Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 193 That Killer Doctor 6

Song Xianyin only found out when she arrived at the hospital that doctors also had to attend dinner parties.

Moreover, some drinking parties are not exactly aboveboard.

This seemingly glamorous profession actually hides a lot of dirty deeds behind the scenes.

Many departments in their hospital are self-sufficient, which leads to conflicts of interest.

"Dr. Song, you've finally arrived. We've been waiting for you all this time," the hospital director said with a smile, looking at Song Xianyin standing at the door.

All eyes in the private room were on Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin glanced at the person sitting in the main seat, then lowered her eyes.

"I just finished surgery, sorry I'm late."

Director Li smiled and said, "Dr. Song, please don't say that. We all understand."

He introduced Dr. Song to the others, saying, "Dr. Song is the star of our hospital. He is a student of Professor Feng, a graduate of University A, and also studied in the United States. His medical skills are exceptionally high."

When the others heard what Director Li said, their eyes immediately cleared up considerably.

"Dr. Song is amazing; she has a very different aura."

"Top students, top students! Kids these days are so much more capable than we were back then."

The dean chuckled as he drank, "When Dr. Song first came for the interview, I was quite taken aback. With such an impressive resume, why would she personally come to interview me?"

The standing man asked in a low voice, "Is she really that amazing? Even more amazing than our boss?"

The woman next to him slapped him and whispered, "What's wrong with your brain? Just because someone is good doesn't mean they have to compare themselves to our boss."

She has no sense at all. They are all high-achieving students, while their boss is involved in organized crime and clearly has little education. She suspects that the boss is illiterate just like them.

If you had any real knowledge, you wouldn't have started out as a lowly novice.

"Mr. Ji, I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. Thank you so much for choosing our hospital. I wish us a pleasant collaboration." The hospital director raised his glass to Ji Yanli.

He bent down, his voice brimming with barely suppressed joy.

How could the Green Lantern Festival not be a money-making machine?

Ji Yanli leaned back lazily in his chair and nodded: "You're too kind, Dean."

The dean held his wine glass, unsure whether to drink it or put it down, and gave an awkward laugh for a while.

He's always the one being flattered; he's never the one flattering others.

"Dean, Mr. Ji isn't feeling well to drink today, so I'll drink in his place." The standing man bowed and smiled at the dean.

The dean breathed a sigh of relief and quickly clinked glasses with him.

This Mr. Ji is really speechless. So many people are watching and he doesn't give him any face, but the money he gave was so much that he tolerated it!

"Dr. Song, let me also toast you," someone next to him suddenly said.

The dean waved at the man impatiently and said, "Why are you toasting Dr. Song? If you're going to offer a toast, offer one to Mr. Ji."

He has to deal with the people from the Green Lantern Society, but what's wrong with the people in his hospital?

While Dr. Song was eating, he was being extremely respectful.

The man immediately realized what was happening and quickly raised his glass to Ji Yanli, though it was someone next to Ji Yanli who drank it for him.

Director Li looked at the new doctor and nodded in satisfaction. He really knew how to handle things.

He likes smart people like that.

He was speechless the next second.

"Mr. Ji, here's a cigarette." The new doctor walked up to Ji Yanli, bent down and handed him a cigarette, while also holding a lighter in his hand.

Director Li's face darkened: "What are you doing, Dr. Lin? Everyone's eating, why are you handing out cigarettes?"

Dr. Lin was completely bewildered. Isn't a dinner party just about eating and drinking? And what about calling a few prostitutes?

“Mr. Ji doesn’t smoke,” Director Li said, almost through gritted teeth.

This Dr. Lin!

Dr. Lin then remembered what Director Li had said earlier. He had thought he had misheard. How could a man not smoke?

He quickly put the cigarettes away.

Song Xianyin silently observed Ji Yanli.

The 30 million has already been received. Such a profitable deal, no wonder so many people want to kill Ji Yanli.

Song Xianyin looked at Ji Yanli's injured hand. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves not rolled up, so she couldn't see how well his wound was healing.

If only there was another chance to accidentally hurt him, Song Xianyin thought with disappointment, lowering her eyes.

He was surrounded by countless flattering words, but Ji Yanli listened quietly. He had heard these words countless times before.

He glanced at Song Xianyin, who was sitting far away. Her appearance seemed out of place in this private room, but she seemed to be used to this kind of occasion.

"Whatever medicine you need, we have it..."

Ji Yanli took a sip of tea and brazenly sized up Song Xianyin.

Why isn't Dr. Song saying anything?

The private room suddenly fell silent.

The dean's gaze lingered on Song Xianyin. Seeing her looking at him, the dean smiled awkwardly: "Dr. Song is naturally not a talkative person."

Director Li tried to smooth things over: "Dr. Song is naturally introverted. She wouldn't have come if she hadn't heard that Mr. Ji was here."

The dean's expression was somewhat wary. Dr. Song was a very important branch of his cash cow, and he couldn't afford to get rid of Dr. Song.

Ji Yanli's well-defined hands toyed with the embossed teacup. His gaze lingered on her face, and his tone was somewhat meaningful: "Does Dr. Song know me?"

The dean's smile froze. "Stop joking around, okay?"

How could Dr. Song know scoundrels like you? He's a top student, a law-abiding citizen.

But he endured it for the sake of money!

"Dr. Song probably doesn't know Mr. Ji, but she must have heard of his great reputation." The dean smiled.

Song Xianyin frowned and said, "I've met Mr. Ji before, but his name is Li Dazhuang. He went to the wrong department and asked me where the proctology department was. I don't know if I remembered it wrong."

The private room fell silent again.

Director Li waved his hand: "Dr. Song must have remembered it wrong. Mr. Ji's name is very nice. How could he have such an ugly and old-fashioned name as Li Dazhuang?"

The man standing next to Ji Yanli involuntarily took two steps back, and the woman next to him silently patted his shoulder.

The man's eyes were filled with grievance; how could his name be so unpleasant or old-fashioned!

He's tall and strong!

The hospital director chuckled, "Dr. Song, you're really joking. My dad doesn't even need that name anymore."

The real Li Dazhuang felt as if he had been shot in the heart again.

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "Perhaps I remembered it wrong. The name Li Dazhuang does not suit Mr. Ji's temperament."

Ji Yanli glanced at Song Xianyin, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled softly, his laughter somewhat flippant.

She is quite vengeful.

"Why is the boss going to the proctology department? That's strange," Li Dazhuang asked in a low voice.

The woman punched him: "You can't even tell that people are teasing the boss?"

A simple-minded, muscle-bound idiot!

Li Dazhuang scratched the back of his head, but he really didn't know. He only knew that if you had hemorrhoids, you should go to the proctology department.

Did the eldest child actually go to the proctologist...?