This actor is full of tricks.

Lin Jue pushed open the door and went inside.

He was intimately familiar with every corner of the office; he had not only been there as Yan Hui, but he had also spent some time there during the filming of his first script.

"Hello?"

Zhou Yue, sitting behind the desk, looked at Lin Jue with a puzzled expression. He felt that this patient was a bit strange; he seemed to be in his own home as soon as he entered the office.

"Hello, doctor."

Lin Jue pulled out the chair opposite Zhou Yue and sat down. Zhou Yue withdrew the strange expression from his face and asked, "I heard from the nurse that you specifically asked to see me. We shouldn't have met before, so why do you seem to know me so well?"

"Dr. Zhou's name is well-known in the area. Anyone who asks him will know that he has superb medical skills and very high medical ethics." Lin Jue had already thought of his reasons.

The reason was reasonable, so Zhou Yue stopped dwelling on it and flipped through the information: "I see the information says you want to see..."

He pointed to his head: "You want to see the problem here."

"Pretty much," Lin Jue coughed lightly, "It's just that I've been having some really strange dreams lately."

dream?

Do I need to see a doctor for every dream? Although my surname is Zhou, I'm not a dream interpreter.

Zhou Yue was puzzled. He pushed up his glasses and, out of a sense of responsibility, patiently asked, "What kind of dream did you have?"

"I dreamt about you." Lin Jue's words almost made Zhou Yue jump out of his chair. Luckily, his good manners prevented him from telling Lin Jue to get out. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and took a sip of water: "What did you dream about me about?"

“A lot.” Lin Jue sighed. “You probably wouldn’t believe it, but many things in my dreams overlapped with reality.”

“I dreamt that you died because a medical dispute caused your mental illness to relapse, so you closed the clinic, went back to your hometown, and ultimately committed suicide.”

Lin Jue recounted everything he had experienced in Yan Hui's memory, focusing on the medical dispute and warning Zhou Yue to be careful of his colleagues.

Although Zhou Yue listened attentively at first, his eyes were full of doubt, and he even suspected that Lin Jue really had a problem with his mind, otherwise how could he be talking nonsense here.

But when he heard the other person say with absolute certainty that his mother had died of leukemia, Zhou Yue's hand, which was about to pick up a water glass, suddenly froze. He looked at Lin Jue in disbelief: "How do you know about this?"

This matter had always been a knot in his heart. After leaving his hometown, he kept it buried in his heart. Apart from his closest friends, no one else knew that he had such a past. Even his clinic colleagues who worked with him day and night did not know.

But how did this patient know that?
Generally speaking, the normal reaction would be to feel that one is being investigated. Zhou Yue initially thought so too, but he suppressed the thought as soon as it popped up. He didn't know why, but he felt that Lin Jue's words were very convincing, making him unable to utter any words of doubt several times.

"Dr. Zhou," Lin Jue stood up, "be careful of your colleagues, and..."

"Your mother's death was not your fault, nor was the subsequent medical dispute."

At this point, a smile finally appeared on Lin Jue's serious lips: "I look forward to seeing you again next time."

Zhou Yue sat there, stunned, seemingly still processing Lin Jue's words. An absurd dream had foreshadowed his future fate, something that would seem like a fantasy to anyone else. Yet, it had planted a seed in Zhou Yue's heart. When the event actually occurred, he would remember what happened today, and the outcome might change.

"Phew." Looking at the sunlight outside the clinic, Lin Jue stretched and yawned. Although he knew that reality would not change, this feeling did make him feel very comfortable. He had always been too rational and rarely acted on emotion.

The next destination was Tianchen Residential Area, where Liao Fan lived.

Although Liao Fan's father hasn't met his stepmother yet, he can remind the old security guard at the entrance of the community to call the police as soon as he notices a problem.

The old security guard only reported it to the police after not seeing Liao Fan for a long time. If he had reported it immediately, Liao Fan's face wouldn't have been scratched by his father in this scenario.

Upon arriving at the residential compound, Lin Jue offered the old security guard a cigarette and casually inquired about the security situation within the compound. He then steered the conversation toward domestic violence and abuse: "Brother, you don't know, I'm a doctor. These days, many people have turned into beasts, even abusing their own children."

“Last time I treated a child who had been abused by his father and stepmother. His small body was covered in bruises. If the security guards hadn’t found him in time, I would have suspected that the two beasts would have beaten him to death.”

Lin Jue sighed repeatedly, the cigarette in his hand going from long to short and then back to long again, making the fake seem real as if he had personally experienced it.

“Indeed, many people are now affected by the fog, and their personalities have become distorted,” the old security guard said with a flick of his cigarette ash, before fixing his gaze on Lin Jue. “That makes sense, but you still haven’t said what you’re doing in the community.”

"Just taking a casual stroll, and since we clicked, I thought I'd chat for a bit." Lin Jue quickly handed him another cigarette.

After leaving the residential area, Lin Jue hopped on his shared bicycle. As he passed a children's park near Tianchen Residential Area, he saw a familiar figure.

It's Liao Fan.

At this time, Liao Fan still looked very healthy, chasing and playing with children in the park, with a childlike smile on his face. Meanwhile, his father sat on a bench, smoking and playing on his phone.

Lin Jue parked the car, bought a bag of White Rabbit candies at a nearby store, and walked towards the park.

For some reason, Liao Fan, who was playing with other children, suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked at Lin Jue with his big eyes blinking and his face full of confusion.

What is this expression?
Could it be that Liao Fan in this fictional world, like the character in "Wang Zai," has some connection to the real world?
"Want some candy, little one?" Lin Jue tore open the White Rabbit candy in his hand, took out a piece, and waved it at Liao Fan.

Liao Fan looked somewhat hesitant, but still took a step forward, preparing to walk towards Lin Jue.

"What are you doing?" Liao Fan's father rushed over at this moment, grabbed Liao Fan's arm, and looked at Lin Jue with a wary look in his eyes: "Xiao Fan, didn't Dad tell you not to talk to strangers?"

"Heh." Lin Jue sneered immediately: "He seems to care about his child quite a bit. I hope it's not just for show."

"Hey, what do you mean?!" Liao Fan's father instantly became angry.

But the next moment, his expression changed drastically, simply because Lin Jue casually said, "Liao Fei lives in Building 9, Unit 1708, Tianchen Community."

"How do you know..." Before Liao Fei could finish speaking, Lin Jue pointed a finger at the other person and then at his own eyes: "I know everything about you. I hope you won't do anything heinous."

He leaned close to Liao Fei's ear and whispered, "Otherwise, I'll let you experience what it feels like to have a bloody hole stabbed in the back again." (End of Chapter)