Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Jiang Yuan stayed until his death. He did a lot of charity work throughout his life and established a foundation to award young people who have made significant contributions to the country. After his death, he was posthumously named the most beautiful entrepreneur.

[Hehe, we did a great job in the last world. We provided jobs for many disabled people, donated to many people, and our country's economy became the best in the world. We two are really amazing!]

【It’s not us, it’s me. 】

[Oh, what's the difference between you and me between the two of us? ]

[Host, are you ready? , the next world? ]

Jiang Yuan woke up from the darkness with a sticky sound of water in his ears.

She felt a little cold and found herself lying in the bathtub with her wrist still bleeding.

...suicide?

[Yes, the original owner was depressed and committed suicide due to being bullied online. Hurry up and bandage it, or you will die.]

How come there isn’t even a Band-Aid at home?

Jiang Yuan tied his wrists tightly with a clean towel, then went out to see a doctor with his hand in his arms.

[Be careful when you go out, there may be someone waiting at the door. ]

[Am I a big star? Do I still have sasaeng fans? ]

[Of course not. The original owner Jiang Yuan was originally a very talented young painter. Her teachers all said that she was very talented and would become a famous painter in the future. But the good times didn't last long. One day, a veteran in the painting world suddenly posted a message saying that she had plagiarized him. The veteran was called Pei Yingjun.

The original owner of course did not admit that she had plagiarized. She had never even seen the paintings of this writer, let alone imitated them subconsciously. However, she was a nobody, and when the fans of the other party saw that someone had plagiarized this highly respected writer, how could they have any reason? They went to her social networking site to curse her crazily, and even passers-by who didn't know the truth wanted to step on her when they saw her.

Just because she was accused of plagiarism.

As a young person who had just graduated, she panicked and read all the original works of this "senior" overnight, but she found that their styles were very different and she couldn't see how she was similar. So she asked the other party to produce evidence, but she didn't expect that the other party would accuse her of having a painting with a composition similar to his.

Jiang Yuan's painting, called "Winding Path to a Secluded Place," depicts a winding path that flows deep into the jungle, while Pei Yingjun's painting, called "A Peach Blossom Land in the Mountains," also features a stream in the lower left corner flowing gently toward the woods in the upper right corner, with a little man walking along the path toward his cabin in the forest. The two paintings have completely different styles, one is elegant and quiet, while the other is more majestic and vigorous. The other party circled this picture and insisted that Jiang Yuan's composition and light and shadow are very similar to his.

There were also a few people who felt that the evidence was too weak and that they did not see any plagiarism, but they were quickly suppressed by Pei Yingjun's fans. Later, Jiang Yuan could not even post a post to clarify the matter. It was said that it was because a well-known entrepreneur had collected Pei Yingjun's paintings and did not want his paintings to depreciate, so Jiang Yuan became an innocent victim. It was difficult to redress the injustice. In order to prevent him from calling the police, Pei Yingjun even hired someone to squat at Jiang Yuan's home every day, not allowing her to go out, and harassing and threatening her every day. A girl with a bright future was overwhelmed by a sudden disaster and chose to commit suicide. 】

As soon as the time machine finished speaking, there was a banging sound at the door, "Get out now, you have the guts to copy but not the guts to open the door, right?"

"I wonder if you should consider who you are and how dare you plagiarize Painter Pei."

"Everyone come and see, this little girl living in this house is plagiarizing. She is so shameless at such a young age."

[They are so rampant because they didn't really do anything to you. The police can only give them a lecture at most, and they will be released in less than two hours. These people are really hateful.] Time Machine was indignant, [Some people can just step on the bottom line of the law, but they are more hateful than those murderers.]

Jiang Yuan opened the door expressionlessly and kicked it.

The sturdy man standing at the door was kicked and staggered back, "Bitch, you dare to fight back?" He rushed up with his strong arms raised and his four-month pregnant belly bulging.

Jiang Yuan took a step back and kicked him in the stomach. The man sat there wailing as if he had a miscarriage.

The woman screamed even louder: "Look, someone is being beaten. This vicious woman did something wrong and she is beating us. Why are our lives so miserable? Call the police!"

Jiang Yuan could no longer endure it, so he swung his uninjured arm and slapped the man, knocking him to the ground.

Not feeling satisfied, she kicked him a few more times, then walked over to a male neighbor who had come out to watch the fun and hung up his phone.

"If you dare to call the police, I will beat you." Jiang Yuan threatened with a pale and gloomy face, and even his injuries were bleeding.

The 1.80-meter-tall man was frightened and put away his phone obediently.

"I didn't call the police. I won't call the police."

She turned around and went to the nearest small clinic. She had exerted too much force just now and lost too much blood. She felt her vision going black from time to time.

After stumbling to the door, she held on to it but didn't have the strength to open it. She fell to the ground.

Jiang Yuan woke up and found herself in a simply decorated room. Didn’t she come to the clinic?

She walked to the window and looked down. She was indeed in a small clinic, but she was now on the second floor. This should be where Dr. Zheng usually rested.

