Vol 2 Chapter 3855: Mystery note

Yan Yan still entered this nursing home with a high level of security.
In addition to Wu Rui'an, she also asked Cheng Zitong through Fu Yuan'er and thought of some ways to get her into the nursing home among the newly recruited nurses.
"After seeing Yu Sirui, ask her questions, no matter how she answers, you must leave from the passage arranged in advance." Before entering, Cheng Zitong solemnly told her.
Because Yu Sirui will expose her identity with a high probability.
Watching her figure enter the nursing home with a group of nurses, Fu Yuan'er sitting in the car was very worried.
"I think it was a mistake that we helped her this time." Fu Yuaner said.
"But you have to help her." Cheng Zitong comforted his wife. "You can't refuse her pleading look."
Fu Yuan'er nodded sadly, "I still don't want to believe that so many terrible things have happened to Yan Yan... Almost overnight, her fate changed."
But Yan Yan in the past was obviously a person who would not force her.
She always thought that Yan Yan would be the happiest one among them.
"She is not the only one who has changed her destiny." Cheng Zitong lowered his eyes.
Fu Yuaner knew that he thought of Cheng Yiming again.
Since this incident, Cheng Yiming has also disappeared.
He allowed his company to go bankrupt, and he did not have any contact with his parents. From time to time, news of him would be heard, but it was never confirmed.
Only one thing is certain, Cheng Yiming is also living very badly, almost in a state of self-exile.
After all, there is a blood relationship, and Cheng Zi is also concerned about Cheng Yiming in his heart.
Who caused all this?
Is it just Yu Sirui?
The new nurses gathered in the office of the dean of the nursing home. The dean was a lean and serious old man with no hair on his forehead.
His shrewd eyes turned from each nurse's face, the cold light in his eyes stared at people's scalp.
These nurses have also been screened at various levels, and they are still able to withstand such strictness.
"I only have one word to warn you," the dean said, "Once I find out what's wrong with you, I will make her die better than life!"
The cold voice spoke like a messenger of hell.
Even if they have a strong psychological endurance, some nurses still secretly regret that they are coveting three times the salary of ordinary hospitals. Is it worth it?
Yan Yan has been expressionless, she should feel scared. Although she has a weak personality, she is not without fear.
It's just that after she experienced that kind of grief, she was numb to these things.
The only thing she needs to do now is to find Yu Sirui's ward.
After getting acquainted for a few days, she discovered that the wards in the sanatorium were hierarchical. There were three classes. The first class was the best ward. In the deepest part of the sanatorium, they were all small independent wards.
The second class is a single ward in a building.
As for the third class, there is one room per person in a three-bedroom room.
The new nurse is only sent to the third-class ward to deliver medicines and injections to measure blood pressure, and I won’t tell you where the door of the first-class ward opens.
Although Yan Yan was anxious, she could only stay on it slowly, and then slowly inquire about the situation after she became familiar with the environment.
On this day, Yan Yan came to the third-class ward as usual and gave the patient injections according to her work tasks.
As soon as the patient’s arm was pierced with a blood vessel, the patient suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "I know you!" The patient's eyes stared at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan's heart was startled, and the needle almost hit the muscle.
She came here, her name changed.
Not only is she wearing a mask without makeup, but she also has a certain "modification" on her face. The patient in front of her will not recognize her as the actor Yan Yan on the screen.
Thinking of this, she calmed down, ignored the patient, just injected the medicine.
The patient suddenly smiled: "I know all the beauties."
Yan Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time learned a lesson, the patients here are all mentally problematic, how could she be stunned by them.
After the injection, she packed her things and prepared to leave, and the patient stopped her again.
She turned her head suspiciously, and saw the patient put her finger to her, tilted her head and said: "I really know you, you..."
"Pearls, who wants pearls." At this moment, an aunt in the cafeteria pushed a small dining cart over and shouted along the way.
The attention of the patients was attracted one after another, and many patients clamored for pearls.
The so-called pearls are just small steamed buns.
Yan Yan took a stunned look, then turned her head and left.
Although he wears a mask when facing the patient, the nurse’s dormitory is a six-person room. After a long time, no one can guarantee that the flaws will not be seen.
I must hurry up, Yan Yan said to herself.
"Miri." When she returned to the nurse's station, the head nurse suddenly stopped her.
She pretended to come in under the name "Mi Rui".
"The head nurse." She turned and stopped.
"The dean asked you to go there and give you ten minutes to prepare." After speaking, the head nurse left blankly.
Yan Yan's heart sighed, so good, what did the dean suddenly tell her to do?
"Don't worry, just ask routinely." The kind round-faced colleague whispered to her.
"Ask what?" she asked.
