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Dr. Zhou – Zhou Ming. His nameplate reads "Attending Physician".

"Where did Dr. Zhou go?" Lu Changsheng asked casually, while subtly moving towards the door.

Zhang Ping tilted her head, then gave a strange smile:

"You didn't know? Dr. Zhou has been transferred to the inpatient department."

Inpatient department?

Should I become a doctor in the ward? Or... a patient?

Lu Changsheng was about to ask further questions.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking started again, this time more urgent than before.

"Dr. Lu? Time is almost up."

The voice outside the door remained gentle.

"Okay, Ms. Zhang, that's all for today."

He stood up, gesturing to see the guest out.

"You've done very well. Remember to come here at the same time tomorrow to take your medication and continue our conversation. I'll put the suggestion about the inpatient ward on hold for now, provided you cooperate with the treatment."

Zhang Ping felt as if her spirit had been drained away. She nodded blankly, stood up while holding onto the table, her steps unsteady, and she suddenly became stiff.

Lu Changsheng was taken aback; that yellow pill seemed to weaken a person's spirit.

Lu Changsheng escorted her to the door and opened it.

A pretty nurse was waiting outside, with a standard smile:

"Dr. Lu, is the consultation over? Ms. Zhang, let me see you downstairs."

Thank you for your trouble.

Lu Changsheng nodded and watched as the nurse helped the unsteady Zhang Ping leave.

Lu Changsheng only returned to the consultation room after the two figures disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

He leaned against the door, letting out a long breath; his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The consultation, which lasted only one hour, contained a huge amount of information and was fraught with danger.

Before Lu Changsheng could even breathe a sigh of relief, the door was knocked on again.

Lu Changsheng was startled and quickly sat up and opened the door.

A middle-aged woman in a light blue uniform stood outside the door, wearing a name tag that read "Administrative Assistant." Her smile was impeccable, but her eyes scanned Lu Changsheng as quickly as a scanner.

"Dr. Lu, how did the first consultation go?"

"The assistant asked."

"It went fairly smoothly," Lu Changsheng replied briefly, while observing his assistant's expression.

The assistant nodded, showing no intention of leaving.

"Dr. Zhou has been temporarily transferred to the inpatient department, and you will be taking over his outpatient work for the next period of time. Your current job is simply to follow up with Ms. Zhang."

"In addition," the assistant continued, lowering his voice, "the dean hopes you can pay close attention to Ms. Zhang Ping's case. If she agrees to be transferred to the inpatient department, please notify the administrative office immediately."

"What if she refuses?" Lu Changsheng asked.

The assistant's smile remained unchanged: "Just follow the procedures. You have the necessary tools in your office."

As she said this, her eyes glanced almost imperceptibly at Lu Changsheng's drawer.

Lu Changsheng understood. This "administrative assistant" clearly knew what was in the drawer and also knew the rules.

"I understand," Lu Changsheng nodded. "Is there anything else I need to be aware of?"

The assistant took a small pillbox from his pocket and pushed it in front of him: "These are your blue pills for tomorrow. Please be sure to take them before you go to work."

She paused, and Lu Changsheng felt there was something else in her smile.

Lu Changsheng stared at the small, pale blue pill in the medicine box, his mind racing with alarm bells.

"Thank you for reminding me." Lu Changsheng took the medicine box. "I will take it on time."

The assistant nodded in satisfaction: "Then I won't bother you any longer. You can go home after you finish today's medical records; the files are on your computer desktop."

She turned and left, her footsteps echoing rhythmically in the empty corridor.

Lu Changsheng closed the door, walked back to his desk, picked up the bottle of yellow pills Zhang Ping had left behind, and examined them carefully against the light. The pills had a smooth surface and no special markings.

He poured out a pill, held it to his nose and sniffed it lightly—it had a faint minty scent, and an indescribable, metallic, icy aroma.

Lu Changsheng put the yellow pill back into the bottle, tightened the cap, and then took out the light blue pill from his pocket, examining it carefully in his palm.

The pill was smooth with neat edges, gleaming slightly cold under the light. He leaned closer and smelled it—a very faint, minty scent wafted into his nostrils.

From the scent alone, there seems to be no difference.

He didn't take the blue pills immediately, but instead put the pillbox in his pocket and turned back to sit in front of the computer.

He checked each drawer one by one, and apart from the top drawer which contained the stun gun, the other drawers were completely empty.

The computer screen was lit, and the desktop was clean, with only a document titled "Today's Case Record." He opened it; it was a blank template that required him to fill in the patient's name, description of the illness, and treatment suggestions.

Lu Changsheng typed on the keyboard, briefly recording Zhang Ping's performance today:

[She is experiencing significant mood swings, claims to be able to sense and communicate with "it," and has taken yellow pills today.]

In the "Doctor's Advice" section, he hesitated for a moment, but still entered "Continue outpatient observation and supervise medication."

After saving the file, he did not immediately shut down the computer. Instead, he tried to check the file manager to see if there were any other files. Unfortunately, apart from the blank medical record on the desktop that he needed to fill in, the rest of the computer was empty, as if it had been completely cleaned up.

Lu Changsheng frowned, then shut down the computer.

Now he has an important question: Where did Aokiji go?

This is a two-player instance, and even if the two players don't need to cooperate, they shouldn't have been absent for so long.

He took off his white coat, straightened his clothes, carefully put away the yellow medicine bottle, blue medicine box, and rule sheet, and then walked towards the door.

The corridor was quiet, the light was pale, making the door numbers on both sides somewhat blurry.

He walked toward the elevator as he remembered it, but caught a glimpse of a figure at the corner—the nurse who had seen Zhang Ping off earlier.

She stood with her back to him in front of a window, motionless.

Lu Changsheng tiptoed, intending to go around from the other side, but heard her suddenly speak, her voice light and airy:

"Dr. Lu, are you off work?"

Lu Changsheng paused, then said, "Yes."

The nurse slowly turned around, her face still bearing the standard smile:

"You've had a hard day."

"It's not hard work."

Lu Changsheng also gave a polite smile. He paused for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Have you seen Aokiji?"

"What?"

The nurse was taken aback, wondering where Lu Changsheng's seemingly random words had come from.

"Oh, it's that stray cat that usually hangs around the counseling room. I didn't see it today."

Lu Changsheng readily accepted the advice and fabricated the story.

The nurse's smile seemed a little more genuine.

"I never expected that Dr. Lu would like small animals."

"Who doesn't love small animals...?"

Lu Changsheng responded with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking:

Judging from the nurse's reaction, she must have never heard of Aokiji.

So here's the question... where exactly was Aokiji assigned by the system?