Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 198 That Doctor Killer 11

Song Xianyin and Ji Yanli are currently ignoring each other.

In reality, it was Ji Yanli who unilaterally refused to communicate with anyone.

"Is the boss going to get depression?" Li Dazhuang asked worriedly.

Ding Li frowned: "Really? Isn't that kind of disease something only intellectuals get?"

People like them should be described as insane.

The two silently looked at Song Xianyin beside them.

"Dr. Song, why don't you go and try to persuade the eldest brother?" Li Dazhuang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Song Xianyin looked at him with some surprise: "But I'm not a psychologist."

Li Dazhuang thought about it and agreed: "Then let the eldest brother fend for himself."

"Oh, you even know this idiom?" Ding Li said with a smile, nudging him with her elbow.

Li Dazhuang blushed with embarrassment and exclaimed, "I'm not stupid, how could I not know such a simple idiom?"

Suddenly, a man walked up to Li Dazhuang.

He said cautiously, "Brother Li, the guy you beat up last time went to the police station, and the police want you to go there."

Li Dazhuang's eyes widened in anger: "He's not dead yet, and they're just pretending to be dead."

He saw the man's body twitch and then stop moving, and thought he was dead.

So she pretended to be dead in front of him.

The man sighed, "Brother Li, it's your own fault for not finishing him off."

So, how could a collision like that kill anyone?

Li Dazhuang waved his hand impatiently: "Go tell them how much money they want, I'll pay."

It seems the police station is short of money again, as they've even started dealing with things like this.

Those hats were hitting people harder than he was.

Li Dazhuang looked at Song Xianyin with some pride: "Dr. Song, our boss is even more ruthless; he can beat someone to death with his fists."

A short while later, the psychologist came out of the room.

"Li Dazhuang, you should go back first."

Li Dazhuang protested, "Why?"

The psychologist cleared his throat: "You're too noisy."

They kept saying things they shouldn't have said.

Whenever Song Xianyin leaves the room, Ji Yanli's men follow her.

Having not had surgery for several days, Song Xianyin felt her hands starting to itch.

She really missed the days when she used a saw.

"Dr. Song, there are many fun things to do at the Green Lantern Club. You can go and have some fun," someone nearby said.

Besides following Dr. Song, they had another mission: to prevent her from developing depression.

Song Xianyin became interested: "What are some fun things to do?"

The person next to him answered honestly, "Interrogation room, laboratory, and dark room."

Another person recommended, "Dr. Song, I think you would like the interrogation room. Whipping people, torture, that's what girls like these days, isn't it?"

Looking at the two people with such sincere expressions, Song Xianyin's lips twitched.

"Not really."

Is it really not something that people with special tastes would like?

Song Xianyin would stroll around the Green Lantern Fair every day after waking up, and then go back to sleep after eating.

The nighttime Qingdeng Hall is very quiet; the people there are either asleep or out doing quests.

Song Xianyin was about to go downstairs to get some water when she saw Ji Yanli lying on the sofa.

He reeked of alcohol, and there was a bottle of liquor on the table. His hair was a little wet, and the ends were not completely dry.

"Don't you dislike drinking?" Song Xianyin glanced at him.

Ji Yanli had his eyes closed, his face expressionless, and an almost sinister indifference emanated from him.

Song Xianyin fetched water and stood beside him, observing him.

The living room was dark, and his face was barely visible; he looked even paler than before.

The wound, soaked by water, was exposed to the air.

Ji Yanli ignored her, and Song Xianyin, not wanting to make a fool of herself, prepared to go upstairs to rest.

Is this your way of making up with me?

Upon hearing Ji Yanli's hoarse voice, Song Xianyin froze.

?

Ji Yanli coldly raised his eyes and looked at Song Xianyin on the stairs.

"I forgive you."

He is not a stingy person.

Song Xianyin turned around and silently stared at Ji Yanli for a while.

"So you haven't been talking to me these past few days because you're angry with me?"

She thought Ji Yanli was an unpredictable person.

Ji Yanli snorted coldly and threw the wine bottle into the trash can: "Otherwise what? You stabbed me in the back, can't I even be angry?"

“Song Xianyin, you are indeed a remarkable person. I treated you as a brother, but you treated me as a traitor.”

He had always admired her. If she joined his Green Lantern Society, it would be another great member. But she actually treated him as a tool to make money.

Song Xianyin frowned: "I don't need you to treat me like a brother, I'm a woman."

Ji Yanli was silent for a while, then looked at her seriously and said, "Can we be sisters? I really want to be your friend."

He doesn't have anyone like that around him yet.

He has met many highly educated people, but while they fawn over him on the surface, they all say he is uncultured in private.

But she wasn't like that; he could tell that she genuinely didn't mind his lack of education.

Looking into Ji Yanli's sincere eyes, Song Xianyin nodded: "Then let's be sisters."

After gaining Song Xianyin's approval, all the hostility in Ji Yanli dissipated.

Looking at the rain outside, his mood suddenly improved.

Actually, rainy days can be quite romantic sometimes, can't they? Staying at home, listening to the rain as you fall asleep, makes the whole world feel beautiful.

But Song Xianyin hadn't been there long when the dean personally approached Ji Yanli.

"Mr. Ji, the hospital really needs Dr. Song. You know how hard it is to find someone like Dr. Song," the hospital director said with a bitter face.

These uncultured nouveau riche, do they even know they should respect doctors?

Dr. Song is a guardian angel in white; she's not on the same wavelength as these scoundrels.

Ji Yanli leaned back lazily in his chair, gently tapping the armrest, a somewhat pleased expression on his face.

"Dean, I didn't realize my sister was this important."

He also felt proud.

The dean looked at him blankly. What sister? He really couldn't understand these people from the underworld.

"Mr. Ji, there is a patient who is seriously injured. Although there are other doctors present, they still can't do without Dr. Song," the hospital director said earnestly.

This accident even made the newspapers. If the patient doesn't come out unharmed, someone will definitely use this incident to smear their hospital.

Their hospital is so highly regarded that many people are envious of them.

Ji Yanli waved his hand: "Take Dr. Song with you. I'll pick her up tonight."

He won't stop her from realizing her own value.

The dean glanced at him hesitantly, thinking to himself, "This Mr. Ji is really quite eccentric."

So Song Xianyin, who had just finished breakfast and was about to catch up on sleep, was dragged out of bed and taken to the hospital.