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Reborn into the 70: Turning Adversity into Her Dazzling Path-Chapter 770: It’s Not Me
The rescuers entered Zhang Xiaoman’s room wearing masks, then pulled the groggy Zhang Xiaoman off the bed and placed her directly onto a stretcher without a word, and carried her away.
If they stayed here any longer, they might also have to explain themselves here too.
Stinky!
But why was this foul smell still following them?
It’s really bizarre!
"Zhang Xiaoman, why do you smell so bad!"
The one saying this was none other than Li Qiao, who Zhang Xiaoman had wanted someone to call and notify.
He had nothing to do today, and thinking he hadn’t seen Zhang Xiaoman for several days, he could hardly bear it anymore, so he came over to take a look.
Who knew that just as he reached downstairs, he saw Zhang Xiaoman being carried down by several people in white coats. Just as he was about to step forward, he was overwhelmed by an extremely strong stench.
The people in white coats, "..."
Damn, no wonder this stench kept haunting them; it turned out the source of the smell was what they were carrying!
So, after mentally wrestling with themselves for a bit, they finally couldn’t bear it any longer and put the stretcher down on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoman, "..."
What on earth did she do to deserve this?
Why was she suddenly carried out while she was just sleeping soundly in her dorm, and then dumped on the ground now?
Zhang Xiaoman felt so wronged.
"Cousin." She weakly called out to Li Qiao.
This wouldn’t have been a big deal if she kept quiet, but as soon as she spoke, that stinky air flowed directly over to Li Qiao.
Li Qiao, "..."
He couldn’t hold his breath and got a whiff of it.
And then... he turned his head and clung to a small sapling downstairs, vomiting uncontrollably.
"Boss, we can’t possibly take her back like this," one of the medical staff said, "She’s so smelly, bringing her back to the hospital might infect all the patients there."
No one knew how this little girl managed it, she was practically a moving live sewer!
If she was taken to their hospital, she would definitely face a mass attack.
"This..." But leaving her here doesn’t seem quite right either.
"Here’s the plan." The accompanying emergency doctor discussed with the school leaders who had come upon hearing the news, and then asked Zhang Xiaoman a few questions, "We can conclude now that the smell is indeed coming from you, but to pinpoint why, we need to draw some blood for testing."
More blood drawing?
Zhang Xiaoman was a little scared.
But as soon as the medical staff heard that they could return to the hospital after drawing blood, they quickly put on their masks, "Let’s get to work!"
So, before Zhang Xiaoman had time to protest, the fastest blood drawing session in history was over and done with.
"What are we supposed to do with this person?" Dean Xie asked worriedly.
"The school needs to keep her under watch and not let her run around," the doctor said, "Ideally, arrange a separate room for her and... isolate her for now."
What else could they do?
Let her roam around and potentially suffocate someone with the stench?
"I don’t want... I don’t want to be isolated." Upon hearing about the isolation, Zhang Xiaoman panicked, ignoring her weakness and climbing up from the stretcher, "Cousin... cousin, help me."
Her cousin, "..."
Let me vomit a bit more first!
He needed to throw up a few more times to relieve himself from that foul stench he just inhaled.
Zhang Xiaoman, "..."
"It’s not me, it really isn’t me," she cried and shouted.
But the problem was, it wouldn’t have been so bad if she kept her mouth shut. As soon as she spoke, the stench became even more concentrated.
It’s not her?
Then who else!
Who else could it be?







