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However, she almost cried out the next moment.

Because she saw that the security guard in blue was standing at the door, staring at her with a smile!

Chapter 80 The Second Security Guard

When Bai Miao saw Zhao Wanyang trembling on the bed, he suddenly felt that what he was doing was a bit perverted.

So Bai Miao raised his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet and to show that he was a good person.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wanyang became even more frightened.

She was already standing on the hospital bed, her whole body pressed against the wall behind her, holding the scalpel and several bone markers in her hand, ready to fight to the bitter end at any moment.

Even if it means death, I'll stand tall!

Bai Miao had no choice but to take out his security rules and stick them on the glass for Zhao Wanyang to see.

After Zhao Wanyang stared at him for a moment, the two looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

"Are you Boss White?"

Bai Miao nodded.

"Phew... These stupid rules have kept me from approaching security. We could have met on the very first day."

"Tell me about your situation first."

Bai Miao sat by the hospital bed and patiently listened to the intelligence Zhao Wanyang had gathered over the past few days, as well as the dangers she had encountered.

"You mean the third floor appears completely black to you? It still looks white to me at night, but it does gradually darken as the day goes by, and there are many black shadows peeling off the walls."

From the patient's perspective, is the third floor the real one?

"And I can't get to the fifth floor by elevator, I can only go through the stairwell."

Zhao Wanyang no longer wanted to stay here.

The shadowy attacks she experienced at least once every night were so terrifying that they nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Brother White, do you have any methods to help us clear the game quickly? I don't really understand these rules..."

"The rules are part of the copy, and the copy separates us as much as possible, which is very clear in the rules."

Bai Miao paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Now is not the time for a long explanation. I will explain it to you slowly after we go out. For now, you just need to know to follow the rules regarding the requirements for interacting with the nurse at night."

"There's one more thing I want you to do."

"What is it? I will definitely do my best to complete it."

Zhao Wanyang was full of enthusiasm.

“I’ll go and look at the colors of the wristbands worn by patients in other wards, and the differences in the medications they’re using. I’ll try to communicate with them and see if I can unite the patients to control the hospital’s revenue.”

"Okay, keep it on me."

“I still have to patrol other places. You should be able to communicate normally with the dean. Take the stairs and ask him what the impact would be if the turnover were controlled. I have a feeling that the dean is hiding something from me.”

Bai Miao watched as the dean opened each folder and file, but he always felt that something was missing from the dean's files.

Because the dean did everything too smoothly from beginning to end, without any obstacles, as if he knew what to do from the start.

Knowing how to increase sales.

The emergency room doctor made it clear that he didn't know anything and had no idea what to do.

How come the dean was able to generate over 10,000 in revenue on the first day and maintain the same daily growth rate thereafter?

Or does he really not have to do anything, and all he has to do is keep refusing employees who come to his office asking for a raise?

"I will talk to the dean and make things clear."

Zhao Wanyang felt that she could finally shine a little.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Wanyang, Bai Miao told himself while clocking in at the dean's office that he had gathered all his teammates and the rules, and that a patient would be coming to see him later.

The dean pretended not to see it and focused on processing the files on the computer.

The turnover is already close to 60,000, and it won't be long before it reaches the target of 100,000.

After taking inventory, Bai Miao, as usual, helped Zhang Fugui wash the dishes.

I also heard the news that Zhang Fugui had made a breakthrough.

"I've already convinced the cleaning staff and receptionists to help. When are you going to take us to talk to the director?"

"There's no rush, the time isn't right yet."

"Oh, by the way, when I was chatting with the cleaner, he also mentioned a security guard to me. Was he your colleague?"

Zhang Fugui's words struck Bai Miao like a bolt from the blue.

"What? What do you mean? Where did he see the other security guards?"

"The cleaning staff cleaned the wards on the 4th floor, the corridors, and the director's office on the 5th floor. When he was cleaning the director's office, he saw a security guard in black patrolling and clocking in, but that security guard was not as friendly as you."

Another security guard!

"Yes, it's my colleague. I just remembered I have something to do, so I'll go first."

