This actor is full of tricks.

The next morning, as soon as Lin Jue opened his door, he saw Ding Zhiwei across the hall open his door at the same time. Ding Zhiwei looked haggard, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Dr. Ding," Lin Jue greeted him. "Didn't you sleep well?"

Ding Zhiwei glanced at Lin Jue resentfully. This guy across the street had been knocking on his door every now and then since early this morning, which had made him so nervous that he couldn't sleep at all, let alone have any energy.
In the early hours of the morning, he really wanted to open the door and fight this guy to the death, but he was hesitant because an instinct told him that the guy in front of him was not someone to mess with, so he didn't dare to make a move.

He ignored Lin Jue and headed towards the cafeteria on his own. However, Lin Jue was clearly not willing to fawn over him and followed Ding Zhiwei eagerly: "Dr. Ding, do you have kidney deficiency? I think as you get older, you should be more moderate and not indulge yourself too much."

"Are you an idiot? Get lost!" Ding Zhiwei couldn't take it anymore and started cursing.

The two arrived at the cafeteria, and Lin Jue immediately spotted Dong Jian sitting in the corner. He gave up on bothering Ding Zhiwei, got a bowl of porridge, and went over to him, saying, "Good morning, Director Dong."

Dong Jian looked up at him and asked, "Are you getting used to it?"

"It's great, and the colleagues here are very welcoming." Lin Jue sat down, took a sip of porridge, and asked indistinctly, "Director Dong, I have a question. Yesterday I heard a patient mention a ninth floor. Does our main building have a ninth floor?"

"Why are you always so curious about these things?" Dong Jian put down his chopsticks and stared at Lin Jue for a long time. Just when Lin Jue thought that this guy would choose to avoid the topic as before, the other party suddenly lowered his voice: "Some things, you need to think about them from the opposite perspective."

Eh?
Lin Jue was surprised that Dong Jian actually answered. He gave Dong Jian a deep look. This Director Dong was starting to act a little strange. Could it be that he had also established a connection with reality like a spider?
Moreover, what the other party said was almost identical to the note Lin Jue had seen.

"Think in reverse?" Lin Jue lowered his voice as well: "How do you think in reverse?"

Dong Jian placed two fingers on the table, making a human-shaped gesture, and then began to walk on the table.

But instead of walking forward normally, he walked backward. When he reached the table, he pulled his hand back, took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and said, "I'm finished eating. You can eat slowly. Remember, you must be on duty on the hour."

"Okay, Director Dong, take care." Lin Jue watched the other person leave, the smile on his face gradually fading away.

Dong Jian has already told him how to think in reverse.

The ninth level is indeed underground, but it requires a specific method to reach.

That means going backwards. Normally, the ninth floor is on the upper floor, and people need to go up the stairs in a forward direction. But here, the ninth floor is placed underground, so you need to go down backwards to see the entrance to the ninth floor.

"Pay attention to the time; you must be on duty on the hour."

Lin Jue pondered Dong Jian's last words. Sometimes, the hour means midnight. Did Dong Jian mean that he needed to work backwards from midnight?
Regardless, Lin Jue decided to give it a try tonight.

After having breakfast, Lin Jue arrived at the office and stayed for only a few minutes before it was time to administer his medication. He was then assigned to the spider's room.

He observed from outside the ward; Spider was lying on the bed, lost in thought, as always.

Lin Jue knocked on the door first, and when the spider's eyes glanced in his direction, he swiped his card, turned the handle, and went inside.

"We meet again." He smiled and crushed the pill in his hand into powder.

"I think I... had a dream..." The spider's expression was complicated: "A very strange dream."

"What dream?" Lin Jue sat down to the side. "I dreamt that the hospital had changed. There were corpses everywhere, and strange things were everywhere. I escaped from the main building but ran into you in the inpatient department. No, not just you, but also three strange..." Spider frowned, "Everything felt so real. In the dream, I was like a giant humanoid spider with eight different legs..."

Huh?
Lin Jue's pupils contracted slightly, then he laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I had the same dream too. I also dreamt that you spit out spider silk and caught those three ghosts. Wasn't one of the ghosts an old doctor? And the other one was a female ghost whose skin had been peeled off..."

"How?!" The spider sat up incredulously. "How did you know?"

“Maybe it wasn’t a dream…” Lin Jue stood up and patted the other person on the shoulder: “It’s time, I have to go out or it will arouse suspicion.”

"You'll remember soon, I need your help."

Spider's current state should be close to that of Zhao Yin. Once it merges with the desolate timeline, it can exist in an independent world like Zhao Yin, and travel between the past and future of the story.

After administering the medication three times a day, Lin Jue would idly stay in the office, waiting to get off work. During this time, Ding Zhiwei would provoke him several times, seemingly trying to get revenge for what happened in the early morning. However, Lin Jue would just stare at him like he was an idiot, which made Ding Zhiwei feel like he was punching cotton, and he was furious.

"Dr. Ding, I hope you get a good night's sleep tonight." Before returning to his room, Lin Jue made a point of "kindly" giving the other person this advice.

"Damn it..." Ding Zhiwei gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was about to lose control.

However, he was clearly still wary and did not make a move, but instead went back to his room with his head down.

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles..." Lin Jue raised an eyebrow and swiped his card to open the door.

Tick.

A drop of water fell from the ceiling and landed on Lin Jue's face. He reached out and touched it; it felt sticky and had a familiar stench.

"Dr. Zhao, why are you lying on the ceiling?"

Lin Jue looked up with a hint of helplessness at Zhao Yin, who was perched on the ceiling.

The old doctor also returned to the normal timeline at this point.

"It's a strange feeling; the hospital has returned to normal." Zhao Yin jumped down from the ceiling.

"You'll get used to it after a few tries." Lin Jue turned on the light and opened a can of iced cola for himself: "Want one?"

"Never mind," Zhao Yin shook his head.

"How are those two doing now? They're not going crazy anymore, are they?" Lin Jue asked.

"He's still there, and he's getting increasingly insane. It might take some time for him to process it," Zhao Yin replied.
Lin Jue smiled helplessly and downed his cola in one gulp: "It's perfect that you're here. We'll take a look at the ninth floor tonight."

"There really is a ninth level?" Zhao Yin was taken aback.
"Of course, I won't say anything I'm not sure about," Lin Jue said confidently.

Zhao Yin's expression was strange. Upon hearing these words again, he felt a chill run down his spine and a deep unease settled in his heart. (End of Chapter)