Learn one small skill every day

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Zhao Wanyang rushed in, and breathed a sigh of relief after the doors closed.

The floor buttons inside the elevator are thoughtfully labeled with the general environment of each floor.

5楼：院长办公室；4楼：住院部；3楼：急诊、五官科室；2楼：手术室、其余科室；1楼：食堂、接待、药房

Below the first floor, there is another button that looks like it's for the B1 level, but the button is covered in scratches that make the text on it illegible.

Zhao Wanyang naturally wouldn't choose to go to the B1 level. The person delivering the food must be from the cafeteria. His pointing downwards meant he wanted her to go to the cafeteria.

I'll just take a look. I hope nothing will happen.

The note did not specify that Zhao Wanyang could not move around freely during the ward rounds. Although the nurse had warned her, Zhao Wanyang did not want to listen to her.

If I just stay in the ward and do nothing, I can get through thirty days?

Sitting idly by and waiting for death will only lead to a worse outcome.

Having explored the hospital instance before, Zhao Wanyang believes the key lies in whether or not one can unlock the secrets hidden deep within the hospital.

Mysteries like "all the doctors and nurses are mental patients in disguise" are likely to be solved.

What secrets does this hospital hold?

Upon arriving on the first floor, Zhao Wanyang stood at the entrance of the cafeteria and saw the man who had delivered the food earlier.

Don't talk to the person who delivers the food.

Is the advice on the note still valid here?

Zhao Wanyang was unsure, but she simply walked over and quietly looked at him.

"Are you also one of the knockers?"

The man asked.

Zhao Wanyang did not answer.

"Sigh...it seems they're all equally strange. I went to the dean's office at noon, but I couldn't talk to the dean. My ID on the knocker is Li Xue, and my name here is Li Pang. My job...is to keep the cafeteria clean and tidy, and to deliver meals to the ward doctors who have ordered boxed lunches three times a day."

"Do you have any precautions? I'll show you the rules I need to follow; how much you remember is up to you."

Isn't he White, the big shot? But at least he's the first teammate I've ever met.

With teammates by her side, Zhao Wanyang felt a little more at ease and began to carefully read the A4 paper that Li Pang had taken out.

Cafeteria Staff Code of Conduct

1、请配合厨师，按照要求配送一日三餐。三餐配送时间分别为6:00-8:00；11:00-13:00；17:00-19:00，如因超时受到投诉，后果自负

2. If patients or staff members dine in the cafeteria, please be sure to clear away their plates after they finish eating. If you find any red residue, please inform the cook.

3. The cafeteria provides late-night snacks from 10:00 PM to midnight. Delivery is not supported. The soup served during late-night hours is red. If anyone is found drinking colorless or transparent liquids, please remove them from the cafeteria. If necessary, force may be used.

4. The dean's office will call periodically to request meal delivery. Please comply with the dean's requests and do not speak to anyone while delivering meals to the dean.

5. We cannot guarantee that the food in the cafeteria will suit the tastes of every patient. If a patient requests a change of dish, please inform the chef, who will then [follow the instructions].

6. This building does not have a basement level; the basement level is ¥@

7. Please deliver meals to the basement level during the three meal delivery hours; our heroes are there :-)

Zhao Wanyang read the canteen staff rules several times.

I'm even more confused after reading it.

"How about that? You don't understand it, do you? I don't understand it either, but at least it tells me what I should do... It's this basement level, I did go there to deliver something today, but I think I saw a dark shadow at the bottom of the stairs. I dropped the things down and ran. I always feel like the basement level is really cold, could it be the morgue? But there's a mass grave right outside... It's hard to say if this hospital even has a morgue..."

"Where are your rules? Can I see them?"

Li Pang muttered a few words casually, then turned his attention back to the things the patient needed to pay attention to.

Zhao Wanyang took out the note, spread it on the table, and let Li Pang look at it himself.

Chapter Seventy-Three Mutual Hints

After reading it, Li Pang tilted his head and his expression was full of confusion.

"At least we know that red is a bad thing. There are white walls everywhere in this hospital, so it's hard for red to appear."

“My rules are different from yours. There’s gibberish and scratching in them. I think some key elements are missing… Why does the gibberish in the last rule look like a smiley face? Have you ever seen this symbol before?”

Seeing that Zhao Wanyang remained silent, Li Pang sighed:

"That's fine for now. It's only the first day, so there's no rush. Gather more intelligence, at least find everyone, and then use the cafeteria as a base. It would be best if we met up every day to exchange the information we've gathered. If there are no objections, you can go back now."

Zhao Wanyang was somewhat disappointed; the cafeteria staff handbook hadn't provided her with much information.

What exactly is on the basement level?

