1009. The Dinner Gathering
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Everyone, both newcomers and veterans alike, couldn't help laughing.
The jokes were pretty funny. Whose refrigerator wasn't stuffed with corpses? They were either animal or plant, chopped up or ground into mush, with red meat, organs, and bones—all kinds of cuts. Nearly every tool of the eighteenth level of hell could be found in a kitchen.
Only a true nitpicker would foolishly argue back, because every word was true. There wasn't a thing wrong with it.
Anyone who underestimated Great Demon Li would be led straight into a pit by him, never to climb out again.
His skill at using the truth to spin a tall tale was astonishing. From now on, he'd never again let a slip of the tongue give him away.
Once the laughter gradually died down, Yu Guan, a psychiatrist, introduced himself. "My name is Yu Guan. I've been at the Seventh People's Hospital for seven years."
He was in a pretty miserable spot. He and Qiao Shangyang had joined the hospital at the same time, but Qiao had already become a department director. Doctor Li, who had arrived the year before last, also seemed to be gaining favor and moving up, while Yu Guan had spent all this time grinding away without recognition. All he had to show for it was hard work.
In two more years, he'd be thirty-five. If he still hadn't gotten a chance to move up by then, he'd probably have to resign himself to staying in this position until retirement.
As Yu Guan's colleague, Doctor Xie Wenzhi felt the weight of those "seven years" all too keenly. The thought brought tears to his eyes.
He was two years younger than Yu Guan and Qiao Shangyang, and he was facing the same career