Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 189 That Killer Doctor 2

"Please take a look at me, Director Li. Even if you're not an orthopedic surgeon, you're definitely better than that doctor." The man got angry just thinking about Song Xianyin's cold face.

Director Li became interested: "Every doctor in our hospital is a talent. Tell me, who performed the surgery on your father?"

They are the largest hospital in City A, and their medical standards are among the highest in the country.

The man lowered his voice: "That woman, I think her surname is Song, she has a terrible temper."

Director Li's lips twitched: "You mean Dr. Song?"

The man nodded vigorously.

"Although Dr. Song is young, she is the top orthopedic surgeon in our hospital." Director Li gave a thumbs up.

He patted the man on the shoulder: "If you think she's not professional enough, then you should find someone else."

The nurses nearby were already used to this scene.

Female doctors in hospitals are often called nurses or "beautiful women," but patients show great respect to male nurses and doctors. Male nurses, even though they are wearing nurse uniforms, are still called doctors.

The man stared longingly at Director Li's retreating figure.

What should we do? Did he just offend Dr. Song?

Song Xianyin was browsing the dark web's bounty list in the lounge.

There was some hesitation in her eyes. The bounty was indeed quite high, but the risk was also really great.

The list used to be simple; the people to be killed were just small fry. But now, almost everyone on the list is involved in organized crime.

How can she kill him? What if she gets killed instead?

"Dr. Song, that man is really annoying. All the beauties are beautiful, his whole family are beauties," the nurse complained.

This is their Dr. Song!

Song Xianyin lay on the sofa and chuckled softly: "Don't get angry over people like that."

She's used to it.

The nurse secretly observed Song Xianyin, who was resting with her eyes closed, and blushed.

Dr. Song is too perfect. Not only is she so capable, but she also has such a good temper.

Most importantly, she has exceptionally high energy levels.

Sometimes, even after a full day of surgery, she would still go to the gym.

But then I thought about it, it's orthopedics, so it makes sense. After all, when you're using a drill and chainsaw to work on those bones, it's absolutely impossible to be weak.

Meanwhile, on the other side of City A.

"Why am I ranked last on the bounty list? How come I got such a low reward!" The man looked at the computer screen in bewilderment.

That's so embarrassing.

The woman said gloatingly, "Cheap stuff, I'm still more than twenty places ahead of you."

She is far more valuable than him.

The man continued scrolling up, remarking, "As expected of the boss, it's so expensive, and the price is calculated piece by piece."

You can get tens of millions with just one stab, without even killing anyone.

The man felt a strong urge: "With so much money, I'd like to become one of those hitmen."

His birthday wish was that his boss would stab him in the back so he could live a life of luxury with the money.

The woman could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him. She smacked his head and said, "Stop thinking nonsense, or I'll tell the boss."

The man glared at her: "I'm just thinking about it, I'm not going to actually do it."

After saying that, he left angrily.

The woman scrolled through her mouse, swallowing hard.

With so much money, she'd like to stab someone in the back if she could.

But seeing the number of people accepting orders, she quickly gave up the idea.

"The boss is going to be very busy lately," she said gloatingly.

Today was Song Xianyin's shift. She sat in her seat, yawning incessantly.

Actually, orthopedic surgeons earn a good income, but compared to others in the department, her monthly salary is not even enough for their daily wages.

Those people always complain about being poor, but in reality, she's the poorest one.

The hospital corridor was unusually quiet at night, with only the faint sound of footsteps and dim lighting.

Just as Song Xianyin was propping her head up, preparing to close her eyes and take a break, a heavy voice broke the silence.

Song Xianyin was startled by the voice. Just as she was about to turn around, a strong hand grabbed her shoulder and another hand covered her mouth tightly.

"Save me, or I'll kill you." The man's voice was extremely low, and he was breathing heavily, as if he was enduring great pain.

Song Xianyin felt the pain in her shoulder and couldn't help but frown.

The man's breathing grew heavier, and he gritted his teeth: "Treat the wound right here."

Something cold was pressed against her temple.

Song Xianyin took a deep breath and nodded.

Actually, it's quite dangerous in hospitals. For example, from time to time, people with ties to organized crime will threaten them to treat their wounds.

Just as Song Xianyin got up, she accidentally saw the man's face. The man was looking at her with a gloomy expression, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Doctor, how much longer are you going to keep me here?" The man narrowed his eyes, and the gun in his hand made a crisp sound.

Song Xianyin looked away: "I'll go get the medicine now."

She lowered her eyes, concealing her inner excitement.

She knew him; he was the one who could make thirty million with a single cut.

The man sat in the corner, his silhouette becoming increasingly blurred by the surrounding darkness.

He looked at her without making a sound, his gaze as sticky as a snake, seeping into every inch of her skin.

After getting the medicine, Song Xianyin carefully treated his wounds, which were already infected and some even had pus.

It was raining outside, and his wounds were clearly soaked.

“There’s no anesthesia here.” Song Xianyin glanced at him calmly.

He squinted, staring intently at Song Xianyin in front of him, showing no intention of speaking, but his other hand had already gripped the gun again.

Song Xianyin avoided his gaze: "Then let's leave it at that."

Anyway, it's not her who's in pain.

As she made the incision, she calmly took a photo in front of the man.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, the man grabbed it with his other hand.

"What do you mean?" His voice was cold.

Song Xianyin frowned and looked at him: "Although I am a doctor, I am an orthopedic surgeon. If I don't handle it properly, you will be left with a scar."

"I'll have to ask other doctors tomorrow."

The man sneered, "Deleted."

Without hesitation, Song Xianyin deleted the photos in front of him and cleared the recently deleted folder.

She looked so calm that the man's gaze remained fixed on her.

"Don't try any tricks."

Song Xianyin frowned and looked at him: "Saving patients is a doctor's duty."

The man sneered, "You'd still save him even without a gun?"

Song Xianyin stopped talking, and then she brought up the same point again.

Song Xianyin tended to his wounds. The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He gripped the gun tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, but he remained silent, only groaning a few times when the pain became unbearable.

Song Xianyin particularly liked this kind of patient, as it was much easier than dealing with those who caused trouble for medical staff.

Moreover, he brought her 30 million.