Ward No. 1 of the Disease Research Team No. 2 on the second floor.
The curtains were all drawn, making the room extremely dark.
Fortunately, the sunlight outside was very strong and still tried to squeeze in through the weakly shading curtains.
Keep the conditions of the room visible.
At this time, Heyu was huddled in the innermost part of the bed, his brain was groggy, as if there was no light in the closed space.
Everything is as it is in the room.
Gloomy.
She stretched out her left hand for the umpteenth time and checked her wrist.
After confirming that the bracelet was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Kazuyu's relative caution was clearly revealed when he chose his identity from the mini-game.
However, she has always been too cautious.
Nowadays, she is often immersed in the delusion of "successful clearance and successful resurrection". From time to time, she hears unwarranted voices, and even mistakenly thinks that Tiancheng, who is in the same group, is trying to kill her...
Perhaps the many thoughts that appeared were too crazy, and Heyu clearly noticed that something was wrong with him.
In the past, I would not have these thoughts frequently.
Being able to accurately tell that she was sick was one of the few moments when she was absolutely clear-headed.
A-level copy, what should she do?
He Yu suddenly felt that it was hopeless to pass the level this time.
The next second, he turned around and looked at the door, feeling that the handle on the door was a gun pointed at him.
She nervously touched the bracelet and saw that the weapons and props were disabled. Her scalp was numb and she felt helpless.
Immediately afterwards, he recalled what seemed to be the rules of a copy.
Heyu exhaled and buried his head in his arms, blocking out the knocking on the door.
It was only when she heard a knock on the door and a woman's voice for the third time that she was sure it was not her auditory hallucination.
Thinking of this, He Yu was suddenly startled and looked at the time. It was now half past eight.
The female voice came from outside the door again, "Hello, patient Heyu, I'm Vera. Can you please open the door? I'm here to give you an injection, and I need your cooperation."
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Ward 1 of the No. 4 Disease Research Team on the third floor.
Not long after Zhu finished breakfast, he began to pace around the room to relax.
Halfway through, I couldn't help but hold my chest and take deep breaths many times, trying to calm my inner restlessness.
Until now, I have been going back and forth for half an hour.
She had successfully learned last night that her current behavior might be consistent with an anxiety disorder.
Because the medical record information was shared between two people.
While she was having a back-and-forth confrontation with Mo Yongyan, Mo Yongyan wondered if there was something wrong.
Zhu realized that he did have a problem.
But...it must not be shown.
This can put yourself in a dangerous situation.
Therefore, she simply acted as a mindless and anxious person in order to alleviate the other party's suspicion of her.
But Zhu was very worried, fearing that if he tried to cover up later, the other party would have discovered it.
Mo Yongyan now has too little information, so on the surface he doesn't seem to have any doubts, but in fact he is just trying to trick her in a roundabout way for the time being.
This is not even the worst case scenario.
In essence, what frightens Zhu the most is that her worries may just stem from anxiety.
Mo Yongyan, that half-brainless player, might not even realize that something is wrong with him.
Zhu was trapped in a logic circle, and she was so frightened that she lost part of her sanity.
"So, is she a patient?"
In his spare time when his anxiety symptoms were relieved, Zhu calmly asked himself.
Finally, she shook her head and rejected the question.
"Millennium's attack may have been due to Youyun's abnormal symptoms. This is probably the reason for the failure."
Otherwise, Youyun is a patient and there is no reason why Millennium will fail.
After analyzing it like this, Zhu became much calmer.
But even so, she still would not confess her current illness to a strange player.
Working with Mo Yongyan and confessing his abnormality is no different from digging his own grave.
The disturbing thoughts forced her to constantly guess about other people's progress, and after thinking that she was currently in the worst situation, she took the initiative to enter the stage of unreasonable panic.
The cycle goes on and on.
Zhu's mood was almost on the verge of collapse.
A knock on the door came unexpectedly, which relieved her uneasiness in time.
Zhu was startled at first, then looked at the time and had a slight prediction in his mind.
The person looking for her at half past eight could only be Mo Yongyan.
Zhu took a deep breath, kept his expression calm, and then came to the door.
"Which one?"
A clear and clear male voice came from outside the door.
"Hello, Bamboo Patient, I'm Blaise."
Zhu suddenly felt something bad, "Who is Blaise?"
She has never been in contact with this NPC, and now it is very possible that a simple exchange of words will increase the collapse value of her character.
The worry arose again, making her wish she could choose to close the door.
However, this is not possible.
Not opening the door will also increase your character's damage value.
Because her character is a warm-hearted and gentle girl.
After opening the door, Zhu saw Blaise pushing an injection cart.
She glanced at the trolley without leaving a trace, then looked away at Blaise with a gentle smile on her face.
Somewhat puzzled, he asked ambiguously: "What does Dr. Blaise want from me?"
Blaise pointed to the two small boxes on the injection cart.
"There's a needle inside, and I'm here to inject it."
Hearing this, Zhu was frightened for a moment and couldn't help but doubt the purpose of the injection.
My eyes swept across his chest and I became even more worried when I discovered that he was a member of Group 7.
But his face was calm, playing his role, and asked seriously, "Of course you can inject. But what kind of injection is this? I am in Group 6, why is it given to me by Group 7?"
Blaise smiled brightly, recalling the instructions in his mind.
He replied cheerfully: "This injection has a name called 'Rescue Plan', but it is part of the research and is a task approved by the director. As for me to do the injection, it is because most other doctors went to the conference hall to participate. The meeting on the theme of “rescue” is now underway.”
Zhu had a flash of inspiration and remembered the task of rescuing the character's Honkai Impact value that could be developed independently in the rules.
Suddenly, I had some insights into the situation in front of me.
This means that doctors attending meetings and patients giving injections can save their character's crumbling value.
This copy is currently not going well, but the situation is getting a lot better.
Thinking about it this way, the fear in Zhu's heart decreased a bit, and his smile became much more sincere.
"OK."
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Ward 1 of the disease research team No. 1 on the fifth floor.
Xiao Yi stood at the door like a door god.
Liliko rested her chin in her hands and sat motionless in front of the table.
Don't do what he thinks and let your mind be empty.
After a while, Liliko turned around and asked Xiao Yi.
"Why didn't I inform you of the meeting? The injection also kept me away?"
Xiao Yi pursed his lips and answered truthfully, "I don't know."
Liliko looked aggrieved and asked repeatedly, "The director of the special hospital issued a notice, but excluded you and me. Is this reasonable?"
There is also a sense of hating that iron cannot become steel.
Xiao Yi pondered for a moment, trying to comfort someone, but found that nothing was abnormal.
He scratched his head, carefully observed Liliko's expression, and then gave a very pertinent evaluation.
"Although it seems unreasonable, in fact... currently you and I are just one team member and one patient. This is not unreasonable... right?"
The moment he saw Liliko's face turned dark, he hurriedly stopped talking.