The buttons on the basement floor of the elevator were covered in scratches, which made her hesitant to go there.

Anyway, it's only the first day, but at least we know that the dean and the cafeteria staff are teammates.

Finding the remaining two shouldn't be a piece of cake, right?

Once everyone was there, we exchanged information in the cafeteria, and clearing this dungeon should be a piece of cake.

At least for now, apart from some strange rules in dungeons that could lead to instant kills, there's nothing dangerous.

As long as you follow the rules, getting through the thirty days shouldn't be a problem.

Zhao Wanyang returned to her ward and waited patiently for dinner, already wondering whether she should take a stroll in the dean's office the next day.

……

Meanwhile, Bai Miao found the kitchen chef and reported the problem of insufficient weight in the inventory.

When asked about the rules, the chef looked completely bewildered.

"I...I haven't heard of any rules. I'm just a chef. If there's a problem with the inventory...I'll tell the director and have him repurchase."

The chef wiped his hands on his apron: "If the inventory error is no more than two pounds, it's within the normal range of use, so there's no need to come to me. We'll talk about it when there are more than ten pounds of excess."

NPCs inside the instance?

Bai Miao felt that the chef wasn't very bright, or perhaps he had been placed under some rule that he absolutely couldn't mention?

The chef... was he the one who delivered the food?

"Who delivers the meals every day? It's not you, is it?"

The chef retorted, "Don't you know who delivers your meals every day?"

“He would just put the food down and leave; I’ve never seen him.”

"Then you can dine in. Someone in the cafeteria will clear your tray."

After the chef finished speaking, he asked with some curiosity, "So, how did my food taste?"

Bai Miao hadn't tasted a single bite, but since the chef had asked, he must have wanted praise.

Bai Miao nodded and said, "It tastes good; it's already very good from the perspective of communal cooking."

The chef chuckled a few times: "That's good, but some patients always complain about my cooking. Do you think these guys are picky eaters?"

"A picky eater? Everyone has different tastes."

"I can't buy new vegetables just for these people. It's cheaper to buy a lot of vegetables. Buying only a little of each kind will be very expensive. Besides, the director doesn't allow me to buy too much at once and hoard it. I have to buy according to the estimated daily consumption."

Listening to the chef's eloquent explanation, Bai Miao wondered if this was the rule the chef held in his hands.

Is it that for some reason he can't say it directly, so he's using this method to hint at it?

"Isn't it alright for you to be on patrol? Why are you listening to me chat here?"

The chef asked with some concern.

"It's okay. This is the last checkpoint for me today. I've already checked in. I'll just be idle when I get back anyway, so I might as well chat. I'll be back before 7 PM."

This chef is also concerned about his own rules, which greatly increases the probability of someone knocking on the door.

"What's your name? My name is White."

Bai Miao asked.

Bai Miao had no idea what his name was in the instance.

The security guard is no longer entitled to a name.

"My name is Zhang Fugui."

The chef started talking: "Being a security guard must be a very tough job, right?"

"It's alright, I work eight hours a day."

Seeing Bai Miao's relaxed expression, the chef scratched his chubby cheek: "Then why are so many security guards resigning? You seem to be the fifth or sixth newcomer."

Is this chef a long-time employee?

Or does it mean possessing past memories?

"The only reason for quitting is low pay and too much work. My job doesn't have much work, so it must be low pay."

"Yeah, that hospital is incredibly stingy."

Zhang Fugui wholeheartedly agreed and said indignantly, "Last month I worked hard for a whole month, and in the end they said I exceeded the purchasing budget and bought too many things that were wasted, so they deducted half of my performance bonus. This month I'll just follow the same rules and see what other excuse they have."

"Brother, don't wrong yourself. At worst, you can resign or talk to the dean."

Bai Miao knew that one of the rules in the dean's job instructions was to address employees' complaints.

"When I patrolled the dean's office, I saw some of the dean's work instructions. It's not easy for the hospital to operate. Only by replenishing the warehouse as needed can we ensure a steady flow of supplies."

"And to be honest, the dean himself is just an employee, and there are many things he can't decide."

Bai Miao felt that he had hinted at his intentions quite well.

Although Bai Miao sometimes wanted to just tell the Dean's job instructions in their entirety, he always felt a strong sense of being spied on whenever he thought about it.

There's nothing wrong with the security rules; Bai Miao can just show them to Zhang Fugui.

The dean cannot browse because he cannot see Bai Miao, and naturally cannot see what Bai Miao takes out. He can only have Bai Miao describe it to him orally, and how much he remembers depends on fate.

However, Bai Miao patrols twice a day, reciting the text each time to reinforce the Dean's memory.

Can you directly share your own rules with others, but can you not fully share rules that you've received from others, and can only paraphrase them in your own words...?