Xin Zhixia got the answer and then asked the doctor if he could provide a needle.
"Doctor, can you give me your syringe?"
The NPC doctor shook his head and expressed helplessness, "I don't have a needle, and it's not my working time now."
This time it was not a concise three-word answer, but he even explained the reason clearly to her.
Xin Zhixia's mouth twitched.
It's not working time. How many layers do you have to wear to wear a white coat in the hospital?
Xin Zhixia sighed secretly, but she was not particularly surprised.
She recalled that the NPC patients she met at the beginning were indeed very strict. Many doctors had needles, but not all doctors.
"The NPC doctors who can provide needles are indeed a bit random."
If you insist on comparing the NPC who provided the needle with the NPC doctor in front of you, there is actually nothing special about it.
It's not during your own working hours, so you seem more relaxed?
And what he said was not that there was a syringe in the first place but now there is none. He made it clear that he was an NPC who never had a syringe.
Perhaps this will be a clue to the distinction.
Xin Zhixia also suddenly understood why the elimination rate had not been accelerated.
However, the last question she wanted to ask gave her some trouble. A problem cannot be pinpointed, and it is not known what the symptoms of the disease are that survived.
Thinking of the order of the specific identity tabs, combined with the previous rules of searching for items, the two are contradictory.
However, Xin Zhixia decided to take a risk and decided to use a question to ask about diseases with a higher chance of survival.
"Hello, where are the test reports of the delusional patient on the second floor?"
Seeing that he could answer this question, the doctor's expression became much calmer. He answered unhurriedly: "Office 204."
Xin Zhixia was so excited that she wanted to cry.
In the dead space, a place where she didn't come to whatever she wanted, she finally had a chance to escape.
Xin Zhixia thanked her hurriedly and ran upstairs without saying a word.
During this period, I observed all the NPC doctors who seemed to be in a hurry. After locking the target on the second floor and confirming that it was not a player, they headed straight for the NPC.
The second floor has the most NPCs, while the third floor has very few.
Xin Zhixia has observed that even if many doctors who meet the requirements have needles, the total number of NPC doctors may not necessarily be a hundred.
Therefore, she needs to be more imaginative.
For example, sticking a needle to an NPC doctor.
Thinking of this, the corners of Xin Zhixia's mouth raised, looking very kind.
"Hello, please provide me with all the syringes in your hand."
The words asked were polite and affirmative, but they were also rogue.
The NPC doctor who was smiling politely paused after hearing this. The smile on his lips was extremely stiff, and then he said indifferently, "No."
Even so, he still followed the original setting and took out a syringe from his pocket and handed it to her.
Naturally, Xin Zhixia didn't think that she could gain everything with just one question, she just wanted to test it out.
The setting of the NPC is programmed, and she will take a step only if she pushes a step.
Thinking of this, Xin Zhixia took the syringe, shrugged indifferently, curled her lips, and stretched out her hand again, "In that case, please give me another syringe."
He has a friendly smile, but in the eyes of the NPC doctor, he is inexplicably a bit evil.
Silent, and then took out the syringe obediently.
If you ignore the trembling in his hands, he seems to be particularly well-behaved and obedient.
Sure enough, the next second the needle was withdrawn, the third question rang in the NPC doctor's ears.
"Hey, I've already done it again and again, so again it's not too much. Bring me the syringe."
This time, almost before Xin Zhixia finished speaking, the NPC doctor took the initiative to take out the syringe from his pocket and handed it to her.
Xin Zhixia blinked and took it with a happy expression.
Before turning around and leaving, leave a few words of thanks.
"Thanks, see you again when you have the chance~"
Hearing this, the NPC doctor shook uncontrollably, and before he could relax, he saw the person in front of him turning back.
Xin Zhixia curled her lips and smiled, reminding: "Did you forget something?"
The NPC doctor reacted instantly and spoke calmly, but his tone was full of uncertainty.
"Ok, Ok?"
Xin Zhixia nodded solemnly, "Yes! The process cannot be messed up. No need to thank me for reminding me! It's just a little effort."
After saying that, he turned around and walked forward, not forgetting to wave goodbye gracefully.
The NPC doctor seemed to doubt his life. He stood there for a long time, his face twitched for a moment, and then he blended into the scene with an expressionless expression.
Holding the folder in her left hand and the syringe in her right hand, Xin Zhixia went to the archives room on the third floor to look for a work badge, while shaking her head and sighing at the NPC's humane expression.
If it weren't for the fact that this NPC could provide three syringes at a time and hang a mosaic work badge around his neck, making it clear that he was not a player pretending to be a player, she would have doubted her own judgment.
He muttered to himself, "Isn't it just taking out three syringes? Why does it look like the sky is falling?"
Even the reply came only after being reminded by her.
Incompetent and unprofessional.
However, this also conforms to one aspect of logic. The mini-game allows players to dress up, so naturally the NPCs should be made a little more lively.
Sure enough, there are pitfalls everywhere.
After secretly making a judgment on the little game in his heart, he has arrived at his destination - the archives room.
Xin Zhixia did not open the door directly. Instead, she knocked on the door first and held her throat.
"Dr. Jack, are you there?"
Pretending to move out Jack again.
Three seconds later, Xin Zhixia held the needle in her hand, carefully twisted the door handle, leaned back, and kicked the door open.
The door was smashed against the wall with great force and bounced back due to inertia.
The huge archive room was filled with information, and there were obvious signs of rummaging.
But no one.
Xin Zhixia was silent, then coughed lightly, "Okay, it's safe."
Don't blame her for being too cautious.
This mini-game has been started for an hour. Although the general hospital is a large venue, we have only met five players, and one of them has not even met, which is a bit unreasonable.
Thinking about it now, maybe it was my own luck that happened to avoid the route of many players.
Close the door and get ready to start looking for work signs.
The schizophrenic doctor is currently a major hidden danger in her mind. According to 007, he arrived at the archives earlier. In view of the large amount of information, he chose to give up halfway.
But this may not be the case in the eyes of others, who may think that the job tag has been found.
The time limit is here, so there is a certain probability of avoiding subsequent searches.
Since this schizophrenic doctor can use that kind of prop, he must not be a good person, and there is a high probability that he will not be eliminated.
Xin Zhixia thought so, put down the information in her hands, and began to search in the archives room.
He bent down and randomly pulled out the information twice, then gave up immediately.
After all, the card sleeve is slightly obvious and should not be missed by 007.
Then, she set her sights on the five rows of filing cabinets, or to be precise, the drawers on the filing cabinets.
"What a big project."
Xin Zhixia started rummaging resignedly.
