This actor is full of tricks.

There are only two basic tasks in the intensive care unit: one is to make rounds at fixed times and the other is to administer medication to patients.

Lin Jue had seen that kind of medicine before; it was a small black pill with no brand or packaging, a completely unregulated product.

Every patient takes this medicine, the only difference is the dosage.

When Lin Jue delivered the medicine, he picked up one and smelled it. It didn't have any strange smell; instead, it had a pleasant fragrance. However, this thing was not a good thing. It was definitely used to distort patients and make it easier to sew them together with strange organs.

"Take this with you." Chang Mingzhi handed Lin Jue a few sedatives: "Although the patients on this floor are the least dangerous in the intensive care unit, they can still be aggressive. If they don't eat obediently, we'll just give them an injection or force them to take the medicine."

"Xiao Xiang, you will be in charge of wards 5 to 8, and Dr. Ding, you will be in charge of wards 1 to 4."

pity.

Lin Jue was also thinking of feeding Patient No. 1 his medicine so that he could secretly ask the patient about the ninth floor.

Upon arriving at ward number 5, Lin Jue first glanced at the spider inside, who was staring blankly through the glass, and then took out his access card to swipe open the door.

Hearing the door open, Spider, who had been lying on the bed in a daze, finally turned her head. When she saw Lin Jue, a glimmer of light appeared in her dull pupils: "Are you the new doctor? I haven't seen you before."

His voice sounded hoarse, like two pieces of withered wood rubbing together, and his pronunciation was still awkward, indicating that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"I just arrived this morning." Lin Jue closed the door, glanced out the window to make sure no one was in the hallway, and then said in a low voice, "My name is Lin Jue, do you remember me?"

“Lin Jue.” Spider silently chewed on these two words, then shook his head: “I have no impression of him, but he seems familiar, as if I’ve heard of him before, but I’m sure I’ve never heard of this name before.”

Sure enough, these high-level anomalies are all connected to reality. If we can make the other party remember them completely, they might appear in the complete script world.

"Why don't you think about it again? The Golden Rose Hotel, the seventeenth floor that's been sealed off," Lin Jue continued to remind him.

A crack appeared in the spider's dull eyes, revealing an expression that Lin Jue found very familiar. But after a moment, the spider shook its head and said, "Very familiar, very familiar, but I just can't remember where we've met before."

It seems that the stronger the supernatural entity, the more likely it is to appear in this scenario world. Back then, Wangzai only needed to give a warning before it appeared, and now Spider only feels a sense of familiarity.

"We haven't met before, but we will in the future. Why don't we get to know each other now?" Lin Jue crushed the pill in his hand into powder and casually tossed it under the spider's bed.

Spider noticed Lin Jue's subtle movements and frowned: "What are you doing?"

"This medicine is problematic. Don't take it anymore." Lin Jue clapped his hands and wiped the powder off his palms.

The spider didn't speak, but instead gave Lin Jue a deep look. Although he and the doctor in front of him had never met before, he inexplicably trusted him.

This feeling... is like trusting your closest relative...

Moreover, the more he interacted with the other party, the more something seemed to be about to burst out of his mind. He could vaguely see a large, humanoid spider with long legs standing on a strange street, looking at him.

He couldn't make out the humanoid spider's appearance; his head felt like it was about to explode.

"By the way, do you know about the ninth floor?" Lin Jue sat down on the edge of the bed as if they were old friends. "The ninth floor?" Spider looked surprised. "Never heard of it."

"Alright, you get some rest. I need to go give the next patient his medication." Lin Jue didn't linger. If he stayed too long, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of Chang Mingzhi and the others. Anyway, he would stay in the intensive care unit and might come more often in the future to deepen Spider's impression.

As they were about to leave, Lin Jue stopped again and reminded him, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today. It's a secret between us friends. In front of outsiders, please still call me Dr. Xiangyang."

He trusts spiders, regardless of their age.

After giving all the patients their medication, Lin Jue returned to his office. The two doctors and nurses he hadn't seen before also returned. After a brief greeting, Lin Jue sat down at his desk and reviewed the files left by the previous doctor.

While flipping through a medical book, a piece of paper floated out from the pages. Lin Jue calmly pressed it down with his hand, turned his head to look around, and after confirming that no one was watching him, he gently raised his palm.

The note contained a sentence written in very messy handwriting.

Thinking in reverse is hell.

This must have been written by the previous doctor, but what does this sentence mean?
Lin Jue frowned. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the sentence. Was it something he had just written down? But if it was just a draft, why would he put it in the book?

The phrase "reverse thinking hell" has almost no connection to each other, and even when put together, it makes no sense.

Lin Jue put the note in his pocket. He had a vague feeling that the reason the previous doctor was dismissed might be related to this sentence.

As it approached six o'clock, the time to leave work, Changmingzhi began to arrange his evening work.

Since Lin Jue and Ding Zhiwei were newcomers and didn't have to work tonight, they went downstairs early.

As Lin Jue was going downstairs, he noticed that Ding Zhiwei was staring at him from behind. He deliberately slowed down and waited for Ding to walk ahead.

As Ding Zhiwei passed by, Lin Jue suddenly asked, "Dr. Ding, what do you think would happen if someone were missing from the main building?"

"I mean, we're short a doctor."

He really couldn't stand this guy's blatant provocations anymore. Since their relationship was already bad, he might as well just be direct. Besides, he really wanted to kill this guy as soon as possible and force him to reveal the information about the ninth floor.

Ding Zhiwei stopped in his tracks. As if triggered by some command, he slowly turned his neck like a stiff puppet, his gaze towards Lin Jue filled with cold light: "Dr. Xiang, I knew you saw it."

“We have to find a way to get rid of unruly patients so that the hospital can have more beds to accommodate new patients.”

"Besides, the rules of the main building don't seem to say that doctors can't disappear. Didn't two doctors get 'optimized' before we arrived? You're smart enough to know what 'optimization' means, right?"

This was a blatant threat. Lin Jue calmly stretched and yawned, "I don't understand what you mean."

He walked past Ding Zhiwei, ignoring the man's murderous glare, and chuckled, "See you tomorrow, Dr. Ding Zhiwei." (End of Chapter)