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"I know you saw me, so why aren't you saying anything? Is there something you can't say?"

Bai Miao sensed something was amiss, then remembered that his instructions had stated not to meet the person who delivered the food.

If the person delivering the food is also the one knocking on the door, are they also wondering why they are hiding?

Did the dean's suggestion also prevent him from talking to me?

I have to find the clues myself?

Bai Miao glanced around the office and saw a diagram of the hospital's interior layout posted on the wall.

The canteen and canteen storage are located on the west side of the first floor.

Next to the landline phone in the dean's office, a note had been added with the reception desk's phone number, but not the security office's.

Bai Miao checked the time; less than half an hour had passed. It seemed the job was quite flexible, requiring only clocking in at the designated location within the specified time frame.

So Bai Miao simply stood next to the dean and stared at his computer screen.

"Turn the page, okay? You can pretend you can't see me, but can't you at least show me what's on the computer? It's all your own business what you want to see, what does it have to do with me?"

Reminded by Bai Miao, the dean finally snapped out of his daze, shakily exited to the desktop, and opened a folder.

The folder contains four files: sales target, medical supplies expenses, payroll, and water, electricity, and gas expenses.

Before Bai Miao could speak, the dean opened the files one by one for Bai Miao to review.

The revenue target is 100000 yuan.

The medical supplies expenses include a lot of professional drug terms that Bai Miao doesn't recognize, but since the copy requires turnover and not profit, these expenses don't seem to be that important.

The payroll shows the employee salaries paid last month, clearly indicating how many staff members are in the hospital.

After reading it, Bai Miao frowned.

The payroll lists each department and section separately.

The list includes the names of the cleaners.

But why are there no security guards?

Are security guards not considered employees?

After the dean felt that Bai Miao had finished reading everything, he opened another folder.

This folder appears to contain some work-related items.

[Dean's Work Instructions:]

1. To ensure the normal operation of the hospital, please confirm whether the daily usage of medical supplies is normal and reasonable.

2. If an employee comes to complain and asks for a raise, please refuse. Remember, hospitals need to be profitable.

3. The canteen warehouse will replenish supplies as needed and will refuse unreasonable purchasing requests from chefs.

4. The cafeteria does not provide meals proactively. If you need a meal, please call the cafeteria directly.

5. This building does not have a basement level and does not employ security guards. If you see security guards patrolling, please ignore them.

6. Remember, the hospital director is not the owner of this hospital.

Why are the dean's rules so strange?

If the hospital director isn't the owner of the hospital, then who is?

But to be honest, after reading the dean's instructions, Bai Miao felt that it was much more difficult than the work he, as a security guard, had to do.

The hospital director made it clear that he needed to contact the hospital staff and take into account the requirements of all parties within the hospital.

They also have to worry about sales revenue.

It seems we cannot seek help from security yet.

Bai Miao really wanted to find a pen and paper to copy down all the dean's instructions, but he couldn't find any after searching for a long time.

He couldn't find a pen in his own security room either.

Bai Miao looked at the wallpaper in the dean's office, tried to peel it off, but couldn't.

“I can’t take it with me, but I can leave you something too. That’s the security rule.”

Bai Miao pushed the dean aside, sat down in front of the computer, created a new document, and wanted to type in his security rules.

But Bai Miao soon discovered that every word he typed would mysteriously disappear.

"Wow, it seems this instance really is restricting our communication. I'll read it to you, and it's up to you how much you can remember."

After his attempts failed, Bai Miao explained his rules to the dean and then decided to head to the last checkpoint.

The canteen and warehouse were both on the first floor. Bai Miao walked up the emergency staircase to about the second floor, but suddenly saw a person wearing straitjackets sitting on the stairs with a terrified expression at the corner of the stairs.

Bai Miao walked over cautiously, intending to go around the person.

"I...I'm lost. Can you take me back to my ward?"

Bai Miao did not respond to him and continued walking downstairs.

The man immediately stood up and pressed himself tightly against Bai Miao's back, moving with the same pace and rhythm as Bai Miao.

What the hell?

Bai Miao went directly to the basement and used the key from his keychain to open the morgue door.

A strong sense of coldness swept over Bai Miao's body, and the person behind him swayed and walked in the instant the door opened.