Bai Miao dropped the unwashed plate, feeling a chill run through his body.

The emergency room rules mentioned security twice, but Bai Miao subconsciously ignored them both times.

Article 3 states that one should refuse assistance from security guards in blue uniforms. Bai Miao thought this was because he was wearing the wrong uniform, and his security rules did indeed mention that he should change into a black uniform.

Article 5 states that security guards of any color uniform should not be paid attention to during patrols. Bai Miao believes this restricts him from going to the third floor to obtain information between 1 and 5 a.m. Unless an emergency room doctor actively seeks his help, he cannot go to the third floor.

But what if these rules do indeed indicate the presence of another security guard?

The security guard who wears a completely different color during his patrols is also the "security guard" who is actually dangerous, as mentioned in the patient rules and the hospital director's rules.

And right now, Zhao Wanyang is in the dean's office!

If you were to run into a security guard in a black uniform, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Bai Miao used all his strength and rushed from the first floor to the fifth floor in less than ten seconds.

But when he arrived on the fifth floor, Zhao Wanyang was already lying on the ground, letting out a painful growl.

The dean's office door was wide open, and the dean looked out the door with a horrified expression, shaking his head repeatedly, as if to say that he hadn't done it.

Zhao Wanyang's voice had become quite weak, blood was seeping out of her ten fingernails, and there were faint signs that they were about to fall off. Her pupils were also filled with blood vessels.

"Green...green...I see green..."

"If you look at red for too long... then when you look at a white wall, you'll see green..."

"Security guard...nurse...medicine..."

"Save... help me..."

Bai Miao picked Zhao Wanyang up from the ground without responding to her, thinking that there must still be hope for her.

I heard her plea for help; all I had to do was take her to the morgue on the basement level!

This is in accordance with the rules!

Bai Miao was holding Zhao Wanyang, blood splattering along the way. Just as Bai Miao opened the morgue door, intending to place Zhao Wanyang on the bed inside, he saw a burly security guard in a pure black uniform standing inside the morgue, grinning at Bai Miao.

You can't protect anyone.

The black-clad security guard scoffed.

Bai Miao kicked out, and the black-clad security guard took a few steps back, creating a gap.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bai Miao led Zhao Wanyang through and placed her on the cold iron bed in the morgue.

"Now, her life is saved, right?"

Bai Miao countered with a question.

Chapter 81 The Story of the Hospital

The black-clad security guard closed the morgue door, and the temperature inside the room suddenly dropped by another ten degrees.

"You saved her life, but what about yours?"

The black-clad security guard pulled out his baton and grinned maliciously, "It's great that you've come to us willingly."

Bai Miao silently drew his holy sword.

"I'm very interested in you, so I hope you don't die."

The morgue wasn't very large, but it was enough for Bai Miao to wield his holy sword.

The black-clad security guard found himself with nowhere to hide and had no choice but to use his baton to deflect Bai Miao's attack.

But Bai Miao's methods far exceeded his expectations.

One second it was a broad sword slashing down with great force, the next it transformed into a slender rapier thrusting out from a tricky angle.

Every now and then a gunshot would ring out, making it impossible to defend against.

These black-clad security guards are highly skilled and their agility is certainly not low.

Bai Miao reached a conclusion after only a few rounds of fighting.

Perhaps both Strength and Agility are above 20?

Bai Miao didn't care. The moment he met the black-clad security guard, he had already prepared for only one of them to survive.

Perhaps it was the shame of being tricked by the rules, or the remorse for not noticing the trap beforehand, or the anger at seeing Zhao Wanyang lying in a pool of blood, that made Bai Miao's sword so aggressive.

Even so, Bai Miao was still hit by his opponent several times. Fortunately, Bai Miao used his joint flexibility skill each time, using the twisting of his joints to offset the enormous force of the opponent's stick.

Visceral Critical Attack

Bai Miao dodged to the side and landed a left uppercut on the black-clad security guard's waist and abdomen, triggering his skill.

"puff!"

The black-clad security guard immediately showed a look of intense pain on his face and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

Bai Miao seized the opportunity and slashed down with his right hand, severing the arm that was holding the baton.