Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 202: Taking the Opportunity to Make Trouble
She gently set down her cup, her expression softening slightly.
"Oh? You want to take this over?"
Yang Meiling’s heart leaped when she heard this. She bobbed her head up and down like a chicken pecking at grain.
"I do! It’s my honor to be able to lighten your load, Dean Song!"
"Alright then."
"Since you’re so keen on it, I’ll hand it over to you."
Yang Meiling immediately straightened her back, inwardly delighted.
’Song Qingya really is gullible. She agreed so easily!’
’Looks like she’s just a young dean with an empty title, so easy to fool!’
’As long as I seize this opportunity and gain control over equipment allocation, my word will finally carry some weight in logistics!’
"But," Song Qingya said, her tone shifting, though her voice remained even.
"The rules cannot be broken."
She enunciated each word.
"Tomorrow morning, take some people to do an inventory. Make a list, in triplicate."
"Find Old Qin from the logistics department to sign and confirm it."
"Then arrange for a vehicle to deliver the equipment and the forms to the clinic."
"Dr. Xiao Yu will be there to inspect the delivery and sign for it."
Her tone was flat, without a hint of emotion, as if she were merely stating a perfectly normal procedure.
Yang Meiling nodded repeatedly, the smile on her face never faltering, but her voice grew a little rushed, tinged with an excitement she couldn’t hide.
"Rest assured! I’ll follow the procedures to the letter! I won’t let anything go wrong!"
Her mind was already racing with plans.
’Once the equipment is in my hands, I can just fudge things during the inventory check.’
’How much to send, and in what condition—wouldn’t that all be up to me?’ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
’I can alter the list, Old Qin is easy to deal with, and the vehicle’s route can be changed.’
’Who could possibly keep that close an eye on everything?’
She was secretly pleased with herself, little knowing she was walking step by step into a trap someone else had already set.
Song Qingya said no more, just waved her hand.
"Go on."
Yang Meiling breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders instantly relaxing.
She quickly bowed and scraped, offering a few more fawning smiles, her tone obsequious and eager to please.
"Don’t you worry, Dean Song. I’ll handle this matter perfectly. You won’t have to worry about a thing."
With that, she spun around and hurried away.
Once she was gone, the office immediately fell silent.
Xiao Yu and Ya’er exchanged a look, their gazes meeting in midair.
Each could read the deep worry in the other’s eyes.
Ya’er couldn’t help but speak first, keeping her voice extremely low.
"Dean Song, you’re letting Yang Meiling handle this? You know what she’s like... she’s always been two-faced. I’m afraid she’ll use this as an opportunity to cause trouble."
She paused, her brow furrowed deeply, and her voice dropped even lower.
"This is like putting the fox in charge of the henhouse. She means no good."
Xiao Yu also frowned, his brow tightly knitted.
He took a half step forward, his tone steady yet tinged with worry.
"She’s right, Dean Song. This equipment is crucial for us. The clinic’s entire operation for the next month depends on it. If she throws a wrench in the works—drags out the paperwork, ’forgets’ a signature—we’ll all be in serious trouble."
Song Qingya turned around, the gentle expression on her face vanishing without a trace.
She moved closer and lowered her voice, speaking so quietly that only the three of them could hear.
"Isn’t it better that she came forward on her own?"
She paused for a moment before continuing, "Although this batch of equipment is old, it’s still an asset allocated by the military district. Not a single procedure can be skipped, and the process cannot be disordered. If any step goes wrong, the responsibility falls on us."
"Yang Meiling’s heart isn’t in the right place, and her methods are unscrupulous. I have never trusted her, and I want you both to be very clear about that."
Song Qingya’s gaze swept over both their faces.
"She volunteered for this, supposedly to show her capabilities, but really she just wants to use this to get on my good side and score some points. But I know she won’t stop there."
She paused briefly, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.
"Perhaps she’s even planning to play some tricks behind the scenes, to dig a pit for me. For instance, delaying the sign-off, forging documents, or even swapping out parts in the confusion—these are all things she’s capable of."
She spoke with clear logic, laying out every detail plainly.
"So, tomorrow, when the equipment arrives, you two must be on high alert."
Her tone suddenly sharpened.
"From unloading to registration, from inventory to storage, you cannot let your guard down at any stage. Especially the signing and photo-taking—you must confirm everything on the spot. There can be no mistakes."
Xiao Yu and Ya’er looked at each other.
They nodded vigorously, their movements nearly synchronized.
"We’ll scrutinize every single step! We absolutely will not let anything go wrong!"
Only then did Song Qingya’s expression soften slightly, the tense line of her mouth relaxing a little.
She nodded, and her tone softened as well.
"I can rest easy knowing you two are on it."
She glanced up at the clock on the wall. Its old face showed that it was nearly evening.
The last rays of the setting sun slanted in through the blinds.
She sighed softly, her tone calm.
"Alright, we’ve covered everything. You two should head home early. Don’t forget, there’s still a pile of work waiting at the clinic, and tomorrow will be busy again."
The two of them quickly expressed their thanks, their voices filled with gratitude.
"Thank you for the reminder, Dean Song. We’ll be going now."
With that, they turned and left the office.
After seeing them out, Song Qingya slowly walked over to her desk and began to tidy up.
She filed the scattered documents one by one, put the used pens into the pen holder, and poured out the cup of long-cold tea from the corner of her desk.
Finally, she picked up her bag and walked to the door.
Just as she locked the door, the metal bolt clicked into place.
She had just turned around when she saw Yang Meiling with a rag in her hand, wiping the glass on a windowsill at the far end of the hallway.
Her movements looked diligent, but were in fact listless.
Seeing Song Qingya emerge, Yang Meiling immediately dropped the rag. It hit the floor with a THUD.
She hurried over, her face wreathed in smiles, her tone exceptionally warm.
"Dean Song, you’re leaving for the day too? What a coincidence! I just finished up a little something. Shall we walk out together?"
Song Qingya stopped and turned her head to look at her, her gaze calm.
’Trying to get chummy again?’
She sneered inwardly, but her expression remained impassive.
"No, thank you."
She uttered the three words flatly.
Yang Meiling’s smile froze on her face.
The corners of her mouth stiffened, and her eyes darkened.
She remained where she was, a cold smile forming on her face as she stared at Song Qingya’s retreating figure, her lips moving slightly.
"Song Qingya, you can be smug for a few more days."
’Once this business with the equipment is settled, it’ll be time for you to give up your position as dean!’
She slowly turned and walked toward the other end of the corridor.
She hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she ran into Qi Yuanyuan, who was coming from the direction of the hospital wards.
The moment Qi Yuanyuan saw her, she immediately frowned.
But Yang Meiling went right up to her, a mysterious smile on her face.
The smile held a hint of calculation, and a trace of smugness.
"Doctor Qi, can we have a word?"
Qi Yuanyuan stopped, eyeing her suspiciously, and asked in a cold voice, "What is it?"
"Of course... to talk about something interesting."
Yang Meiling leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.
"For example, how to bring a certain someone down."
The "certain someone" she spoke of, as they both knew perfectly well, was Song Qingya.
Qi Yuanyuan’s eyes shifted slightly, and the feet that had been about to walk away paused.
