This actor is full of tricks.

"That's impossible, I have no recollection of it at all."

Zhao Yin stared intently at the computer screen, his glasses reflecting the light: "This must be a system error. I've never treated this patient before."

"Dr. Zhao, take a look at this too." Lin Jue swiped the mouse and clicked on the attachment to the medical record. It was a scanned copy of a handwritten medical record, on which Zhao Yin's signature and his professional seal could be clearly seen.

"This," Zhao Yin said, his face drained of color, "is indeed my handwriting."

"But why... I have absolutely no recollection of it. Even if I can't remember the medical records, I should be able to find it during rounds."

"And what about this patient? Where is she now?"

Lin Jue handed the ward round records from the past two days to Zhao Yin: "Dr. Zhao, take a look. This patient's name isn't on the record at all, and she hasn't been discharged either."

Zhao Yin took the record sheet and turned the pages with great force, making a rustling sound.

After a long while, Lin Jue saw the other person staggering, so he quickly stood up, moved his own stool over, and helped Zhao Yin sit down.

"Am I getting Alzheimer's? Why can't I remember such important things?" Zhao Yin looked at Lin Jue with fear in his eyes. As a doctor in a mental hospital, his biggest fear was getting sick himself, because only he knew what patients looked like after they became ill.

"It's not you who's sick, it's this hospital that's sick." Lin Jue walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass of warm water, and handed it to Zhao Yin. "Everyone forgets about Liu Hongxia, including the patients."

"But there is one I do remember, and that is the old woman."

"Is this hospital sick? Why did I forget whether the old woman was the patient or I was the patient?" Zhao Yin lowered his head and frowned tightly, muttering to himself. He seemed to remember something. Lin Jue noticed that the cursed black line on his arm began to tighten slowly, and he felt a constricting pain. The office lights also began to flicker.

what's the situation?
How could Dr. Zhao allow the cursed black thread to transmit dangerous signals?
Has something unseen changed about the other person?

Lin Jue took a few steps back. According to the timeline in reality, neither Zhao Yin nor Xiang Yang knew about this. However, because Lin Jue started playing Xiang Yang and said some things, the script world seemed to have begun to change and was developing towards an unknown ending.

[Scene 4: You discover something unusual about this hospital, a discovery that sends chills down your spine. Will you continue to uncover the truth, or flee this place?]

As the protagonist of a horror movie, how could he possibly choose to escape? He would definitely knowingly continue to court death despite the danger.

Ignoring the notification in his mind, Lin Jue looked at Zhao Yin with a wary expression, his right hand reaching for the stapler on the table in case of any unexpected incident.

One minute later, the pain in my arm gradually disappeared, and the lights returned to normal.

Zhao Yin stopped talking to himself and closed the record sheet in his hand: "I need to go and report this to Director Dong tomorrow to see what's going on."

"Dr. Zhao, there's something I'm not sure I should say." With no warning signs, Lin Jue withdrew his hand, feigning hesitation, and said, "I suspect this matter might be related to Director Dong, and possibly even the hospital director's doing."

"Why would you say that?" Zhao Yin looked up, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion. But Lin Jue had just told him something that he had no choice but to believe. Even though he had doubts in his heart, he still subconsciously wanted to believe Lin Jue.

"It's hard to explain, things are very complicated." Lin Jue shook his head, not telling Zhao Yin about the dean's shady dealings: "It's best to keep this to yourself, and one day the truth will come out."

"This is too bizarre. Should we report it to the investigation department? The entire hospital has lost all memory of Liu Hongxia. It feels very strange no matter how you look at it." Zhao Yin's reaction was exactly the same as that of the old woman, which is a normal reaction for a normal person when encountering such a thing.

However, Lin Jue knew that the arrival of the Inspection Department would be futile and might even make the script world more uncontrollable.

However, he still outwardly agreed: "That makes sense. I happen to have a cousin who works as an investigator in the Inspection Department. I'll tell him about this later and have him investigate it secretly."

To prevent Zhao Yin from reporting the case privately, Lin Jue casually made up a reason to appease him. Zhao Yin visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. I didn't expect you to have connections with the Investigation Department."

"We're best buddies." Lin Jue gave himself a thumbs up, then lowered his voice and said, "Dr. Zhao, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yin asked casually, his mind preoccupied with Liu Hongxia.

"If you notice something is wrong at the hospital, such as doctors behaving strangely or patients discussing something, don't overthink it, just run away."

Lin Jue's words startled Zhao Yin, but he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he looked at Lin Jue suspiciously and, remembering what the other party had just said about having a connection with the Inspection Department, he couldn't help but have some guesses. He nodded slightly.

He suppressed the jumble of thoughts in his mind and stood up: "Let's do the ward rounds."

“Okay.” Lin Jue picked up the record sheet and patient roster. Just as they were about to leave the office, an alarm suddenly went off.

The alarm sounded sharp and piercing, just like the warning sound on television when an earthquake is about to strike.

"What's going on?" Lin Jue looked up at the speaker on the ceiling, the sound coming from it.

"Some critically ill patients have escaped from the main building, but the hospital will bring them back. It's happened a few times before, and they've all been brought back for re-treatment." Just as Zhao Yin finished speaking, Lin Jue rushed out the door: "Hey, where are you going!"

Lin Jue didn't answer, and ran to the elevator with his head down. The other doctors and nurses all looked calm, obviously used to the alarm.

After leaving the inpatient department, Lin Jue headed straight for the main building, but before he arrived, he heard a commotion coming from not far away.

"Run! Get out of this hospital!"

"This hospital is a den of iniquity. On the surface, they are running a mental hospital, but in reality, they are using patients for live experiments!"

"That complex has become a living hell, filled with blood and corpses!"

Not far away, there was a disheveled patient covered in blood. He looked like he was going crazy and was surrounded by a lot of people. Many patients and nurses in the building were also alerted and leaned out of the windows.

"Look! This is evidence of the hospital's sins!" The patient tore open his hospital gown, revealing that his chest was covered with ghost faces sewn on, the faces pressed together and their features distorted.

But you can see that they are still alive, their eyeballs still moving around. (End of Chapter)