My Reaper is a bit fierce

After Xie Fanyu returned to his soul, he was still sitting outside the operating room thinking, what happened just now was beyond his cognition.

He has been trained in the death school in the underworld. Life and death are irreversible and irreplaceable. He has already learned the lesson personally, but when will human beings be able to come back from the dead?

Xie Fanyu couldn't figure it out. He checked the information of the person just now and found no problems.

But time did not allow him to stay there, the next task was still waiting for him, he took a deep look at the operating room where the lights had just been turned off, and left the hospital.

Meng Yongzhao came out of the operating room and saw a figure that was gradually going away. Before he had time to think about it, the patient's family members surrounded him to ask about the operation. He collected himself and explained gently.

**

Back home, Xie Fanyu posted a sentence on SR with a cold face: "What if the dead people on the list are still alive?"

As soon as he spoke, former classmates and current colleagues popped up and said bluntly, "That's because you have neglected your duties."

Xie Fanyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and typed cracklingly: "Xi Wenlan, you know nothing."

Xi Wenlan sneered: "You're not going to be stupid again and saved him, right?"

Xie Fanyu: "I didn't interfere at all to save you from paralysis."

Xi Wenlan couldn't take it anymore: "Can you stop being so popular?"

Xie Fanyu elegantly typed out two words: "Stupid."

Their boss, the provincial god of death, Zhao He, appeared: "Fan Yu, Wen Lan, stop arguing."

It's obviously a very serious work exchange group, but as soon as two people show up, it will always become uncontrollable and not serious at all.

When Zhao He asked about the specific situation, Xie Fanyu explained briefly, but concealed the name of the doctor.

Zhao He thought for a moment, and sent it a few minutes later: "You work normally first, and that person can be put aside. It's not like this kind of thing hasn't happened before."

Xie Fanyu replied, put down the phone and let out a "tsk", feeling a little upset.

Especially when he saw that SR sent him a notice, not only did he not get the 100 yuan for recovering the patient's soul, but also deducted [-] yuan from his basic salary, Xie Fanyu was very upset.

He searched Xi Wenlan's name on SR. Although the specific information about the person is kept secret, there is a record of how many people there are every day.

Even... the souls of most of the dead gave him good reviews in the underworld.

Xie Fanyu: "..."

Looking at himself, most of them are one or two stars, not many four stars, and even less five stars.

"Pretending to be weird." Xie Fanyu muttered, put down the tablet, watched a short sand sculpture video for a while to calm down, and then asked Fan Shaojun for dinner.

"This Mala Tang is not bad." Fan Shaojun dipped the tip of his chopsticks into the dipping sauce and tasted it. "I'm such a genius, the ingredients are so delicious."

He glanced at the indifferent Xie Fanyu: "Why don't you eat sesame sauce?"

Xie Fanyu flicked his mobile phone while answering: "I'm not used to it, but the soup base is quite good, and it's delicious without ingredients."

Fan Shaojun shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I don't know where your taste comes from. By the way, I have an event at the bar tonight, and all drinks are half off. Are you still running the order? I invite you."

Xie Fanyu shook his head: "No, I'll go back to sleep."

He still walked home by himself, lay down on the bed in a daze, and stopped moving.

In the past few months, he has actually been somewhat unexpected. The number of unnatural deaths seems to be a bit high. Whether it is a car accident or jumping from a building, the frequency of occurrence is a bit frequent, which directly increases his workload.

He didn't sleep well, and the nameplate on the doctor's chest kept flashing back and forth in his dream.