"Turn right at the washroom, take the third corridor, and go all the way to the end... Hm?"
The nurse was scrolling through her phone. Only after she'd unconsciously recited the whole spiel did she realize something was off and look up.
The woman before her had a figure that could only be called perfect. Her cold, pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She was almost colorless, looking a little sickly.
Her features were merely pretty, but her eyes were especially distinctive, the corners tilted slightly upward and naturally alluring.
Her gaze was a little unfocused, though, lending her a fragile air.
"Hello. I'm here to buy medicine."
Jiang Mian repeated herself, her voice weak and listless, as if she had no energy—much like when she'd just woken up.
And thanks to deliberate adjustments, the voice her clone could produce was completely different from her real one: a lazy drawl that suited her appearance.
The nurse's eyes settled on her, and she visibly froze for a moment.
"Ahem."
She cleared her throat and quickly collected herself.
"Miss, this is a psychiatric hospital. Are you sure... you haven't come to the wrong place?"
Jiang Mian shook her head. A moment later, she said languidly,
"I haven't been sleeping well lately. I figured some medicine should help."
"Then let me ask you—"
"Number Eight sent me."
Before the nurse could finish, Jiang Mian cut in.
Number Eight was the nickname of the person who'd introduced her. Before she came in, he'd given her a set of code words that had made her head spin.
But after she'd heard them, he'd waved a hand and said it didn't really matter. She could just give his title when she got to the third round.
From the introducer's state of mind, it