After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

After that, Dr. Jiang brought him here.

The thin man huddled on the operating table, surrounded by the darkness and shimmering specimens in bottles. He endured the extreme fear and exhaustion, finally drifting into a dream. When he opened his eyes again, it was now.

Dr. Jiang, seemingly unconcerned, turned her back to him, her fingers deftly manipulating the gleaming silver instruments: "Did you sleep well?"

The skinny man stammered, "What...what are you going to do to me? I gave her the key, are you...are you going to kill me?"

Dr. Jiang smiled and said, "That's exactly the person I wanted to give it to. You've made a great contribution; how could I discard you after you've served your purpose?"

The skinny man was taken aback, and was about to speak when Dr. Jiang said, "Shh."

Then the doctor suddenly lifted the blue medical sheet, covering him from head to toe. Several sharp scalpels pierced his skin and plunged into the operating table, pinning him to the spot like a specimen.

Then the smell of blood spread, the red soaking into the blue, and Dr. Jiang poured the blood on him.

The skinny man was so frightened he almost lost control of his bladder. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh, Dr. Jiang, finally feeling like taking on a patient for fun?"

A man's cheerful voice came from outside the medical drapes. If Tang Li were here, she would recognize that the speaker was Lei Hong, the director of the Ghostly Private Hospital.

Such a frivolous "playing around" reveals an undisguised mockery and malice, a stark contrast to his dignified demeanor in the promotional video.

"Yes, it's been a while since I've performed surgery, and I was worried my skills might have gotten rusty, so naturally I needed to practice," Dr. Jiang's voice rang out. "But the hospital director is quite busy; how come he has the leisure to visit my little place?"

"I just happened to have some free time today and missed Dr. Jiang."

"You have time?" Dr. Jiang smiled, glancing meaningfully at the overcast sky outside the window. "Then Dean Lei's feelings when he thinks of me are probably quite ordinary."

The two men stood facing each other, both beaming with smiles. Lei Hong said, "Since you're here, why doesn't Dr. Jiang go over and show your face, so you can offer him some guidance?"

Dr. Jiang said succinctly, "A few years ago, I would have longed for it too, but now I've lost interest and just want to stay at our hospital and make a living."

"After all..." He bowed slightly, smiling in acknowledgment, "The adults will always have to leave eventually, and the development of this private hospital ultimately depends on our director."

Lei Hong softened his tone, clearly pleased with Dr. Jiang's words. He said modestly and reservedly, "I still need the support of all my colleagues."

Dr. Jiang laughed out loud: "Then please give your instructions, Dean. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Among this batch of patients, there are a few cunning rats who always like to peek out from the archives door," Lei Hong said slowly. "Old Yan in the archives is getting old, and his eyesight isn't good. I wonder if Dr. Jiang could go and keep an eye on them when he has time?"

Dr. Jiang chuckled, "I'd be delighted."

restaurant.

Jiang Hui sat there with a solemn expression.

Qiu Wanting sat down next to her with her tray. Jiang Hui instinctively pushed him away: "Don't get so close to me, it's not good if Tang Li sees us. I don't sit at the same table with people of low character."

Qiu Wanting gestured with her chin toward the other side: "Don't worry, she's just spacing out. Even if a dinosaur were playing volleyball right in front of her, she might not see it."

Jiang Hui said worriedly, "What should we do? She noticed the strange thing about the skinny guy's disappearance, but what has she been thinking all morning? Barging into the clinic alone to save the skinny guy under the scalpel?"

Qiu Wanting took a sip of soy milk: "Don't judge others by your own standards. Jiang Hui and Tang Li are normal people with average fighting skills. She should be more inclined to use her expertise in logical thinking to slowly collect clues and unravel the secrets of the mysterious private hospital."

at this time.

Tang Li is considering calling the police.

She stared seriously at the tea eggs on her plate, considering the possibility of persuading the police.

It's really not high. Almost zero.

She had no evidence whatsoever; all she could offer was a memory of her own, the truth of which was hard to ascertain. Even the dusty bedsheets had been taken away.

Moreover, she was at the scene but was unharmed and returned to her ward completely unscathed—who would believe that?

If it weren't for the dust on the sheets and the face she had drawn on them, Tang Li would probably have thought it was all a hallucination caused by her fungal poisoning.

Perhaps she could ask the police to check the surveillance footage? Tang Li's eyes lit up.

But then she thought, if the perpetrator was the vice president of this hospital, why would she be so stupid as to let the surveillance cameras record her every move? Doing so would only alert the perpetrator.

So, please have the police investigate if someone named Nannan is missing... But Nannan isn't a standard, formal name. Nannan? Nannan? These are both very common names.

Thinking of this, Tang Li suddenly paused.

wrong.

Who is Nannan?

Isn't Nannan the name of the main character in the game she plays?

A chill suddenly ran down her spine. This wasn't right. How could she be so certain that the girl murdered last night was Nannan?

The girl last night never said her own name. Nannan in the game is just a pixelated character. Why would she confuse the two?

The iron spoon clattered into the plate, and Tang Li covered her face with her hand.

Am I really the one who's gone mad? Are poisonous mushrooms really that potent?

Don't rush, don't rush.

She breathed heavily, reminding herself silently. Tang Li, we still have a clue, a breakthrough. It's so obvious, quietly waiting in your pocket.

That game that I haven't finished yet.

In the game, Nannan stands outside Dr. Jerry's clinic.

It's 17:30 PM. This door looks familiar. Should we go in? Yes/No

Tang Li has died eight times in this place—it was Nannan who died, not Tang Li.

The game time kept changing, from 9:30 to 17:30. The first eight times, Nannan always met with misfortune as soon as she entered the door, and this was Tang Li's ninth attempt.

[How lucky! Dr. Jerry takes a break between 17:00 PM and 18:00 PM, so he didn't notice you.]

Tang Li rushed inside, and the game scene gave her a chilling sense of nausea—the pixelated layout was exactly the same as Dr. Jerry's clinic in reality.

I searched the desk, but found nothing. I searched the drawers, but found nothing. I searched the trash can, but found nothing.

The time has come. Dr. Jerry kills Nannan with a kitchen knife, and time rewinds to before he entered the room.

Upon entering, Dr. Jerry took a short rest and browsed the bookshelves.

You find a crystal mouse figurine on the bookshelf, with a manila envelope underneath it. You can't tell what's inside.

[Open? Yes/No]