I'm Really a Villain - Chapter 112: Zhong Xin

A very sweet entertainment circle novel about a closeted gong x fudanshi shou.

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【Ding! You have received malicious complaints from patients, and you will be rewarded with system compensation! 】

If you had a bad review compensation system, what kind of person would you choose to be? !

Chen Nan chose to be a good person.

A man who dares to tell the truth.

An upright person.

A man who is not afraid of power.

A man who never compromises.

A person who will never admit to being intimidated in the face of this group of demons and dances!

Those who hold salaries for everyone, can’t let them freeze to death in the wind and snow!

Those who control the water for the common people should not let them indulge in lakes and seas!

For the current struggler, don’t let it drown in the dust!

For the founders of the future, don’t let it go from wide to narrow!

Sad and sighing, if the good cannot end well, can the evil be even worse?

In a turbulent country, I, Chen Nan, would like to observe medical ethics, be clear about right and wrong, and be honest, so that the tragedy will never end!

If I were a doctor, I would be that upright, uncompromising, and upright doctor!

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Maid, older sister, younger sister, and even mother, all of them.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.