Get Out of My Office

"Ring ring..."

Next to the computer at the nurses' station, the landline phone kept ringing. The white machine was a bit old and vibrated faintly, as Yu Xing keep ringing if not answered.

Yu Xing only stood there for a few seconds before feeling the air around him gradually getting colder. The phone call unconsciously caught his attention. He paused, and the toes that were about to head towards the stairs quietly turned away.

Yu Xing curled the corners of his lips and, following his body's inclination, walked to the nurses' station. A very unpleasant aura emanated from the telephone there. He stared down at the telephone, not moving for the moment.

The audience, however, became excited.

[Haha, I didn't expect to get a second perspective so soon]

[Luckily, no one else went to a place with ghosts at this time. Didn't you see that no one else walked down this corridor?]

[I thought I'd be watching Ren Yi's perspective for at least half an hour. He always likes to commentate from Ren Yi's perspective, and it's not just entertaining commentary. I feel like I'm back in high school.]

[The kind of punishment where you get made to stand in the corner by Boss Ren Yi if you don't listen carefully]

[Look, look, I remember that if you answer the phone, you'll be harassed by nurses, and if you don't answer, you'll be contacted by patients who died because they weren't treated in time. If you can resolve one of these situations, a nurse or a patient will help you avoid a sabotage.]

What is Xing's identity?

What is Yu Xing's identity? The audience only knows that he is Doctor, but they have no way of knowing whether he is the perpetrator, an ordinary person, or a prophet, because when the little girl on the radio was distributing the identity cards, part of the audience's perspective was already blocked.

In the preparation space, the audience could only see Yu Xing's performance, but not the words on the letters and notes.

In this instance, they could only see Ren Yi's ordinary identity, although the path Ren Yi took was not ordinary... This data analysis guru seemed to be courting death by trying to obtain clues about the dean's office, even though it was unknown whether such clues even existed.

[Suk should know about the ghosts here, right? Based on past experience, answering the phone is easier; the nurses only do small things and don't seem to have the same strong resentment as the deceased patients.]

He reached out, and sure enough... Holy crap?

Yu Xing reached out his hand to the ringing phone, his fingers touching the cold white casing. The chill seeped into his body through his fingers, causing Yu Xing to involuntarily curl up.

No, it wasn't a shrinking back; Yu Xing deliberately curled her fingers, her smile widening, and playfully tapped the microphone with her knuckles. "I'm not going to answer, so what if you hit me?"

"..." It might be a misperception, but Yu Xing felt that the phone rang afterward hesitated for a fraction of a second. Immediately afterward, the lights above the nurses' station flickered violently, each flicker making the environment even darker.

Thick streams of blood seeped from the gap between the microphone and the base, flowing down to the desktop, spreading under the computer, and then surging towards Yu Xing. Logically, with the desktop covering him, Yu Xing shouldn't have had to worry about the blood getting on him, but the blood defied all logic, penetrating the desktop and flowing out from outside the nurses' station.

Yu Xing ignored the blood spreading to his feet; he stared at the landline itself. Even though the call hadn't gone through, he seemed to hear a voice coming from the other end.

"Help... help..."

It was the voice of an elderly man, weak and feeble, as if he had just suffered some unexpected event.

"I... gas..."

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow. Gas poisoning?

To be fair, it takes time for a hospital to receive a call and rush to the scene, and they also need to contact the police. Often, by then, the person suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning is already beyond saving.

Because receiving a phone call means the poisoned person is no longer able to open the window or door themselves; at that point, the poisoning has reached a certain level.

"Save..."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded heavily distorted; it was clear that the person on the other end was delirious, only instinctively screaming for help, without even stating their location.

If you call the police, they can locate the phone number, but unfortunately this is a hospital.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and even Yu Xing found it difficult to breathe. The dean's voice broke the tension, trembling yet firm, coming through the static. "Leave now! I'm allowing you to disregard this rule!"

This regulation, of course, refers to the statement on the sign. "Medical staff passing by should help answer the phone."

It was the content of this sign that allowed the absolute rule of "the regulations set by the Dean cannot be violated" to permeate Yu Xing's body; otherwise, the ghost itself alone would not have been able to control Yu Xing's body.

