Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 207: Going Too Far

Instead of reflecting on her actions, she had spread rumors everywhere, claiming Qi Yuanyuan had framed her by falsifying records.

"A hospital isn’t a charity. We don’t support freeloaders."

Song Qingya advanced on her, step by step.

"Even if Qi Yuanyuan is managing pharmaceuticals in the warehouse, she’s still filling a position."

She tilted her head slightly, glancing over at Qi Yuanyuan.

"She understands pharmaceutical classification and knows how to maintain the ledgers. At the very least, she won’t make mistakes."

Then, she locked her gaze back onto Yang Meiling, her tone suddenly sharp.

"And you? You’re in the way just by standing there."

This remark completely shattered Yang Meiling’s last line of psychological defense.

"You don’t want to do cleaning?"

Song Qingya waved her hand dismissively, her gesture decisive.

"You can write your resignation letter right now. I’ll approve it immediately."

But it was precisely this casual indifference that made her seem all the more heartless.

After speaking, she clasped her hands behind her back and gazed into the distance, not sparing Yang Meiling another glance.

Yang Meiling was so stunned she couldn’t utter a word, as if something was caught in her throat.

She could neither argue nor cry.

Her lips trembled and her eyes lost focus. Her face flushed a deep purple as she heaved, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

A few seconds later, she finally squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

"Fine... I’ll go..."

She spun around abruptly, her footsteps slamming heavily on the ground.

The wind howled past, mussing the stray hairs on her forehead, but it could not blow away the hatred in her heart.

Just as she reached the doorway and placed her hand on the frame to push it open, a calm, unhurried voice called out from behind her.

"Comrade Yang Meiling, wait a moment."

Her steps froze. Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn’t turn around immediately.

Ye Yuan hurried to catch up, a list in his hand.

"Dean Song has arranged for me to go with you to supervise the handover and transport of this old equipment."

Yang Meiling stopped dead in her tracks, the toe of her shoe scraping a faint line on the concrete floor.

’So Song Qingya isn’t satisfied with just grinding me into the dirt? She even has to send someone to watch me?’

’This is too much!’

Without looking back, she turned and strode straight toward the warehouse management office.

When handling the checkout procedures, her movements were crisp and efficient.

Ye Yuan didn’t seem to mind. His expression remained neutral as he dutifully followed half a step behind her.

He carefully checked the contents against the list, item by item.

With each box he inspected, he would bend down to confirm the seal was intact.

Once everything was in order, the truck parked to the side sputtered to life.

The engine hummed with a low growl, making the ground tremble slightly.

The exhaust pipe coughed out a puff of grayish-white smoke that slowly dispersed into the morning air.

Yang Meiling sat in the passenger seat, her body rigid against the backrest, her fingers digging tightly into the hem of her clothes.

Her nails dug so deeply into her palm that they nearly drew blood.

’Sweeping floors?’

’She was a respectable administrator, an official employee of the hospital. How could she be expected to do such menial labor?’

’It’s a complete insult!’

Song Qingya’s condescending expression played over and over in her mind.

’This is all Song Qingya’s doing, trying to crush me!’

’From the demotion to the cleaning assignment, and now this transport task... she’s been relentlessly closing in, showing no mercy!’

Her gaze darkened as she stealthily glanced at the dark brown satchel slung over her shoulder.

The bag was slightly open, revealing the edge of a white medicine box.

She seized the moment when Ye Yuan climbed into the back of the truck, his back turned to her as he bent over to check if the equipment was secure.

She quickly unzipped her bag, her movements swift and furtive.

From inside, she retrieved a small, silver-white medicine box.

The surface was printed with English markings indicating it was an imported drug, clearly expensive at a glance.

It was a high-priced anti-inflammatory drug the hospital had recently purchased, with rare ingredients.

A single bottle cost nearly a month’s salary for an ordinary employee.

Her fingertips trembled, not from nervousness, but from excitement.

The thrill of revenge was slowly starting to swell within her.

’Song Qingya, just you wait. Sooner or later, I’ll get you back for this, with interest!’

She quickly stuffed the medicine box into a half-open gap in a nearby crate.

Then she grabbed a few greasy rags from nearby.

She casually tossed them on top, making it look like they were cloths used to clean the equipment.

After doing all this, she gently closed the lid of the box, her expression returning to calm.

’When we get to the health clinic, I’ll just say Dean Song asked me to bring this medicine along as a "perk" for them.’

’The inventory won’t match?’

’Hmph, let’s see how Song Qingya explains her way out of this one!’

’It’ll be even better if she can’t defend herself!’

The journey was bumpy. The mountain road was rough, and the truck bucked and swayed over the potholes.

The equipment in the truck bed clanked together from time to time, making dull, metallic thuds.

The sun gradually climbed higher, and the view outside the window changed from city buildings to mountain villages.

Finally, the truck slowly came to a stop at the entrance. The front of the vehicle gave a slight shudder as the engine was cut.

"We’re here. Let’s start unloading."

Ye Yuan jumped nimbly down from the back of the truck.

As soon as he spoke, Dr. Xiao Yu and the nurse, Ya’er, came out from the clinic’s entrance to greet them with smiles.

The two of them had been waiting, holding shoulder pads and gloves for moving the equipment.

"Thanks for your hard work! Come on in and have some water!"

Dr. Xiao Yu said, helping to hold the truck door open.

Ya’er chimed in with a smile, "This equipment couldn’t have come at a better time. We were in desperate need!"

Yang Meiling also got out of the truck slowly, her high heels looking a bit out of place on the dirt road.

She pretended to help, reaching out to steady a light wooden crate.

But her eyes were fixed on Ye Yuan’s every move.

Seeing him move to lift a heavy box containing parts for an old X-ray machine, his back completely turned to her...

...she sidled over to the cardboard box where she had hidden the medicine.

She hooked her toe slightly, pretending to trip on a loose stone on the ground.

She threw her body off balance, stumbling deliberately.

"Ah!"

The cardboard box tipped over with a dull THUD.

CRASH— The parts inside scattered across the ground. Screws, connectors, and circuit boards rolled everywhere.

Dust billowed up, filling the air.

Amid the chaos, a brand-new box of Western medicine came tumbling out.

Its white packaging was particularly conspicuous against the dirt.

The box was clean and pristine, reflecting the light. The label, "Imported High-Potency Anti-inflammatory," was clearly visible.

"What’s this?"

Yang Meiling deliberately raised her voice, speaking slowly and clearly.

She raised her hand and pointed directly at the inconspicuous medicine box on the ground.

Her gaze swept over the others, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a smirk she couldn’t quite hide.

Dr. Xiao Yu, who was moving an oxygen tank rack, heard the sudden question.

His gaze followed Yang Meiling’s finger to the box on the ground, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He froze for a moment, as if rooted to the spot.

He recognized that box. Not only did he recognize it, he knew exactly how much weight it carried.

Inside the clinic, Ya’er happened to see this unfold through the window.

She had been looking down, organizing a registration book, when she suddenly heard the commotion outside.

Lifting her head, she saw Brother Xiao Yu frozen in place, his face pale.

Her heart clenched. Without a second thought, she shoved open the wooden door and rushed out.

"Brother Xiao Yu, what’s wrong?"

she asked urgently, panting for breath.

But before she could finish, her eyes were glued to the medicine box on the ground.

She was all too familiar with the foreign text and the red-and-blue label printed on that box.

It was an imported high-potency drug—one box was worth several months’ salary for an ordinary employee!

A drug like that was a rare sight even in the county hospital, let alone a small health clinic!