Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 353 - 321 Nurse Witch

Chapter 353: Chapter 321 Nurse Witch

Before going to meet Yamano Sanae, Du Qianqian and her team had been busy all day, and after careful selection, they ultimately represented the New World Mechanism in signing 6 witches. They made a confidentiality agreement with them, paid them the full amount of funds, allowing them to completely break away from their original companies and saving many troubles, roughly exhausting a budget of 5 million funds.

"Even these ordinary witches are quite expensive," Du Qianqian flipped through the list, the money had been paid to their former companies, "Probably because witches are scarce."

"Expensive? They’re worthless, a bunch of young witches with mediocre abilities. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been our turn to buy; they would have already been snatched away by other giant corporations," Pan Ruiyi applied makeup in front of the cabin’s mirror.

"...Yeah," Du Qianqian felt depressed. The strong witches were traded through secret channels and had been covertly trafficked to other giant corporations or large companies long ago.

She couldn’t help thinking of herself, transported from Xia to the Northern Archipelago by a cargo ship, now far from her homeland.

checked the list of the newly recruited witches, their abilities were extremely narrow in use, including turning tears into acidic liquid, secreting extra fragrances, changing the layout of page text from horizontal to vertical, having strong adhesive finger, switching skin color between black and white, and turning into a snail if they stayed in a closed space for too long.

These magic powers could only be used for pranks or had already been replaced by modern technology. The majority of witches’ magic powers fell into this ordinary category. But as members of the witch race, they still possessed higher intelligence and had the characteristic of staying forever young.

Du Qianqian chose witches who had a clean background, a spotless resume, were meticulous and gentle, capable of completing the task of assisting in taking care of young witches.

It was only after 8 PM that Du Qianqian arranged a meeting time with Yamano Sanae, who had even better credentials than the previous witches.

Yamano Sanae used to work for Anjiu City Kangjian Medical Company, a firm that wasn’t large but bold enough to offer health insurance packages to nearly 100,000 residents. Once the war started, its clients were either killed or injured, overwhelming the emergency hotline and depleting its already insufficient medical resources, resulting in countless breach of contract cases.

After the war subsided, the clients who had not received proper treatment surged forward, smashing the company. The company was in the process of bankruptcy, and Yamano Sanae was included in the witch’s sale list to recoup funds, making it easier for the management to buy plane tickets and flee.

Her position was a nurse, dedicated to patient care. In her resume, she professed her endurance and teamwork, willingness to accept unpaid overtime, desired salary of 3000, readiness for arduous tasks, eagerness to learn, and conformity with implant augmentation.

"Putting oneself at such a low position, this type of resume is a classic example of self-deprecation," Pan Ruiyi scoffed, "Taking the initiative to describe oneself as ’cheap’, vulnerable, lacking any real skill, relying solely on endurance to compete with others, praying that HR will be attracted by her spirit of self-degradation. After all, aside from tormenting herself, she knows nothing else."

"It really is annoying," Du Qianqian laughed, "A witch who doesn’t value herself."

"..." 102 was not pleased after hearing their conversation.

Did she willingly write all those terms? 102 thought silently. If there had been any other opportunity, who would want to demean themselves like this?

"What about the other background information?" Pan Ruiyi looked towards Du Qianqian.

"Her parents traded her to the company, and she has two brothers with serious criminal records," said Du Qianqian.

"Troublesome family? That’s really a hassle, might as well not take her," Pan Ruiyi shook her head.

"After all, her magic is related to the ocean; let’s recruit her anyway. After she comes in, it will be a complete lockdown management, and she won’t be allowed to go out and contact her original family," Du Qianqian explained.

Thus, Du Qianqian, 102, and Pan Ruiyi, acting as interviewers, invited Yamano Sanae to meet in a coffee shop.

Yamano Sanae arrived at the coffee shop punctually at 9 PM. Actually, 102 had seen her waiting across the street quite early, only to come in on time.

She was very skinny and not tall, probably only about 1.55 meters, with a cloth bag slung over her arm, wearing an out-of-fashion, inexpensive long-sleeve coat, with a cheap black nylon pullover underneath. She had carefully put on makeup for the interview, so unprofessionally that there was a color difference between her face and her neck.

When she saw the three people at the table, she bowed to them seriously and then cautiously approached.

"Your company has already provided a quote, and we’re prepared to pay," Du Qianqian lifted her head, looking at Yamano Sanae almost with her chin, "Tell us about your work experience."

"I... take care of patients," Yamano Sanae was very nervous, especially in the presence of Pan Ruiyi, she hardly dared to breathe. Pan Ruiyi wore a large anti-scan mask, a camo green windbreaker that hid her bulging chest, paired with black cargo pants and canvas shoes, leaning back in her chair with her hands spread behind her, legs propped up, exuding an intimidating aura, her sheer size making Yamano Sanae afraid to look up.

