This actor is full of tricks.

"I am the source of the curse, the source of misfortune and chaos."

“Unfounded disaster.”

Upon hearing He Ping's words, Lin Jue was first taken aback, then his expression turned strange.

The sound He Wen heard in the dense fog area came from Wang Zai? That number one sycophant under the God of the Underworld?

"Human, didn't you want to hear what I had to say?"

The calamity had somehow taken over He Ping's body from afar. With a slight exertion, he flipped Lin Jue over. Black curse threads spread around him, quickly filling the entire ward. He walked step by step toward Lin Jue, but suddenly stopped, his expression puzzled: "Human, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Why do you give me such a familiar feeling?"

A familiar feeling?

Could it be that this script cannot replicate the extreme evil, and the calamities in this script are now connected to the calamities in reality, which is why we have this feeling?
Perhaps it was a projection, or perhaps it borrowed some of the power. Lin Jue couldn't figure out the specific reason, but he knew that it might remind the character in the script of some real-world events.

Thinking of this, Lin Jue rubbed his aching back from the fall and asked softly, "Wang Zai, my name is Lin Jue. Think about it, have you heard this name before?"

"Lin Jue." He Ping's body froze, the black curse lines around him dancing wildly like seaweed, as if he had crashed.

"Lin Jue."

"Lin Jue, Lin Jue, Lin Jue!"

It's like the program encountered a bug that prevented it from running, and it started repeatedly reading data. The black lines started to break down, and the whole program seemed to be self-destructing.

"God of Hades."

"Son of Hades."

"Boss!"

"Boss, I remember now!"

"No! Where am I? This is so strange. Hey, why do I feel like I have two bodies?"

Wangzai spoke at length, and his figure rippled with snowflake-like waves, as if a television had suddenly been interfered with by a signal.

"Wangzai, what happened after we entered the mental hospital?" Lin Jue asked hurriedly. He could tell that Wangzai was like a virus that had suddenly invaded the script and was about to be eliminated.

So he wanted to know how he was doing in reality, and what the scoundrels were doing in reality.

"There's no time to explain, boss," Wangzai's voice became intermittent, and the black lines gradually became illusory.

He opened his mouth and spat out a black, cursed line as thick as a little finger: "Boss, you take this and survive here."

"I can only keep this one."

"Waiting for you." As soon as he finished speaking, the black lines vanished like bursting bubbles, while the little finger-thick black line, like a black snake, slithered into Lin Jue's sleeve and wrapped around his right arm.

A chilling aura traveled down his arm, which was tainted with an extremely malevolent and ferocious power.

"The calamity did a good job; it even knew to leave me a way to save my life before it dissipated."

"This cursed black line should be able to deal with that giant monster, after all, it is a product of extreme evil."

"Using it to deal with that giant monster is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

Feeling the icy touch from his arm, before Lin Jue could think any further, he saw He Ping, whose body had been detached from the calamity, roll his eyes and sway as he fell backward.

Lin Jue reacted quickly, catching He Ping and carrying him to the hospital bed, where he connected him to a heart monitor.

He Ping's heartbeat was relatively stable, and his breathing was normal. He had just fainted, but there was nothing seriously wrong with his body. After drawing the curtain and turning off the light, Lin Jue glanced at the sleeping He Ping and left the ward.

Upon arriving at the nurses' station, the doctor on duty rushed over: "How is the patient now?"

"He's settled down and is sleeping now." Lin Jue wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, looking exhausted. "This patient is just protective of his daughter. I'm sure you've all seen his medical records. When he has an attack, he always sees the people around him as bad guys trying to kidnap his daughter."

"It seems he needs to be transferred to the intensive care unit for private monitoring. His current condition is not suitable for staying in a regular ward." The doctor took out a pen and scribbled on the record sheet: "Look, he even hit the nurses when he had an attack today. He has a cut near his eye and is still getting stitches. Even if the current sutures can be absorbed by the body and won't leave a scar like before, he will inevitably develop vitiligo in the future. This is definitely very distressing for a girl."

The gears of the plot have already begun to turn. Once He Ping finishes treatment in the intensive care unit, things will start to change in the hospital.

Lin Jue nodded: "Indeed, the woman in room number 3 was also very aggressive. I saw that she seemed to have disappeared when I passed by just now. Was she discharged?"

"She almost attacked the nurse on duty during the day and has been transferred to the intensive care unit." The doctor put the pen back in his pocket and patted Lin Jue on the shoulder: "You're doing great. You've only been interning for two days and you can already handle these things on your own."

"I still have a lot to learn." Lin Jue smiled modestly, then looked around: "By the way, where is the intensive care unit? I've toured the entire inpatient department during my shift, but I haven't seen any intensive care unit."

Lin Jue hadn't thought about it when he was out yesterday, but seeing He Ping today did raise some questions for him. The huge inpatient department didn't seem to have a single intensive care unit.

"In the main building, the patients in the intensive care unit are all in very dangerous condition. We wouldn't dare let them stay in the same building as the regular patients." The doctor was quite talkative and didn't hide anything, saying it all out loud: "The intensive care unit is guarded by dedicated personnel and has access control. Even if those dangerous patients wanted to escape, they wouldn't be able to."

"Moreover, the doctors and nurses inside all have specialized treatment plans, and the hospital director is on duty, so there's no fear of patients causing trouble."

This doctor seemed to know something, because his words were strange. Logically, with the hospital director present and his excellent medical skills, the patient's condition should be alleviated, not that he was unafraid of the patient causing trouble.

Before Lin Jue could ask anything else, the nurses' station beeped.

"Alright, I can't chat with you anymore, I have to continue my rounds." The doctor pressed the pager button, smiled at Lin Jue, and said, "Hurry up and get your permanent position. You haven't integrated into this hospital yet, so you have so many questions. Once you're integrated, you won't ask anymore."

After saying that, he walked towards the other ward.

Lin Jue watched the other person's departing figure. He heard the word "integration" again. Generally, integration refers to integrating into a team, not into a hospital. (End of Chapter)