"It's just some work and life situations." The round-faced colleague has obviously been asked. "Some people say that the dean pays great attention to details, and he will judge from the details of everyone's life some issues that ordinary people would ignore."
Yan Yan was stunned, "Has the dean ever been a policeman?"
The round-faced colleague shrugged helplessly: "The dean of the psychiatric hospital, of course, is different."
Yan Yan couldn't help being a little nervous. If the dean asked her how she was getting along with the patient, would she tell the dean truthfully, a patient said to her nervously, I know you...
With that said, will the dean doubt her identity?
But she didn't say, if the dean learned about the situation from surveillance or other aspects, would she also doubt her identity because of her deliberate concealment?
Anxiously, she walked to the dean's office. On the way, a cleaner passed by her and bumped her accidentally.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The cleaner hurriedly apologized.
"It's okay, be careful next time." Yan Yan continued to move forward. But she had an extra note in her hand.
Just in front of the bathroom, she turned in and opened the note, which read the four words "tell the truth".
It seems that Cheng Zitong and Wu Rui'an have put a lot of eyeliner in it to help her.
Thinking about this, Yan Yan felt much more relieved.
Sure enough, after the meeting, the dean was fine and inquired about her every bit since she was admitted to the hospital.
And the recording pen on the desk has been working.
Yan Yan followed the instructions on the note, telling the truth, including the neurotic patient.
The dean laughed twice after hearing this: "The patients here are all living in their own world, and they only act according to their own logic. You have to learn to adapt."
Then, the dean asked: "Do you want to be transferred to the second-class ward?"
Yan Yan wondered: "Can I go as long as I want? Isn't it selected based on work performance?"
As we all know, the higher the ward level of the job, the higher the salary.
The dean shook his head: "Who would want to be transferred to a more dangerous place because of excellent performance?"
Here, people living in higher wards are not only because they are rich, but also because the patient’s condition is very dangerous and it is very likely to harm other people.
Yan Yan swallowed, "I'm not afraid of danger, I want to go to the first-class ward. I need money."
Wu Ruian gave her a forged background. There was a father who was hospitalized all year round. The annual medical expenses were a huge expense.
These deans all understand.
"Yes, you can report to the first-class ward tomorrow." The dean said calmly.
Yan Yan trembled slightly with excitement, and bowed several times to the yard at once.
The dean smiled slightly, "Go, filial daughter."
His smile concealed the deep meaning of his eyes.
That night, Yan Yan was notified to change the dormitory.
When she was taken to the new dormitory by the head nurse, she couldn't help but hesitate. In front of her, it was a single dormitory.
But the door is not sealed, but an iron fence.
You can clearly see the situation inside from the outside.
"How can this be? I'm here to work, not in jail." Yan Yan shook her head.
"Nurses dormitories working in first-class wards are like this," the head nurse said.
Yan Yan looked aside, and sure enough, a row of corridors used to be such single dormitories.
"Patients in the first-class ward are seriously ill, and the mood of some nurses will also be affected," the head nurse said: "A nurse committed suicide because of a moment of emotional excitement. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. From then on, the dormitory door here has become like this."
Such a tragedy made the head nurse expressionless. It seemed that she was numb.
Yan Yan stopped arguing about what it was like that had nothing to do with her. She just had to be patient before she found Yu Sirui.
It's just that in such a dormitory, she really doesn't sleep well.
Early the next morning, she got up and went to the cafeteria for dinner.
She was holding a dinner plate and wanted to get an egg. Unexpectedly, the aunt in the cafeteria made her own way and gave her a bun.
She was about to speak, but she recognized that this aunt was the one who went to the ward yesterday to give out "pearls".
She kept an eye on her, and sat silently at the table to eat steamed buns.
Sure enough, there was a word under the bun, which turned out to be "People are not in the first-class ward".
This "person" obviously refers to Yu Sirui.
Yan Yan was taken aback, and suddenly realized that the person who left her words yesterday and today was not Wu Rui'an, nor Cheng Zitong's eyeliner.
Because if they knew that Yu Sirui was not in the first-class ward, they would not try their best to let her in.
There is another person inside, staring at her at all times, and has penetrated her intentions.
Who is this guy!
Is what he said true or false?
Yan Yan ate the steamed buns, and at the same time made a decision, no matter how and how to find this information.
In the first-class ward, the workflow is different from that of the third-class ward.
All actions here are directed by the head nurse, and you will never be sent to serve patients alone, at least in groups of three.
"Mi Rui, you should familiarize yourself with the patient information first," the head nurse sent her an information file. "You must remember all the patient information here, because which patients are selected at random."
Yan Yan nodded, she couldn't ask for it.
For a whole day, she read the data of all the patients.
She found that there was no Yu Sirui inside.