Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 821

The Weakling Spirit managed to snatch the front-row sofa!

He sat cross-legged in front of Lilly, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on the back of his hand. His gentle eyes fixed on Lilly.

The Harem Spirit also claimed a spot in the front row, excitedly exclaiming, “Finally, we have ghost stories to listen to!”

This was their favorite routine.

Although they could interrogate the freshly captured spirits in the jar of souls and listen to ghost stories on their own, they preferred waiting for Lilly to bring a small chair and listen together.

The Victim Ghost had never seen such a scene, and a question mark slowly appeared on their forehead.

Blake had just gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When he returned to the living room, he found that there was no space left on the sofa.

He had to pull over a chair and sit down, casually crossing his legs and resting one hand on the chair’s back, looking relaxed and lazy.

The Ghost Bride whispered, “Ah… I suddenly don’t feel like sitting on the sofa anymore.”

Blake pretended not to hear.

Lilly rested her chin on her hands and tilted her head, saying, “So, Victim Ghost, tell me, what’s your name, where are you from, and how did you die? Be honest with me.”

The Victim Ghost had initially intended to stay silent and not speak.

But as they looked at Lilly, they couldn’t help but feel that this child had an unquestionable aura about her.

With a bewildered expression, they said, “My name is Sabrina Figueroa… I was 29 years old this year… from Malie City, living on Carrut Road…”

Lilly exclaimed, “From Malie City!”

Blake glanced at the Female Spirit, raising an eyebrow.

The Victim Ghost nodded, seemingly accustomed to enduring hardships, even in their past life.

Lilly continued to inquire, “Since you were in Malie City, why didn’t you go home? Didn’t your family set up a grave for you?”

After setting up a grave and a memorial tablet, one would typically move on to the next life!

The Victim Ghost shook their head, saying, “My parents are no longer alive.”

It turned out that the Victim Ghost was a doctor at Malie City’s Blossom Hospital.

“People always say that being a doctor is a stable and respected profession, with a high status…”

“But in reality, from the moment we start studying medicine, we embark on an ‘irreversible path’.”

Studying medicine usually takes five years for a bachelor’s degree, and if one takes the entrance examination for postgraduate studies, it takes another three years.

“One year, we exceeded our reimbursement limit. The department’s remaining balance was only five hundred thousand, but the total reimbursement for all the patients amounted to five hundred and fifty thousand.”

“Since I had prescribed medications covered by medical insurance for a patient in a difficult condition… I ended up contributing the most towards the excess.”

With a monthly salary of two thousand, after exceeding the medical insurance limit, I had to cover 1,800 out of my pocket, plus various deductions and additions. That month, my salary was reduced to 180…

“It’s hard to believe when you say it out loud. A doctor, with such a high status, earning only one hundred and eighty.”

The Victim Ghost shook their head. Such grievances were normal, as long as one remained in this environment, they had no choice but to endure and learn how to balance reimbursements.

They would avoid prescribing medications that could be reimbursed and try to save them for patients who truly couldn’t afford them… and so on, various cunning strategies in less regulated small hospitals.

Lilly was too young, wearing a bewildered expression. “Ah…? Why is that?”

Blake calmly interjected, “Don’t dwell on that. Let’s move on to the next question! How did you die?”

Lilly exclaimed, “Oh, right, right! Next question, how did you die?”

The Victim Ghost snapped back to attention, ceasing their full-on complaints of negativity.

“One day, a man brought his wife to the hospital…”