"There are two patients here. I might not be able to manage them all by myself. I'd appreciate it if you could take care of them."
"Okay, Dr. Shen, you're welcome. It's what we should do."
As the two were talking, they heard heavy footsteps coming from the door of the ward.
Shen Zhihuan's eyes flickered slightly. She waved her hand, signaling the nurse to leave first, and then got up and walked step by step toward the direction from which the sound came.
"What's wrong? Do you need any help?"
Pei Ji lowered his head and leaned against the ground, not letting Shen Zhihuan see his face clearly.
He just kept humming and moaning, pretending to be in terrible pain.
"Doctor, please have mercy and save me."
"I am really sick. I have been coughing for more than a month and there is no sign of improvement. Recently, I have also started to have a fever. If this continues, I will definitely die."
Shen Zhihuan took a step back, avoiding Pei Ji's hand that was about to grab her pants, and said calmly:
"If you want to see a doctor, you need to register at the outpatient department first. This is the inpatient department, and we don't handle consultations here. After you register, medical staff will guide you."
Pei Ji naturally couldn't just leave like that. He clutched his stomach tightly, his voice sounding even more pained.
"I know, but I've been scammed and I don't have a single penny on me. How can I afford to see a doctor?"
"Girl, I can tell you're beautiful and kind-hearted the moment I see you. Please do me a favor and take a look at my face for free."
Shen Zhihuan clenched her fists tightly, trying her best to control her physical reaction.
Looking at Pei Ji's hypocritical demeanor, she felt no sympathy whatsoever; instead, her mind was filled with images of her own death in her previous life.
A wave of intense nausea surged up, and Shen Zhihuan almost vomited, but dared not show the slightest abnormality.
She closed the ward door behind her with her hand, took a few steps forward expressionlessly, and spoke calmly once again.
“I’m not a doctor at this hospital, I’m just here to help out. I can’t help you. If you’re sick, go to the outpatient clinic in front and make an appointment. Now, please leave.”
Pei Ji's eyes flashed with displeasure. He thought that the woman in front of him was arrogant and didn't know what was good for her.
As he was thinking, Shen Zhihuan suddenly attacked him.
Several silver needles were held between her slender fingers, and before Pei Ji could react, they were already piercing his neck.
With the enemy who had once harmed her right before her eyes, Shen Zhihuan momentarily lost control, wishing she could stab him with the silver needle to his fatal point, killing him on the spot, so as to avenge her tragic death in her previous life.
Fortunately, reason prevailed in the crucial moment.
Killing Pei Ji is not the main issue; the important thing is the enemy intelligence organization behind him.
They had to keep this man around, firstly to extract more clues from him, and secondly to use him as bait to see if they could lure more rats into the trap.
For whatever reason, Pei Ji cannot die.
Shen Zhihuan managed to restrain her strength and control the depth of the silver needle insertion, only briefly numbing him.
Pei Ji instantly sensed something was wrong and was about to retaliate when the side effects of the acupuncture made him pause for a moment.
The next second, Shen Zhihuan raised her leg and kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Well."
A muffled groan came from behind, but Shen Zhihuan's eyes remained sharp, showing no hesitation whatsoever.
She wanted to retaliate by knocking Pei Ji unconscious again, completely cutting off his ability to resist.
But Pei Ji was someone who had walked the line between life and death for many years, so he had some skills.
He immediately rolled away to dodge Shen Zhihuan's attack, but also realized that continuing to be complacent would only put him in a disadvantageous position.
Without any hesitation, Pei Ji drew the knife he carried with him and plunged it into his leg.
A strong smell of blood immediately spread.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, simply raising his head and glaring fiercely at Shen Zhihuan in front of him.
"I originally thought you were just an ordinary doctor, but I didn't expect you to have such good skills, which almost made me fall into your trap."
Pei Ji's lips curled into a sinister smirk as he questioned, enunciating each word clearly:
"Just who are you, woman?"
The expression on his face at this moment was exactly the same as what Shen Zhihuan saw before she died in her previous life.
The two faces gradually overlapped, causing an uncontrollable surge of anger and hatred to well up within her.
Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Zhihuan took out the extendable knife she carried for self-defense, looked into Pei Ji's eyes, and spoke expressionlessly.
"You really want to know? Then come closer and I'll tell you all about it."
Pei Ji leaned forward with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, and then heard Shen Zhihuan say, word by word:
"If you want to know, go to hell and ask."
In her previous life, she was able to kill him even in such a critical situation.
This time, with all the favorable factors on her side, Shen Zhihuan would not let the opportunity slip by easily.
Without saying a word, she took the extendable knife and slashed at Pei Ji's arm, wanting to bleed him more and make him lose his strength so that he would have no choice but to surrender.
This was the first time Pei Ji had been tricked like this, and he was stunned for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he hurriedly tried to back away, but his arm was still cut by the tip of the knife.
A series of increasingly intense stinging sensations continued to emanate from him, making Pei Ji's face turn extremely pale.
"You bitch, I'll remember you."
He glared menacingly at Shen Zhihuan, though he didn't know where he had given himself away, attracting so many people to lie in ambush nearby, eager to trap him like a turtle in a jar.
But this task is definitely not going to be completed today.
Pei Ji could only force himself to stay somewhat conscious through the pain, struggling to get up and running with all his might through the stairwell, trying to escape.
Shen Zhihuan glanced at the blood on the tip of the knife and couldn't help but click her tongue in dissatisfaction.
"What a hassle. If you were willing to cooperate, it would be so much better. It would save us from chasing you around, and maybe if we had to hurt you, we could go easy on you."
Upon hearing this, Pei Ji instinctively turned around and glanced back. The next second, the guards who had been lying in ambush nearby pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.
"Don't move! Or don't blame us for being impolite!"
This floor had been cleared out in advance, and the medical staff were all hiding in their offices, with the doors locked and not coming out.
No matter how much Pei Ji struggled and cursed, he couldn't cause any disturbance, so he had no chance of survival and was quickly tied up.
Not only was the knife confiscated, but he was also tightly handcuffed.
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