"Doctor Yun, I'll have to trouble you this time." On the operating table, the pale-faced cold-faced man, who had just bandaged his shoulder, thanked the young female doctor, who was wearing a white gown that was stained with his blood, politely.
Yunjin simply tidied up the surgical equipment next to the operating table and took off the gloves stained with blood with her unchanged expression. She said lightly, "Boss Luo, just remember to pay for it."
The man also knew Dr. Yun's character. He smiled softly and said nothing. He waved his hand to his men and took the check, which had been prepared for a long time. When he was about to hand it to Yunjin, there was a burst of gunshots outside the operating room. The people in the room changed their faces at the same time.
Yunjin frowned and glared at Mr. Luo unhappily.
Boss Luo looked at Yunjin apologetically and knew that his enemy had come to him.
Yunjin rolled her eyes and impatiently gave him the direction of the back door, asking him to get out of here. Boss Luo had just stood up with the help of his men, but unexpectedly, the people outside rushed in unexpectedly.
As soon as the man noticed Boss Luo, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, regardless of whether anyone else was there or not.
"Get out of my way!"
"Be careful!"
Yunjin didn't even have time to figure out what had happened. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. Before her eyes, Boss Luo's panicked facial features flashed, and then his body softened and fell down.
Before she closed her eyes, Yunjin was still thinking, "Damn it! It hurts so much! When I wake up, I must ask Boss Luo to pay me ten times the money to compensate her!"
Unfortunately, she had no chance to get the money back.
...
"Oh-" When she opened her eyes again, she instinctively pressed her hand on her chest, but she did not feel any pain. Instead, she felt dizzy and her body was a little weak. It did not seem that she had been shot, but that she had caught a heavy cold and her head and feet were heavy.
Her throat was so dry that she struggled to sit up and find a glass of water to drink. However, she suddenly found that the environment in front of her was very strange. Moreover... it was antique. All the tables and chairs in the room, even the windows, were full of an ancient and old-fashioned aura.
"What the hell is this place?" Yunjin frowned instinctively. She raised one hand and wanted to rub her swollen forehead, but found that her hands were not right. Such a thin and dry hand was not hers at all!
"What on earth is going on?" At this moment, a strange memory suddenly appeared in her mind. It was the shabby clinic, her grandfather who had died from hard work, and the owner of this body...
Yunjin's face was suddenly as pale as a sea. It was not interesting at all!
She was actually wearing it?
Perhaps it was because she had been shot and failed to come back to life. Had she borrowed the body of this little girl who had died from the cold and the fragrance of death?
When she thought of how she had died, Yunjin's face became even more terrible. It was okay that the man surnamed Luo brought her an enemy, but the idiot who dared to provoke her in her clinic was so stupid. Why did he shoot her!
She had earned so much money and was only in her early twenties. She had not lived enough or enjoyed enough, but she was forced to become a little girl who was less than 15 years old. The situation of this little girl called the Step Demon also gave her a headache.
"Bad news! Little Demon Girl! Someone is coming to collect debt!" The waiter of the clinic rushed in and shouted anxiously.
Yunjin looked at the shop-boy, who was in an ancient costume and sweating all over his head. She couldn't help but rub her forehead. "Damn it, my head seems to hurt more."
"Little Demon, what do you think we should do?" The shop-boy asked nervously.
"Yunjin, from today on, I should call her Demonic Step." Demonic Step struggled to stand up. Before she could stand up, she felt her legs were so weak that she almost fell to the ground. Seeing this, the shop-boy quickly came over to support her.
Although there was a lot of caution between men and women in this era, her body was not from a big family. She was just a poor and lonely girl. There was nothing to care about.
The disappear demon leaned back on the bed behind her and waved to the waiter. She said in a hoarse voice, "Go and get the silver needle that grandpa used before."
The shop-boy was suspicious, but he still hurried to take the silver needles.
The disappear demon asked him to open the silver needles in front of him, took out a few needles, and inserted them into several acupoints of his body under the astonished eyes of the shop-boy.
In a short while, the body of the step-demon was covered with sweat, and its weak body was much better.
This time, without the help of the waiter, she stood up easily. The waiter's mouth grew bigger, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Little, Little Demon, you..." Since when did she become so powerful!
"Didn't they say that they are here to collect debt? Let's go and have a look." The demonist walked out.
The shop-boy was stunned for a long time. When he heard the noise in front getting louder and louder, he quickly chased after him and said, "Wait for me!"
"Where is he? Where is he? The old man is dead, and there is only one granddaughter left! Come out and pay back the money! Don't go back on your word!"
As soon as she walked to the front hall of the clinic, she saw several flowing men rudely kicking the tables and chairs in the clinic and shouting her name.
She glanced at the small clinic, which had been smashed almost in a short time, and the medicinal materials all over the ground. These were the only things she had at present. Her face instantly darkened.
"I'm a foot demon. Are you my grandfather's creditors?" The foot demon narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly expression.
In the memory of her original body, there was indeed something about her grandfather's debts. Her grandfather's health had always been poor, and he had become more serious in recent years. In order to cure the disease, he borrowed some money from a rich man in the city.
Actually, he didn't borrow much. He only borrowed ten taels of silver, but the local tycoon had played tricks. The interest was very high. As time went on, ten taels of silver would become one hundred taels of silver.
In the end, her grandfather died of illness, but her debt was left behind. Her original body lost her only relative, and she fell ill because of sadness. Her beauty died, which made her lose her health.
"Hey, are you a walking demon?" The leader of the group of people who came to pick on her looked at her frivolously. The face of the walking demon could not be regarded as peerless, but could only be regarded as a little girl. It was pleasing to the eye. In addition to her sick face, there was an unnatural blush on her pale face. She was young and really had a special feeling.
The man rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue. "She's really pretty. No wonder..."
The Demon-subduing Grandma raised her eyebrows. "No wonder?"
The man did not continue. Instead, he asked the person under his hand to lift up a chair and sit down. He crossed his legs and raised his chin to look at the stepped demon. He said, "When do you plan to pay back the money your grandfather owes our young master? If you don't pay it back, the interest will rise again."
"It's not the time to pay the debt yet," said demon Bu.
"It won't take more than a few days. Even after half a month, you can't pay off the debt. Maybe you'll have to sell yourself to the brothel." The man looked proud.
However, the Demon-subduing Arhat's face darkened.