It seems that at this point, the hospital director could still see the entire hospital's "surveillance" and still had the ability to uphold his hospital rules.

The dean's words sounded somewhat inexplicable, and no one else would have known what he meant. Only Yu Xing a lightness in his body and knew that the dean was helping him.

Even if this helps in a very limited way.

The dean could temporarily free him from the influence of the ghost, but he couldn't prevent the ghost from coming back to cause him trouble.

But that was enough; Yu Xing's impression of the dean improved slightly.

Shortly after the dean finished speaking, the phone went silent. Yu Xing shook his head, looked at the phone, and said, "I sympathize with you, but unfortunately, I can't save you."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully, glanced at the clock above the stairs, and, no longer intending to waste time there, went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

In the instant he turned his head, he seemed to see five or six nurses standing behind the computer at the nurses' station. The nurses' facial features only included ears and eyes, but no mouths.

Their eyes were wide open, staring at Yu Xing without any light. One of them had a bluish-purple hand pressed against the receiver; if Yu Xing had answered the phone, she would have inevitably touched these nurses.

The patient can see and hear, but cannot speak. Is this an accusation against the nurse for potential oversight? Does the deceased patient resent the nurse for not promptly conveying his condition?

Yu Xing glanced at it only once and then didn't turn back, leaving only the empty nurses' station and the clean landline phone that seemed to have never been used for any bloodshed.

[Is it just going to be a black screen like that? Thank goodness you're back! I don't want to Ren Yi talk about the distribution of nerves in the human body!!!!]

No matter how much the comments section lamented or how much they wanted to see what happened next, it was no use. Yu Xing had already left the camera's view, and from then on, no one knew his whereabouts except himself.

He was well aware that ignoring the sign and not answering the phone would attract the ghosts' attention, but that's part of the fun of the Yugi, isn't it?

Upon reaching the second floor, Yu Xing did not stop but continued straight up to the third floor, where she strolled along the corridor.

The third floor is more changed than the first floor. Most of the modern facilities have become outdated, and there are many old machines. Along the way, almost none of the signs pointing the way are intact; they are all rusty and obviously damaged.

The clock's casing was covered with congealed blood, and the hands spun clumsily and heavily. Yu Xing didn't encounter anyone along the way, and he successfully found his office by following the tattered signposts and the location he remembered using the morning mode.

[Chief of Surgery Office]

Having already reached the level of director, he had a private office space in this Fear Hospital where everything was concentrated in a condensed form, requiring a key to enter, which was kept in the pocket of his white coat.

Yu Xing took out the key, aimed it at the hole, and easily opened the door. Behind the door was a space where almost nothing could be seen. You should know that although Yu Xing's physique was still suppressed by the [Cage], his eyesight was far superior to that of an ordinary person. He shouldn't have thought that the room, which was permeated by the corridor light, was so dark.

Clearly, this darkness is not natural darkness, but rather darkness that has been enveloped by some special force, making it impossible for light to dispel.

Yu Xing understood that his first task was probably not simple. He reached out and groped for the light switch by the door. Organizing the workstation wouldn't necessarily mean he would be doing it in the dark. Although this mode was influenced by ghosts, he would still have the most basic physical reactions.

Before long, Yu Xing found the switch, but at the same time, another hand quietly reached out from where he couldn't see and touched the back of his hand.

The hand was cold and damp, like seafood that had been frozen in a freezer for a long time, but it had human fingers. Yu Xing paused for a moment when the thing touched him, and then pressed the switch as if he hadn't felt anything.

The office was suddenly filled with light, and the hand that belonged to whoever it was disappeared in an instant. Yu Xing squinted and saw the scene inside. The office was not large. There was a water dispenser and green plants on one side, and a white glass cabinet on the other side. Next to the glass cabinet was a desk, or workstation in the literal sense.

At her workstation, a large pile of documents was haphazardly stacked. Yu Xing was far away and couldn't immediately tell what they were. Thermos cups and other items were also left lying around. After taking one look, Yu Xing realized something.

If this identity is taken as real, then his workstation must have been ransacked by someone else.

