This actor is full of tricks.

"The smell of a living person!"

It was that nurse surnamed Li at the nurses' station. She had undergone some strange change; her face was deathly pale, and her veins were covered in dark purple blood vessels.

Because his power had vanished, Lin Jue could no longer see the opponent's black aura. He didn't know what the opponent's strength was, but in any case, a strange creature was definitely not something that the current "Xiangyang" could handle.

The nurse held a blood-dripping scalpel and stabbed it fiercely at Lin Jue. The blood dripping from the tip of the scalpel landed on Lin Jue's arm, and he could still feel its warmth.

This nurse has clearly just killed someone!

Lin Jue suddenly took half a step back, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked the nurse hard in the abdomen.

If he were still strong, this kick could have shattered the nurse, but now he felt as if he had kicked a steel plate, the pain from the recoil traveling along the nerves in his shinbone all the way to his brain.

The nurse's body swayed slightly, but the scalpel still pierced towards Lin Jue.

This is a B-grade anomaly! It's beyond what an ordinary person can handle.

Lin Jue didn't know what the consequences of dying in this script would be, and he didn't dare to gamble. He rolled on the spot and grabbed a chair from the side, smashing it hard against the nurse.

The nurse felt as if her hand was about to split open, and she finally felt the pain. She opened her mouth and let out an angry roar, raising her knife again to attack Lin Jue.

Lin Jue's eyes darted around quickly, searching for any usable tools. His gaze fell on a metal tray, and without thinking, he grabbed it and held it in front of him.

Stab it!

The scalpel pierced the tray and continued to approach Lin Jue's chest. The nurse's strength was extraordinary, and he couldn't possibly stop it.

Lin Jue glanced at the open office door to the side, decisively let go of the hand, and quickly squatted down, rolling to the side.

In the cramped environment of the office, he had no chance of winning against a Class B monster. He had to escape first and go outside to see if he could find a way to deal with the monster.

Suddenly without any resistance, the nurse staggered forward a few steps due to inertia. Taking advantage of this opening, Lin Jue quickly got up from the ground and escaped from the office.

"Live!"

"Leave!"

The nurse pursued him relentlessly, like a vulture that had smelled carrion.

The doors of the abandoned hospital rooms all around made a clanging sound, as if something was about to come out.

Just then, a figure in a white coat appeared in front of the corridor, blocking Lin Jue's way.

Nourishing.

The lights overhead started flashing again, the smell of blood disappeared, the surrounding noise stopped, and everything returned to normal.

"Xiao Xiang?"

The figure in the white coat in front looked puzzled. It was Zhao Yin. He seemed to have just finished using the restroom and was wiping his wet hands with a piece of toilet paper.

He looked at Lin Jue with displeasure: "What are you doing running around in the corridor so late at night? Don't disturb the patients' rest." Have we returned to the hospital's normal timeline?

Lin Jue turned his head to look behind him, and the strange nurse had disappeared; everything had returned to normal.

"The timeline changes every time the light flashes. Is this some kind of signal? Or some kind of reminder?"

As soon as the thought crossed Lin Jue's mind, the pain in his right leg disappeared.

Are the two timelines independent of each other? If I get injured in one timeline, will it affect this timeline? And if I go back to that timeline, will my injuries heal?

"Xiao Xiang, why are you always spacing out? Why were you running around in the hallway?" Zhao Yin's approach interrupted Lin Jue's thoughts.

Lin Jue immediately clutched his stomach, looking like he was about to burst: "Dr. Zhao, my stomach hurts, I need to find a toilet, but I can't find one."

"Go straight ahead and then turn right. The restroom is at the end." Zhao Yin pointed in a direction for Lin Jue: "Keep your voice down, it's late at night."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao. I really can't hold it in anymore." Lin Jue rushed over, looking as if he was about to burst out.

Lin Jue ran into the restroom, his expression returning to normal. He walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed water on his face.

He roughly figured out the situation of the script. The script had two intertwined timelines: one was the timeline in October 2023, and the other was the timeline after the riot at the hospital.

He will travel back and forth between these two timelines, and the flashing of the lights is the signal that the timeline is changing.

As for whether the two timelines will affect each other, Lin Jue hasn't figured it out yet; he needs to conduct an experiment.

Back in his office, Zhao Yin, wearing his reading glasses, was registering information on his computer when Lin Jue came in and tossed him a book: "This is the college motto. Read it a couple more times to calm your nerves."

“Okay, Dr. Zhao.” Lin Jue took it and sat down to look through it. The editor of the school motto was Qin Lang, and the book contained many rules on seeking truth and being pragmatic, with everything based on the needs of patients.

It's quite ironic when you think about it. He was the one who drafted the college motto, but he was the one who violated the school motto the most, doing a lot of immoral things behind the scenes.

After flipping through a few pages, Lin Jue started to feel sleepy. After his strength improved, he rarely felt sleepy and could handle strange events all night without any problem. But now he was an ordinary person and had experienced a series of events. As soon as he had some free time, he couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

To prevent the timeline from suddenly switching while he was asleep, he specifically reminded Zhao Yin before going to sleep to wake him up when the lights were flashing.

"The lights are flashing?" Zhao Yin was taken aback. He looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It'll be 7 o'clock in two hours. We'll hand over our shift at 7. Why don't you get some sleep?"

Lin Jue nodded, but although Zhao Yin seemed like a kind-hearted person, he dared not entrust his life to a stranger he had just met.

He set a ten-minute repeating alarm on his phone and leaned back in his chair to rest.

Two hours later, Lin Jue stood up from his chair with dark circles under his eyes. The intermittent sleep, which lasted only ten minutes at a time, was indeed uncomfortable, reminding him of the days in his previous life when he was rushing to meet appointments day and night.

"It's almost time to hand over the shift. Remember to swipe your card, go to the cafeteria for breakfast, and then go back to the dorm to rest." Zhao Yin took off his reading glasses and yawned. "Tomorrow at seven o'clock, on the fourth floor of the outpatient department, section F, remember to see patients with me."

"Okay." Lin Jue picked up the keys from the side, but he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he stood by the nurses' station to see if he could wait for Dong Jian.

[Scene 2: The first day of work went smoothly. You're tired but satisfied, and you're ready to go back to your dorm for a good night's sleep.] (End of Chapter)