Bai Miao immediately closed the door.

I don't think I encounter these things every day during my patrols, do I?

Is this a patient? He looks like he came from a mental hospital.

Qingshan Hospital is not a mental hospital. Bai Miao saw many departments, including internal medicine and otolaryngology, on the pay slip in the director's office.

Although there are psychiatric departments, mental patients who usually need to wear restraint suits should have been sent to specialized mental hospitals long ago.

After sending the person to the morgue, Bai Miao went to the canteen warehouse again, checked in there, and compared the quantity of ingredients as required.

20 jin of potatoes, estimated to consume 5 jin at noon and 15 jin at dinner; 30 jin of cabbage, estimated to consume 12 jin at noon and 18 jin at dinner; 50 jin of pork, estimated to consume 25 jin at noon and 25 jin at dinner…

The most troublesome thing is the rice and flour, which weigh several hundred kilograms.

The only thing they used to weigh Bai Miao was a spring scale, the kind that could only weigh a maximum of 10 jin (5 catties).

If we use only this scale, it will take a long time to weigh all the inventory in this warehouse.

So that's what the ample time allotted in the security rules is for?

However, Bai Miao doesn't need to go through all that trouble.

[Weight Estimation LV1: You can estimate the weight of the items you are holding]

This skill cannot provide an accurate weight, but Bai Miao can use a spring scale to adjust his estimate.

The purchase order says 20 jin (10 catties), and the estimated consumption is 5 jin (2.5 catties). Could it be that the actual consumption is a full 15 jin (7.5 catties)?

There will inevitably be some degree of error, right?

Just to be on the safe side, Bai Miao meticulously recorded all the data using a spring scale on his first trip.

Ultimately, it was discovered that none of them met the expected requirements.

It's either a few ounces too much or a few ounces too little.

From an error perspective alone, this error is negligible. However, Bai Miao still plans to inform the chef and ask how much deviation is required to be reported in the future, and also ask the chef what the rules are.

This can also reduce one's workload. If a certain margin of error is allowed, then there is no need to measure each one slowly, and the time saved can be used to explore other locations in the hospital.

The chef was a fat man wearing a somewhat dirty white apron. When I saw him, he was washing dishes at the sink and looked quite busy. When he saw Bai Miao walk into the kitchen, he asked with a hint of fear.

"Is there a problem with the inventory...?"

"A few ounces of error shouldn't be a big problem, right? What rules do you know? I tried to input the rules into the dean's computer, but I failed. If you're interested, I can read them to you. What about your rules? Are there any conflicts?"

Bai Miao estimated the time; it was about six o'clock now, and he had about an hour left.

"rule……?"

The chef looked completely bewildered.

Chapter 71 Zhao Wanyang's Identity: Patient

Zhao Wanyang opened her eyes to a stark white ceiling. To her right, at the far end of her field of vision, was an IV drip stand. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant.

"Um... Mr. White, are you there?"

Zhao Wanyang sat up and found herself lying on a hospital bed, covered with a thick white blanket.

Looking down, I saw that she was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and a yellow wristband with "NO.1423" written on it.

"Isn't there a sales target for the dungeon...? Why am I a patient?"

Zhao Wanyang looked around the room. The ward was large, and outside the window was a misty sky. In the distance, a large number of graves seemed to stand haphazardly on the mountaintops.

"Why is it another patient... Could it be another scheme where a mentally ill person pretends to be a doctor?"

Zhao Wanyang vaguely remembered that her first instance of the game involved escaping from a mental hospital.

But Zhao Wanyang soon discovered that her wristband indicated she was in the burn unit.

A burning pain shot through Zhao Wanyang's left hand. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a thick bandage wrapped around her left forearm.

Just as Zhao Wanyang was lost in thought, the door to the ward opened, and a doctor and a nurse walked in.

Zhao Wanyang wondered if these two were her other two teammates in this dungeon?

I wonder if anyone here is a White expert?

How are you feeling as you recover?

The doctor approached the bedside and asked Zhao Wanyang with concern.

Zhao Wanyang noticed that the doctor had a nameplate pinned to his left chest, with his name and picture on it.

His name is Bai Chen.

Strangely, the image on the plaque is only the back of a head, not the front, which looks particularly eerie against the red background.