[By the way, this Doctor Zheng also has a background] The time machine suddenly appeared, [He was originally the son of a well-known entrepreneur's wife, but her mother was killed by her father, and then the mistress and the illegitimate son moved into her house legitimately.

His father didn't know that his own son saw him killing his wife, and the young boy had a mental breakdown and ran away from home. The mistress even sent people to hunt him down under the pretext of looking for him. So this is actually a black clinic, and he used a fake name to take the doctor's license exam. 】

As he was speaking, the doctor came up. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had an elegant temperament. The mole at the corner of his eye added a touch of evil to his gentle temperament. He looked like the kind of person who was so sinister that he could cheat people and have them happily count money for him.

[Host, how can you look at him like this? He is one of the few people who helped the original owner. It turns out that he was the one who found and buried Jiang Yuan’s body.]

"Are you awake? You need an IV for a few days, and you can't stop taking the medicine. Come down after dinner to take the medicine."

The bowl he brought was a bit bigger than usual. Jiang Yuan couldn't help but complain in his mind: She is so thin and has a small stomach. Does he think she can eat so much?

Jiang Yuan had no appetite at first, but the vegetable and minced meat porridge he cooked was unexpectedly delicious. She ate it mouthful after mouthful and it was soon finished.

amount……

Not wasting food is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation!

She took the bowl down without any psychological burden.

Zheng Nian was standing in front of the medicine shelf taking notes. When he saw her coming downstairs, he put away the notebook in his hand and opened the medicine he had prepared in advance.

"Are these for treating depression?" Jiang Yuan asked when he saw the colorful medicines in his hand.

"I took some medicine that makes you happy." He didn't answer her question directly.

However, since he had already committed suicide, he should take one more tablet. He counted them and poured out two more tablets from the medicine box.

Jiang Yuan was thinking whether to just run away, "I don't want to take medicine. I'm not the one suffering from depression."

Shiguangji gave earnest advice: "But this body has depression, due to hormones, you still need to take medicine. Also, you are severely anemic, and you don't have any money in your card. You will starve to death when you go home."

. . . .

Zheng Nian prepared the medicine and handed it over.

Jiang Yuan wanted to struggle a little more, but she raised her head and looked him in the eyes: "I don't think I need to take medicine. I won't commit suicide anymore."

He still coaxed her in a gentle voice: "I'm a doctor, do you need to take medicine naturally? Be good, these are not bitter."

Jiang Yuan frowned: "I don't have the money to pay you, so why not just stop wasting the medicine."

Zheng Nian glanced at her suspiciously: "Why didn't you say you would pay off the debt with the painting this time? Are you going to be the Overlord Doctor now?"

Jiang Yuan: . . . .

"Yes, I just want to get it for free!"

Zheng Nian felt that Jiang Yuan was very abnormal today. For a moment, he didn't know whether she was seriously ill or just letting it go. When he looked at her, his eyes were no longer so gray. He was still firm and handed the medicine directly to her: "Take the medicine!"

Before she could make any small movements, his voice with a hint of warning came over: "If it is wasted, you will naturally have to pay for it. If you really don't have money, you can use the organs as a last resort."

Jiang Yuan:! The black clinic is confirmed.

There was too much medicine, so Jiang Yuan poured a small handful directly into his mouth.

Then she drank some water. She choked a little, patted her chest, but did not slow down her pace.

This method is very efficient and you can finish all the medicine in just a few seconds.

But she had eaten a lot in the morning, and now she was taking so many medicines, she felt so full that she wanted to vomit.

Zheng Nian smiled slightly as he watched her swallow the medicine like a cow chewing a peony. His doubts deepened. In the past, she would never finish the medicine in less than half an hour, and she would even ask him to add hot water again in the middle.

It is said that the soul will leave the body when one is near death.

At half past eight, two nurses came to work. As soon as they arrived, they greeted Jiang Yuan happily.

There is someone who seems to be Jiang Yuan’s neighbor.

"Xiao Jiang, I heard that you beat up those two scoundrels yesterday. Is that true? Are you injured?"

"What's wrong with your hand? Does it hurt?"

Perhaps this news was unbelievable to Jiang Yuan, who had always endured being bullied, and the other two people looked over.

The sexy nurse with a c clap her hands and cheered: "Did you have a knife at that time? Give them a taste of their own medicine and they won't dare to come next time."

Zheng Nian: “Well done.”

Jiang Yuan: . . . .

Isn't it a bit inappropriate to praise fighting violence with violence in this way? People who don't know would think I'm acting bravely.

"If everyone knew about this, why didn't anyone call the police?"

The well-informed nurse was filled with righteous indignation: "We are not all like Zhao Qiang who cannot distinguish right from wrong. I really think you are wrong. I think it is obviously that old painter who is bullying others by taking advantage of his power."

The sexy nurse asked while wearing a nurse cap: "How can a painter like him have so much power? I went online to criticize them and my account was blocked."

"It's really too much to bully others by taking advantage of your power!"

Jiang Yuan felt that it must be because of depression, otherwise why did she want to cry so much now?

If only the original owner could hear it.