face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

She couldn't help but feel pity in her heart, but she was attracted by the secret hidden in his deep eyes.

"Who are you?" Xia Pan'er asked softly, but the man in black did not respond.

The days passed slowly while waiting, and the condition of the man in black seemed to have improved slightly.

One day, Xia Pan'er had to go out to get medicine. During the time she left the ward, she was always thinking about the man in black.

When she hurried back to the ward, she found that the bed was empty, the man in black was gone, leaving only an empty white sheet.

Her heart sank suddenly, a mixture of loss and anxiety.

However, at this moment, she discovered a golden token and a note on the table.

There was a emblem engraved on the token. Although she didn't recognize the emblem, she could feel the solemnity and majesty it exuded.

The handwriting on the note was neat and powerful, saying "I am very grateful. Thank you again in the future."

These few words seemed to have a kind of magic power, making Xia Paner's mood gradually calm down.

Xia Pan'er immediately brought the token and note to Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi took the token and note and looked at it carefully.

There was no panic or uneasiness on her face, she just said calmly: "It turned out to be him."

Xia Pan'er's curiosity was like a ignited flame, burning brightly: "Sister Zhao, do you know this person? Who is he?"

Zhao Zhizhi shook his head gently: "I don't know his identity, but I know he is a person with a story."

Xia Paner asked: "Then will he come back?"

Zhao Zhizhi did not answer, but glanced at the token lightly: "Maybe."