Du Qianqian was dressed in a school uniform, her hair styled in a princess cut that suited a mean girl, appearing as someone adept at bullying others on the streets; only 102 wore baggy flowery clothes, a black scarf around her neck, looking like a middle school student on an outing.

Facing such an odd trio, Yamano Sanae wanted to get away as soon as possible. Finally, she held back, reminding herself not to miss any job opportunity, and patiently laid out her years of work experience. She told them how she prepared beds daily, responded to patients’ needs, handled various reception and examination tasks, wrote nursing records, tracked the progress of illnesses, and switched between day and night shifts.

Du Qianqian, 102, and Pan Ruiyi exchanged glances, realizing they had found a gem.

Yamano Sanae had been engaged in nursing work since she was 12, patrolling dozens of wards daily, her experience in caring for patients and young children was extremely extensive, and her stress tolerance was strong. The overwhelming nurse work had dulled her spirit, capable of sleeping anytime and anywhere, waking up to any call for help, diligently fulfilling her mission.

This was a major nurse, who, in addition to patients, had also cared for many infants. If she were recruited to Shijin Mansion, she could not only take good care of the little babies but also use her rich nursing experience to detect the diseases of the Young Witches and help them grow up healthy, nipping potential threats in the bud.

"Okay, the deal is done," Du Qianqian tapped on her mobile phone, "Your company’s HR department has already completed the contract change. You can start work tomorrow morning. Once the notary office issues the document, you will officially join our company."

"Yes." Yamano Sanae’s eyes dimmed, and she no longer cared to ask about the work content or salary. Being a Witch, laboring from one enterprise to another until death was her only fate; there were no other possibilities.

looked Yamano Sanae over and could tell her health was poor. Makeup masked the swelling under her eyes, and her hands and legs had accumulated countless injuries and illnesses.

"I’ll take you back," 102 offered.

"Ah..." Yamano Sanae was startled.

"You shouldn’t be running around at night anyway," Du Qianqian pouted, "Don’t meddle in other people’s affairs, little baby."

"It’s okay, if there is trouble, Sister will come to save me," 102 hopped off the seat, "Let’s go, where do you live? I’ll call a taxi to take you there."

"I’m sorry...really very sorry," Yamano Sanae bowed deeply in apology to them.

"If you don’t come back early, there will be no dinner for you," Du Qianqian packed up, taking Pan Ruiyi with her on the Iron Shell back to Shijin Mansion.

hailed an autonomous taxi, took the back seat with Yamano Sanae, paid the fare, and then turned to see Yamano Sanae looking at her with a very grateful gaze.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Yamano Sanae said weakly, "I don’t have a penny, and if it weren’t for you, I could only walk back. Thanks to you, now I have this chance to avoid having to walk, and I really don’t know how to express my gratitude..."

"Have some of these," 102 pulled out some cakes and pastries from her pocket and offered them to Yamano Sanae. Ever since a large group of Young Witches had joined the company, 102 always carried small snacks in her pockets.

"Really, can I--" Yamano Sanae licked her dry lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally, after being stuffed with several pieces of cake by 102, she wolfed them down.

leaned back as the cab took them to the edge of Aizu City No. 26 Plateau. The car wound through narrow passageways and entered into a cluster of cheap tin houses.

"You live in Aizu City’s Underground City, huh." 102 hadn’t been to Aizu City in a while, "It’s much cleaner here than before."

"I live here, but most of the time I’m in the company dormitory," Yamano Sanae took deep breaths, lingering in the car seat, reluctant to get out.

Yamano Sanae looked uneasy, gathering courage for herself as if dripping water into a huge empty basin.

"It’s going to drip and echo," 102 knew the taxi had arrived at the destination, and they had to get out or be rushed. She carefully pushed the door open with her hand.

"If I can’t make it tomorrow, then the day after... or the day after that, I will definitely be there! Please don’t, please don’t fire me, I’m truly very thankful," Yamano Sanae got out of the car, looking nervously at the house she called "home" as she spoke.

Alerted by the taxi’s noise, lights came on in the tin house, and two cold-faced men emerged, one portly, the other exceptionally thin, like chronic stamp collectors. Their expressions changed when they saw Yamano Sanae, and they waved excitedly at her.

"Yo, you’re back!" they shouted, "Come in, we’ve missed you!"

Yamano Sanae took two steps towards the tin house and almost stumbled.

"If you don’t want to go back, then don’t go!" 102 grabbed Yamano Sanae’s hand.

"I... I can’t..." Yamano Sanae opened her mouth. Her breathing rushed, she could barely comprehend what was happening, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

gritted her teeth and carried Yamano Sanae back toward the autonomous taxi.

"Let her go!" The two men instinctively pulled guns from their pockets, ready to shoot.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Yamano Sanae’s mouth hung open, she was nearly petrified in fear. Her face turned deathly pale, and her body shook violently, involuntarily stretching out a hand in resistance, her body instinctively shrinking back, almost curling up like a discarded piece of paper.

"Run, run!" 102 dragged Yamano Sanae away, crying as she was carried onto the car.