Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

When Lin Xiaoman was admitted to the hospital, she could no longer be admitted to a regular ward.

The nurse pushed the bed all the way to the end of the corridor, and the lights got dimmer as they went.

Lin Jibai followed beside him, clutching the payment slip in his hand.

The words "insufficient balance" felt like a nail stuck in his palm.

"Why were you moved to a different ward?" he asked.

The nurse avoided looking at him: "It was arranged by the doctor."

Which doctor?

"Tianheng Medical Expert Team".

Lin Jibai stopped.

The sign at the end of the corridor reads: Special Observation Ward C-9.

As soon as the door opened, a blast of cold air hit us.

The lights were off in the ward.

The moonlight was everywhere.

Even though the curtains were drawn, the walls had a silvery-white, frosty appearance, as if a moon were pasted on them. On the monitor screen, Lin Xiaoman's brainwaves were no longer curves, but a series of regularly flashing coordinates.

Xu Wangshu came in wearing a mask, and her complexion was even worse than the patient's.

"I checked, this ward was contracted out to Tianheng Medical three years ago, and it is nominally a sleep disorder research center."

"What about in reality?"

"Moonlight Ward"

Lin Jibai looked at his younger sister.

Lin Xiaoman was asleep, her lips moving slightly.

He bent down.

"elder brother."

"I am here."

"Don't let the moon shine brightly."

Lin Jibai's heart tightened: "Who called roll?"

Lin Xiaoman did not wake up.

She wrote on the bed sheet stroke by stroke with her finger.

Xu Wangshu immediately took a picture.

A string of numbers.

Coordinates of the far side of the moon.

Xu Wangshu lowered his head to check, his pupils suddenly shrinking: "This is the area where Chang'e 7 lost relay contact, and it is also the preset camera center for Tianheng's next live broadcast on the far side of the moon."

Lin Jibai marked the coordinates: "How did Xiaoman know?"

"She doesn't know."

A gentle voice came from the door of the ward.

A middle-aged doctor in a white coat walked in, his name tag reading: Tianheng Medical, Zhou Zhiwei.

He was followed by two caregivers, both of whom had silver star patterns on their wrists.

Zhou Zhiwei smiled and said, "It was the Moonlit System that spoke through her."

Lin Jibai stood in front of the bed: "Get out."

"Mr. Lin, I understand your feelings. But your sister is experiencing an extremely rare condition called lunar synchronization syndrome. If she continues to be treated at a regular hospital, she won't survive the night."

"You guys are very good at choosing the right time to intimidate family members."

I'm stating the facts.

Zhou Zhiwei handed over the tablet.

The above is Lin Xiaoman's physical examination report.

As the moonlight intensifies, her body temperature drops; each time the communication window on the far side of the moon opens, her brainwaves display non-human coding.

The diagnosis at the very bottom is glaring: suspected Nantianmen interface type sample.

Lin Jibai squeezed the tablet so hard it made a cracking sound: "You call her a sample?"

Zhou Zhiwei sighed: "In the system, all exceptions must be named. Naming is not an insult, it's for protection."

"To the point of protecting someone by locking them in a cold storage?"

Zhou Zhiwei's expression changed slightly.

Xu Wangshu caught it: "You know about the cold storage in the Moon Palace."

"Dr. Xu, your privileges have been suspended."

"Suspending permissions does not mean suspending thinking."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The monitor suddenly screamed.

The frost patterns on the ward wall began to spread, forming the outline of a door.

Two ancient characters on the lintel gradually emerged.

Southern sky.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly opened her eyes.

What she saw reflected in her eyes was not a hospital ward, but an endless cold storage room.

"Brother." She grasped Lin Jibai's hand, her voice trembling, "I dreamt of many people in a closet. They didn't have names."

Lin Jibai pressed her hand down: "Don't look, wake up."

"There's an older sister I'll remember."

"Who?"

She said she was the seventeenth Chang'e.

All the lights in the hospital room exploded.

Zhou Zhiwei said sternly, "Inject a sedative!"

The caregiver rushed over.

Lin Jibai kicked the first one over, grabbed the IV stand and swept it across, knocking the second one back.

"Whoever dares to touch her, I'll make them suffer from insomnia for the rest of their lives."

Zhou Zhiwei's face turned cold: "Mr. Lin, you can't save her. The moonlit side has already begun to receive the medicine."

The curtains opened automatically without any wind.

The moonlight, as bright as day, streamed into the ward.

Lin Xiaoman's body grew colder and colder, and a layer of frost rose on the bed sheet.

With her last bit of lucidity, she slipped a coordinate into Lin Jibai's palm.

It wasn't written on paper.

It was frozen inside his skin.

"Brother, I hear Dad's voice over there."

Frost-like patterns crawled all the way to the door.

Outside the ward, all the patients in the corridor sat up at the same time.

They closed their eyes and said in unison:

"The Moon Palace is taking attendance."