Yu Xing deliberately left the door open, quickly walked to the table, and looked at the things on the table, thinking that someone had opened his office without a key and then taken something away from the table... or left something behind.

The pink envelope on the table appeared on his retina with lightning speed; compared to the other things, the envelope was arranged particularly neatly and was very conspicuous.

Yu Xing knew who had come.

It's probably that sick woman he killed, whose body is still on his bed. That woman was always stalking him, like a fanatical stalker. In criminal law, that's called a stalker, and she'd likely be charged with trespassing, invasion of privacy, and other crimes.

It's perfectly normal for a woman to secretly make a copy of his office key without his knowledge; in fact, it would be even easier for the ghost of a dead woman to do such a thing.

By rummaging through his desk, she probably still wanted to pry into his privacy.

Yu Xing stepped forward and put the dividend envelope into the pocket of his white coat. He could sense that the lights in the room seemed to have brightened up, which meant that the Female Ghost must have been very pleased with his action.

He picked up the papers on the table and found that they were of several kinds, including hospitalized patients' medical records, physical examination reports, new information on certain diseases, etc. In addition, there were also draft papers and medical books spread out on the table.

Yu Xing quickly sorted everything out, making the table much tidier. Only a few documents in dark yellow paper folders needed to be put back in the drawer.

There are drawers under the table and on both sides. The middle drawer contains some everyday items, such as scissors, tape, and small clips. In fact, these scissors could have been used as a murder weapon, but Yu Xing didn't take a liking to them because there were better ones in the glass cabinet next to it.

The drawers on the left and right sides contain various notebooks, including sign-in sheets, equipment borrowing slips, disinfection record books, patient thank-you notes, and so on.

All the thank-you notes were opened, and each patient's sincere words were marked with a straight line in red blood, as if they were being highlighted. At the end, there was a bloody checkmark, with a self-satisfied "Read" written below.

Yu Xing took out the thank-you notes and saw the Female Ghost commenting on them with an extremely possessive air, as if doing so would show how different she was from the other patients. Her phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously.

Doctor are duty-bound to save lives.

The patient was genuinely grateful.

What right does this mentally ill woman have to desecrate what patients painstakingly wrote, stroke by stroke?

Judging from the distribution of bloodstains on the thank-you notes, this Female Ghost really enjoyed seeing people praise her. She would underline the words of praise, but as long as the patients showed even a little bit of liking for her, or even just ordinary respect and admiration, the Female Ghost would maliciously draw many, many messy crosses on that section, preferably covering up all the ink so that it was completely invisible.

There was no one around, and no live camera, but Yu Xing's expression clearly showed that he was unhappy.

The air grew colder, the lights dimmed as if the power had gone out, and the unseen Female Ghost seemed dissatisfied with his expression.

A fierce glint appeared in Yu Xing's eyes. In his view, this Female Ghost was truly ignorant and arrogant, having done so many annoying things, yet still daring to try and control him, the "Doctor."

He silently put away the thank-you letter and then arranged the other items on the table. After hearing the system notification that his first task was completed, Yu Xing gave a sinister smile.

He took out a pink envelope from his pocket, tore it in half without even opening it or glancing at it.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a woman's angry shout rang in his ears, and blood dripped from the envelope, staining Yu Xing's white coat red.

This is not a big deal. In the Scream Night mode, everyone will get injured or have things like blood, ash, or bruises when they encounter ghosts. It's not unusual.

Yu Xing wasn't afraid at all. If a normal person would feel guilty and fearful about the person they killed, then neither he nor the Doctor who originally had such a lucky love life would feel that way.

Yu Xing never felt any sympathy for such presumptuous people; he only felt disgusted by them.

He folded the blood-stained pink envelope, tore it open again, and then threw it roughly into the trash can next to his workstation.

Several words appeared on the desktop, written in blood.

"What are you doing!!"

Yu Xing glanced at it coldly, picked up a rag hanging on the side of the glass cabinet, and wiped away the bloody words. A little black mist seeped from his eyes, and his voice was cold, more terrifying than a ghost. "Trash, if you dare to dirty my place again, I'll make sure your soul is completely annihilated."

"Get out of my office now!"