This actor is full of tricks.

How many days have you been together?
Lin Jue frowned almost imperceptibly. He had been with Zhao Yin these past few days, so when did Ding Zhiwei become his supervising physician?

Could it be that the hospital's memory has become faulty again?
"Maybe I remembered it wrong." Lin Jue glanced at Ding Zhiwei's name tag.

When he entered the consultation room, he glanced at the desk, intentionally or unintentionally. All traces of Zhao Yin had disappeared; the documents on the desk and the system on the computer all belonged to Ding Zhiwei.

The fact that simply losing a memory cannot erase all traces is also recorded in the files when the patient named Liu Hongxia was taken away.

Could it be that the script fixed itself?

In my past life, when filming a movie, if an important actor had to stop filming due to some reason, the entire script would be scrapped and rewritten, and everything about that character would disappear from the new script.

And now it's a situation similar to that.

Thinking about it, it's been a long time since we've seen any plot hints. Does this mean the script won't be filmed anymore?
If the story doesn't continue, how do you wrap up filming? How do you leave this scripted world?

Lin Jue's brows furrowed more and more, and he was even distracted while seeing patients. After finishing his work in the morning, Ding Zhiwei kept Lin Jue behind and said to him earnestly, "Xiao Xiang, you have to be serious about whatever you do. If you don't get promoted and are eliminated, the consequences will be something you will find hard to bear."

As he said this, Ding Zhiwei licked his lips, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if he really hoped that Lin Jue would not be promoted.

Moreover, this statement was somewhat different from what Lin Jue had heard before. Previously, Zhao Yin had only said that he might not be able to get a permanent position, but now Ding Zhiwei said that Lin Jue could not bear the consequences.

What are the consequences?
Lin Jue always asked questions when he didn't understand, and he directly asked this question.

"Hehe, it's nothing." Ding Zhiwei chuckled. "Let's go eat."

The script seems to be changing in some way; this Ding Zhiwei doesn't seem like a normal person.

Lin Jue told Ding Zhiwei to go eat first, while he ran to the nurses' station and stopped Nurse Li: "Nurse Li, do you still remember Dr. Zhao?"

"Dr. Zhao?" Nurse Li was taken aback. "Which Dr. Zhao?"

“It’s Zhao Yin from our department,” Lin Jue replied, while staring intently at Nurse Li’s facial expression.

"Zhao Yin?" Nurse Li shook her head. "I don't know him. Why?"

Although Nurse Li's facial expression seemed flawless, Lin Jue felt the cursed black line on his arm tighten when he said Zhao Yin's name, which meant that Nurse Li posed a threat to him.

Something is wrong!
Something is really wrong!
Nurse Li used to seem like an ordinary person, so how could she pose a threat?
After Zhao Yin regained his memory, the script really did change, and even the normal timeline became dangerous.

It's possible that even before the riots begin, the normal timeline will become just as dangerous as the desolate timeline.

……

"What day is it today...? What am I planning to do this time?"

Lin Jue opened his eyes in bed, picked up his phone and opened the memo app. Some vague memories began to slowly become clear.

"It's been over a month since the last timeline switch..."

"It's been so long, and the timeline still hasn't switched? Is it not going to switch?"

Lin Jue sat up in bed, stretched his stiff neck, and said with a serious expression, "And my memories... my past memories are getting more and more blurred. The only clear memories I have now are of working at this hospital." He walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. Outside, everything was gray and the air was a bit chilly. People were already wearing light cotton-padded coats.

"Speaking of Xiangyang, where are his family? It's been so long, haven't they even called once?"

"And He Wen and the others... We could still hear their voices at first, but now we can't hear them at all... Is time synchronized between the script world and the outside world? Or are they different?"

"How much time has actually passed in reality?"

Lin Jue sighed. He had completely adapted to the life in this script. Sometimes, even without looking at the memo, he would feel from the bottom of his heart that he was a person of this hospital. No, to be precise, he was now a licensed physician of this hospital because he had been officially hired and had begun to try to see patients on his own.

He didn't go out all day, but stayed in his dormitory, constantly reinforcing his memory of reality. He also sorted out a lot of information and wrote it down on his phone, just to prevent himself from forgetting everything one day. At least looking at his phone's notes would remind him.

It wasn't until evening that he went to the hospital's convenience store, made himself a bowl of instant noodles, ate a few bites, and then headed towards the inpatient department.

"There are still about three months until the riot. If I can't find a way to end this story in these three months, will I also die in that riot like the real Xiangyang?"

"The cursed black thread can only be used once, so the chances of me getting out of the hospital safely are slim."

"Should we leave this hospital and find somewhere to hide?"

For the first time, Lin Jue had the thought of backing down, but he suppressed it immediately. This was not his usual way of doing things. This script was not only affecting his memory, but also interfering with his personality.

"If there's really no other way, then we'll find a way to bring the riots forward and fish in troubled waters!" This is Lin Jue's normal way of thinking. He never thinks there's too much trouble; he only thinks there's not enough trouble.

The patient riot not only affected him, but also the entire hospital.

After completing his routine ward rounds, Lin Jue lay down on the table to rest, but he didn't fall asleep. Instead, he kept thinking about what to do next.

A few minutes later, he heard Ding Zhiwei stand up and quietly leave the office, gently closing the door behind him.

What are you doing? Going to the toilet?

At first, Lin Jue didn't think anything was wrong, but almost an hour passed and he still hadn't seen Ding Zhiwei return.

"Is this guy sneaking out to slack off? It's almost time for room checks again." Lin Jue chuckled, took out his phone and started scrolling through short videos, but as soon as he opened the app, he slammed the phone shut, his face turning serious.

Just now, he thought he heard a scream.

It was very rapid and brief, like someone suddenly pressing down on your mouth so you could no longer make a sound.

Moreover, it sounds like it's coming from this floor.

Lin Jue stood up, quietly opened the door, and began to eavesdrop. This time he didn't hear anything, but he was certain that he hadn't misheard.

He moved slowly, checking each room one by one, and when he reached the fifth ward, he suddenly stopped.

Through the glass of the ward door, two figures could be seen standing in the dark ward. Although they were not very clear, their figures made it clear that they were Nurse Li and Dr. Ding.

Wait, what are these two doing sneaking around someone's hospital room so late at night? Even if they're making rounds, they wouldn't leave the lights off, would they? (End of Chapter)