This actor is full of tricks.

The topic changed way too quickly.

While Lin Jue was still in a daze, Dong Jian got up and took out his wallet to pay. Lin Jue hurriedly followed, took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper, while smiling at Dong Jian and saying, "You're the boss, there's no reason for you to pay."

Dong Jian didn't say much. He took back his money and walked out the door. His attitude became distant again, and the distance that had just been closed off returned to normal.

Lin Jue took the change from the boss and quickly followed Dong Jian, asking with a puzzled look, "Director, what did you mean by what you just said? Why do you want me to resign? Did I do something wrong?"

"This is only my second day at work. My parents are so proud that their son is a doctor. What you just said, Doctor, scared me. I don't want to go home and see the disappointment on my parents' faces."

At this point, Lin Jue's face was filled with tension, fear, and a hint of grievance, like a child who had made a mistake but didn't know what he had done wrong.

“It’s not like I’m firing you.” Dong Jian stopped and looked at the mental hospital across the street. “I’m just asking you to leave this hospital. Staying here will only make you sink deeper.”

"This hospital is a quagmire; once you get stuck, you can never get out."

As he said this, a hint of struggle and helplessness flashed in Dong Jian's eyes. His words sounded like he was advising Lin Jue, but it also seemed like he was talking about himself.

He probably knew Qin Lang's secret, but for some reason, he was unable to leave the hospital or expose Qin Lang's secret to others.

Lin Jue pretended to be unaware: "A quagmire? Could it be that some leaders in the institute are involved in corruption? This won't do, the disciplinary committee has to investigate."

Dong Jian finally turned around and looked at Lin Jue with an expression that said, "Don't ask any irrelevant questions. Just know that this hospital is a place of trouble."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

When the green light came on, Dong Jian crossed the road, with Lin Jue following closely behind. But no matter how many times Lin Jue asked him, Dong Jian remained silent.

Once inside the hospital, Dong Jian finally spoke again: "I heard from Lao Zhao that you were asking about the access card for the main building. Why are you asking about that?"

"It's just pure curiosity," Lin Jue coughed lightly.

"Don't be curious, quit as soon as possible." After leaving these words, Dong Jian hurriedly left. The words "comprehensive building" seemed to be a taboo for him.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Lin Jue did not chase after him. This Dong Jian was indeed quite tight-lipped. The Dong Jian he met at the amusement park was much cuter, answering any questions directly. The only advantage of that Dong Jian was that he was still unsure whether he was friend or foe, but this Dong Jian could be made a friend.

Lin Jue has always believed in his personal charisma; otherwise, why would so many ghosts be willing to be his friends? It's all about sincerity for sincerity; he has never forced any of those ghosts.

With nothing much to do today, Lin Jue strolled around the hospital and checked the main building for any good ways to get over the wall before returning to his dormitory.

[Scene 3: Today you will accompany your supervising doctor to the outpatient department for consultations. Here you will meet a special patient and hear his special story]

The timeline didn't change all night, and when Lin Jue woke up the next day, the plot prompt sounded in his mind.

A special patient? A special story?
This character is clearly a key figure. This means there will be a crucial plot point today.

Lin Jue glanced at the time; it was just past six in the morning. He quickly washed up and headed to the hospital cafeteria.

As luck would have it, he saw Zhao Yin drinking porridge as soon as he arrived at the cafeteria.

"Dr. Zhao." Lin Jue bought bread and milk and sat down in front of him.

"Good morning." Zhao Yin nodded to Lin Jue. "Are you settling into the dorm?"

"It's so much better than the school dormitory. Living in a two-bedroom apartment all by myself is incredibly comfortable," Lin Jue joked. He had a good impression of Zhao Yin and was willing to talk to him.

Zhao Yin slowly sipped his porridge: "Eat quickly. It's best to arrive at the clinic 15 minutes early to tidy up the environment and be in the best condition to see patients."

After finishing breakfast, the two went to the outpatient building one after the other. The building had five floors, and Lin Jue had heard about it from Chen Fu.

When the Sanjiang Inspection Division first launched its investigation into the mental hospital, they entered this building. Chen Fu and his team encountered the giant monster on the fourth floor, which destroyed the entire floor.

If we switch to the desolate timeline, this clinic would be a restricted area that Lin Jue cannot approach for the time being.

“Our department is mental health, you should know that, right?” Zhao Yin turned to look at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue didn't know that he didn't have Xiang Yang's memories, but he still nodded seriously: "Dr. Zhao, I will learn from you."

The outpatient department was crowded with patients. This hospital not only treats mental health issues, but also has a specialized psychological counseling department. In this era, various pressures have led to an increasing number of psychological problems among people.

Lin Jue glanced around but didn't notice any patients who seemed particularly interesting. He stopped as he passed the outpatient floor guide.

Because he suddenly remembered that Zhao Yin had said yesterday that the clinic where he would be seeing patients today was on the fourth floor, and he had just seen on the sign that the psychiatric department was located in section F on the fourth floor.

What a coincidence! What if the timeline suddenly switched while I was seeing patients on the fourth floor?
Lin Jue was a little helpless. Did the plot have to be made like dancing on the edge of a knife?

He followed Zhao Yin into the elevator to the fourth floor. Section F was located in a corner and contained two departments, both related to psychology.

“To do our job, besides being proficient in one or two specialties, we also need to know a bit about other illnesses, because many times, patients don’t know which department they should see.” Zhao Yin sighed as he clocked in: “Mental hospitals are very distant and mysterious to many people. They have to search for a long time to see a doctor in a regular hospital, let alone in a specialized hospital like ours. Many of the terms used in the departments are completely unfamiliar to those patients.”

"So we also need to do our own job well while learning about other departments, so that even if a patient accidentally gets a call to our department, we can still help them. We can't let the patient make an extra trip."

Hearing Zhao Yin's words, Lin Jue was filled with respect. He truly felt a sense of reverence for this old doctor. In Yan Jun's memory, Zhou Yue was a good doctor, and so was Zhao Yin.

He didn't know what Zhao Yin's fate would be, but he hoped he wouldn't end up like Zhou Yue. (End of Chapter)