Hello, I Want to Turn Myself In. I Suspect I'm a Biochemical Weapon

After all that effort, I finally passed the exam for a public-sector job in the county seat.

At my pre-employment medical, the doctor looked at my report with disdain and loudly exclaimed:

"Young people these days have no self-respect. You have all kinds of filthy diseases, and you still want to work in the public sector?"

"This disease is contagious. Don't go infecting your coworkers!"

The other candidates waiting in line covered their mouths and noses, looking at me with contempt.

I was frantic. I cried and tried to explain, demanding another examination.

But my boyfriend tried to talk me down:

"Stop making a scene. Let's just go. You can always find a job outside the public sector."

Later, someone took my position. Depressed by all the rumors and abuse, I jumped off a building.

After I died, the chief physician was still making fun of me at a dinner party:

"She jumped off a building after just a little scare. What a weak constitution. Good thing we didn't let her into the organization."

My boyfriend had already married the daughter of the official who took my position:

"That miserable woman. It's a good thing she's dead."

When I opened my eyes again,

I looked at the forged report and immediately called the police, putting the call on speaker:

"Hello, I want to turn myself in! I just tested positive for a serious contagious sexually transmitted disease at the city hospital, but I donated blood at the provincial hospital half a month ago and passed their screening."

"I suspect the hospital is poisoning people. Please seal off the scene immediately and thoroughly investigate all the medical staff and equipment!"