The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Qi Weiwei used a lot of force, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

If it's a real dead person, there will be no reaction.

But Tang Tiantian's body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Her eyes remained closed, but a small knot appeared between her brows, as if she were trying her best to endure the pain.

Qi Weiwei sneered inwardly.

They're putting on quite a convincing act.

She thought about it for a moment, and then she had another idea.

She plucked two strands of her own hair—not too long, not too short, fine and soft, but enough to make someone unbearably itchy.

While the bespectacled nurse was still busy tidying up the stretcher, she quickly stuffed two strands of hair into Tang Tiantian's nostrils.

The hair is very fine; it's almost invisible once it's tucked in.

But the effect was immediate.

Tang Tiantian's muscles tensed up suddenly.

The white powder on her face couldn't hide the sudden blush that appeared—it was from holding it in.

There was a foreign object in her nostril, which was itchy and uncomfortable, but she couldn't move, scratch, or sneeze.

Her eyelids trembled violently a few times, almost opening, but in the end they remained tightly closed.

Qi Weiwei felt a surge of pleasure as she looked at her like this.

In her past life, Tang Tiantian treated her the same way.

On the surface, they are gentle and considerate, but behind your back they stab you in the back.

They feign pitifulness to gain sympathy, but are actually ruthless.

Now, it's her turn.

"All done." The bespectacled nurse finally finished tidying up the stretcher and ropes, looked up, and said, "Come on, lend a hand."

She walked to the bedside, completely lifted the white sheet, revealing Tang Tiantian's entire body.

Tang Tiantian was wearing a loose-fitting, blue and white striped hospital gown.

She lay there stiffly, her arms pressed tightly against her body, her legs together, looking completely unnatural.

The bespectacled nurse helped Tang Tiantian sit up and said to Qi Weiwei, "You hold her head and shoulders, and I'll lift her legs. Okay, one, two, three—"

The two of them worked together to lift Tang Tiantian onto the stretcher.

The bespectacled nurse muttered, "Wow, they've already gone into rigor mortis?!"

Rigor mortis usually begins one or two hours after death and reaches its peak three or four hours later.

If Tang Tiantian had just died, she shouldn't be so stiff.

Only Qi Weiwei knew that she was enduring the hair in her nasal cavity.

Qi Weiwei didn't say anything, but helped to straighten Tang Tiantian on the stretcher.

The bespectacled nurse began to tie her up with rope.

With practiced skill, she first wrapped the cord around her chest in a tight knot, then around her knees, and finally around her ankles.

"Xiao Ling, you should learn from this," she said as she tied the rope. "The ropes must be tied with a tight knot! A slipknot might come undone halfway through, and if the body rolls down, it will be difficult to clean up."

"Okay." Qi Weiwei nodded and helped hold the rope down.

The bespectacled nurse was a chatterbox. Even after she finished tying him up, she kept talking: "You're new here, you don't understand. People who have just died might come back to life. Especially those who died young and violently, their resentment is strong. So you have to use a bit of force, tie it tight! The tighter the better!"

She spoke in a low voice, with a mysterious and intimidating tone.

Qi Weiwei "obediently" increased the force.

She pulled on the rope and tightened it.

The rope sank deep into Tang Tiantian's hospital gown, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

Tang Tiantian's eyes were closed, but you could see that she was moving violently under her eyelids.

The white powder on her face was almost cracking, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, washing away streaks of powder.

It's finally tied up.

Tang Tiantian was tied up on the stretcher, looking like a rice dumpling.

The bespectacled nurse took a pillowcase from the bed and covered Tang Tiantian's face: "That's enough, now she can't see where she's going and won't cause any trouble."

The two men, one in front and one behind, lifted the stretcher.

The stretcher was very heavy—Tang Tiantian herself wasn't heavy, but with the weight of the stretcher and the weight of her deliberately tensed body, it was very difficult to lift her up.

"Come on, one, two, three, let's go!" the bespectacled nurse shouted from the front.

Qi Weiwei carried it from behind, her steps a little unsteady.

The two men carried the stretcher with difficulty out of room 209 and into the corridor.

The corridor was long and dimly lit.

The stretcher swayed gently, and Tang Tiantian's body rose and fell slightly with the movement.

As she reached the top of the stairs, the bespectacled nurse stopped to catch her breath.

"Take a break. This job... it's inhuman."

She placed the stretcher on the ground, leaned against the wall, took off her glasses, and wiped the fog off the lenses with her clothes.

Qi Weiwei put down the stretcher and rubbed her sore arms.

Just then, she noticed that the pillowcase covering Tang Tiantian's face had slipped down a bit due to the earlier jolt, revealing her nose and mouth.

The two strands of hair in Tang Tiantian's nostrils were gone.

I don't know if she secretly used her tongue or some other method to get it out, or if it fell out during the bumpy ride.

Qi Weiwei's eyes turned cold.

While the bespectacled nurse was still wiping her glasses, she turned her back to them and quickly plucked two more strands of hair.

Then, she pretended to tidy up the pillowcase, bent down, and stuffed her hair back into Tang Tiantian's nostrils.

This time it was packed even deeper.

Tang Tiantian's body trembled violently.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and tears even welled up in the corners of her eyes—physiological tears caused by the stimulation of the foreign object.

But she kept her eyes tightly closed and remained motionless.

Seeing her disheveled yet forced-to-endure appearance, Qi Weiwei felt a surge of pleasure that grew wildly within her.

She straightened up and covered herself with the pillowcase again.

The bespectacled nurse cleaned her glasses and put them back on: "Alright, continue."

The two men lifted the stretcher again and went down the stairs.

The stairs are very steep, and you have to be careful with every step.

The bespectacled nurse walked backwards in front, while Qi Weiwei supported her from behind. The two worked together to move down step by step.

We finally arrived at the first floor.

The bespectacled nurse breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, the hardest part is over. Let's go, take her to the car."

They carried the stretcher out of the special care area building and headed towards the backyard.

A large black truck was parked in the backyard. The truck was old, with peeling paint and faded lettering on the doors.

The carriages were enclosed and covered, clearly designed for transporting "special items".

The driver was a man in his fifties, wearing blue overalls and a hat, leaning against the car smoking.

Seeing them approach, he stubbed out his cigarette and opened the back door of the carriage.

The carriage was dark, with only a little light coming in from the doorway.

You can see two rows of iron racks inside, with a total of eight positions.

On top of three of them, there were already corpses wrapped in white cloth.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell, a mixture of disinfectant and some kind of rotten odor.

"Put it there." The driver pointed to an empty metal frame.

The bespectacled nurse and Qi Weiwei carried the stretcher and laboriously lifted Tang Tiantian onto the carriage and placed her on the metal frame.

The iron frame was cleverly designed to hold the stretcher in place perfectly.

The driver took out several belts, secured the stretcher to the frame, checked the ropes again to make sure they were tight, and then jumped out of the vehicle.

He asked, "Who signed this?"