This actor is full of tricks.

After showing them the room, Dong Jian led Lin Jue and Ding Zhiwei up to the second floor. The corridor leading to the second floor had a heavy iron door that required a card to enter.

"This floor will be your workplace from now on. Your activity area will only be the first and second floors. You cannot go to other floors, nor can you ask other doctors for information about patients on other floors."

Although Lin Jue knew this information, in order not to arouse suspicion, he pretended to be unaware and asked, "Director, I can understand that we can't go to other floors, but why can't we even ask about the patients' information on other floors? This makes us seem like secret agents."

"For your safety," Dong Jian replied simply.

Ding Zhiwei added with a strange expression, "To put it bluntly, if you don't want to die, don't do this."

Seeing that Lin Jue seemed frightened, the guy finally looked away with satisfaction.

"What a perverse sense of humor." Lin Jue kept all of Ding Zhiwei's actions in mind, knowing that there would come a time when Ding Zhiwei would no longer be able to laugh.

"Alright, enough with the small talk. Swipe your card and go in. Someone will show you around." Dong Jian took a few steps back, gesturing for Lin Jue and the others to open the door.

With a "beep," the heavy iron door opened a crack, and a chilling aura rushed out. Lin Jue couldn't help but shiver. Behind this iron door didn't look like an intensive care unit; it looked more like a large icehouse containing corpses.

"Go in." Dong Jian's voice sounded from behind: "Just one more thing..."

Dong Jian said "you" instead of "you all," and Lin Jue understood that the director was talking to him. Moreover, even though the other person was standing right behind him, he felt that the other person's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, coming from another time and space.

"Don't treat the doctors and nurses here as friends; they're just colleagues, a group of strangers, or..."

"enemy."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jue turned around and saw that Dong Jian's figure had already disappeared into the stairwell. Ding Zhiwei, seemingly oblivious to Dong Jian's voice, turned to Lin Jue and said, "What are you standing there for? Go inside."

Lin Jue reached out and pushed the door open. The bright light made him squint. As soon as the door opened, his quiet ears were instantly filled with all sorts of strange noises.

Without a doubt, these sounds all came from the patients.

Before me was a straight corridor that ran all the way to the end, with evenly spaced wards on both sides. Each ward was equipped with a heavy iron door and a small window in the wall next to it, making it look like an interrogation room for prisoners.

"Isn't there even a nurses' station?" Lin Jue asked, looking down the long corridor.

"What do we need a nurses' station for? No outsiders will ever come in here." Ding Zhiwei walked forward, appearing completely at ease.

"Dr. Ding, have you been to the main building?" Lin Jue asked, hoping to get some information out of Ding Zhiwei.

Ding Zhiwei paused in his steps: "No, this is my first time here."

That's a lie; even a fool wouldn't believe it.

Lin Jue chuckled inwardly. He wanted to see how long Ding Zhiwei could keep up the act. This guy was suspicious of him and would definitely choose a time to test him.

Lin Jue wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, Ding Zhiwei's overall strength wasn't that great. If they really started fighting, it would be the other side who would die.

Just then, a middle-aged doctor walked out of an office on one side of the corridor. He was taken aback when he saw Lin Jue and Ding Zhiwei, then realized what was going on: "New here? Xiang Yang and Ding Zhiwei, right?" "Yes, Director Dong asked us to come and help out." Lin Jue nodded, glancing at the name tag on the other man's chest.

He was also a junior director, essentially the supervisor of this second-floor ward, and his name was Changmingzhi.

"Okay, come to my office." Masaharu turned back.

With the office door closed, Lin Jue finally had some peace and quiet. He could always hear the wailing and howling of the patients in the corridor, which was like a den of madness.

"Not used to it, are you? This is what the intensive care unit is like. It's not as relaxed as the regular wards outside." Chang Mingzhi sat down in the innermost seat and pointed to the two desks by the door: "Those are your seats. You two will sit there from now on."

The office was quite spacious, with five desks. Changmingzhi sat at the very back, and there were two more desks in the middle. Judging from the mess on the desks, other people must have been there.

Changming noticed Lin Jue's gaze and smiled, "There's also a doctor and a nurse. They're treating a patient in the ward right now. You'll see them in a bit."

"It's still early. You can take a look at the specific rules for the intensive care unit. They should be in your desk drawers. Look for them yourselves."

"You absolutely must remember all of these rules. If you break the rules of the intensive care unit, not even a miracle can save you."

Lin Jue walked to his desk, where a pile of documents and some filled-out record sheets were laid out, clearly belonging to the previous doctor.

This means that the previous doctor did not leave the intensive care unit normally, otherwise these data would not have been left uncollected.

Lin Jue speculated that the previous doctor must have violated some rule of the intensive care unit and was killed in the dormitory, with blood splattered everywhere. That's why the dormitory room was repainted and sprayed with a pungent disinfectant to cover up the smell of blood.

He did find the intensive care unit manual that Chang Mingzhi had mentioned in the drawer. The manual was thin, only about four or five pages long, but every rule in it was extremely strict, even stricter than the school in the mist. It was like a prison for death row inmates, with strict rules governing their wake-up and bedtime every day.

And as Dong Jian said, you can indeed go out one day a week, but you have to ask Dong Jian for leave first.

Lin Jue read very quickly, memorizing all the rules in less than ten minutes. Seeing that Ding Zhiwei and Chang Mingzhi hadn't noticed him, he quietly picked up the record sheet on the table and started looking through it.

These are ward round record sheets, which record the information from the previous doctor's daily ward rounds and some patients' conditions. Unlike ordinary wards, these record sheets also have a risk rating column.

The patients on the second floor were all listed in ordinary terms. After flipping through a few pages, Lin Jue stopped what he was doing because he saw information about an acquaintance.

He Ping, risk rating: relatively dangerous.

"He Ping is actually on this floor? That's quite a coincidence." Lin Jue quickly glanced at the information on the record sheet and then turned to the next page.

When Lin Jue saw the patient's information on this page, his pupils contracted slightly.

Because this is also someone I know.

No, not an acquaintance, but a familiar swindler.

The patient's name is Ji Hong, a name associated with spiders. (End of Chapter)