Chapter 3855 Mysterious Note

Yan Yan still entered this high-security nursing home.

In addition to Wu Ruian, she also asked Cheng Zitong through Fu Yuan'er to find some ways to let her enter the nursing home among the newly recruited nurses.

"After meeting Yu Sirui, ask her a question. No matter how she answers, you must leave immediately through the passage arranged in advance." Before coming in, Cheng Zitong warned her seriously.

Because Yu Sirui has a high probability of exposing her identity.

Seeing her figure entering the nursing home with a group of nurses, Fu Yuan'er, who was sitting in the car, was very worried.

"I think we made a mistake by helping her this time." Fu Yuan'er said.

"But you have to help her." Cheng Zitong comforted his wife, "You can't refuse her pleading eyes."

Fu Yuan'er nodded sadly, "I still don't want to believe that so many terrible things happened to Yan Yan... Her fate changed almost overnight."

But Yan Yan in the past was clearly someone who would not force herself.

She always thought that Yan Yan would be the happiest among them.

"She is not the only one whose destiny has been changed." Cheng Zitong lowered his eyes.

Fu Yuan'er knew that he thought of Cheng Yiming again.

Since this incident, Cheng Yiming has also disappeared.

He allowed his company to go bankrupt and had no further contact with his parents. News about him came from time to time, but it was never confirmed.

The only thing that is certain is that Cheng Yiming is not living well, almost in a state of self-exile.

After all, they were related by blood, and Cheng Zitong cared about Cheng Yiming deep in his heart.

Who caused all this?

Is it just Yu Sirui?

The new nurses gathered in the office of the director of the nursing home. The director was a lean and serious old man without a hair on his forehead.

His shrewd eyes turned from every nurse's face, and the cold light in his eyes made people's scalps shiver.

And these nurses have been screened at all levels and can still withstand such severity.

"I only have one word to warn you," the dean said. "Once I find out there is something wrong with you, I will make her life worse than death!"

The cold voice spoke like a messenger from hell.

Even though they have strong psychological endurance, some nurses still secretly regret whether it is worth it to get a salary that is three times higher than that in ordinary hospitals.

Yan Yan has always been expressionless. She should be afraid. Although she has a weak personality, she is not without fear.

It's just that after she experienced such grief, she was numb to it.

The only thing she needs to do now is to find Yu Sirui's ward.

After a few days of getting familiar with each other, she discovered that the wards in the sanatorium were divided into different levels. There were three levels in total. The first level was the best ward. In the deepest part of the sanatorium, there were independent wards in small buildings.

The second class is a single ward in a building.

As for the third class, each person has a room in a three-bedroom apartment.

The new nurse is only assigned to deliver medicines, injections, and blood pressure measurements in the third-class ward. They won't tell you which way the door of the first-class ward opens.

Although Yan Yan was anxious, she could only endure it slowly and wait until she became familiar with the environment before slowly exploring the situation.

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 tied with a blood vessel, the patient suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "I know you!" The patient's eyes stared directly at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan was startled, and the needle almost penetrated into the muscle.

She came here with a different name.

Not only is she bare-faced but also wearing a mask, and her face has also been "modified" to a certain extent. The patient in front of her would not recognize her as the actress Yan Yan on the screen.

Thinking of this, she calmed down, ignored the patient, and just injected the medicine.

The patient suddenly smiled: "I know all the beauties."

Yan Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and learned her lesson at the same time. The patients here were all mentally ill. How could she be fooled by them?

After the injection, she packed her things and was about to leave, but the patient stopped her again.

She turned her head in confusion and saw the patient pointing at her, tilting his head and saying, "I really know you, you..."

"Pearls, who wants pearls?" At this time, an aunt in the cafeteria pushed a small dining cart over, shouting 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 some small steamed buns.

Yan Yan glanced at it blankly, then turned and left.

Although they wear masks when facing patients, the nurse's dormitory is a six-person dormitory. Over time, no one can guarantee that the flaws will not be discovered.

We must hurry up, Yan Yan said to herself.

"Mi Rui." She returned to the nurse's station, and the head nurse suddenly stopped her.

She came in pretending to be "Mi Rui".

"Head nurse." She turned and stopped.

"The dean asked you to go and give you ten minutes to prepare." After saying that, the head nurse left expressionlessly.

Yan Yan's heart skipped a beat. She was fine. What did the dean suddenly ask her to do?

"Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry." The kind-hearted round-faced colleague whispered to her.

"Asking for what?" she asked.

"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. He will judge some issues that ordinary people ignore from the details of everyone's life."

Yan Yan was stunned, "Has the director ever been a police officer?"

The round-faced colleague shrugged helplessly: "The director of a mental hospital is certainly different."

Yan Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous. If the dean asked her about her relationship with the patient, should she tell the dean truthfully that a patient nervously said to her, "I know you..."

If you say this, will the dean doubt her identity?

But she didn't say, if the dean learned about this situation from surveillance or other means, would he also doubt her identity because of her deliberate concealment?

She walked nervously to the dean's office. On the way, a cleaner passed by her and accidentally bumped her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The cleaner apologized hurriedly.

"It's okay, be careful next time." Yan Yan continued to walk forward. But there was an extra note in her hand.

There happened to be a bathroom in front of her, so she turned in and opened the note. There were four words written inside, "Tell the truth."

It seems that Cheng Zitong and Wu Ruian also set up a lot of spies here in order to help her.

Thinking this way, Yan Yan felt much more at ease.

Sure enough, after the meeting, the dean asked her about every detail of her work since she was admitted to the hospital.

And the recorder on the table is always working.

Yan Yan followed the instructions on the note and told the truth, including the nervous patient.

The dean laughed dryly after hearing this: "The patients here all live in their own world and only act according to their own behavioral logic. You have to learn to adapt."

Then, the dean asked: "Do you want to be transferred to the second-class ward?"

Yan Yan was confused: "Can I go as long as I want? Isn't it based on work performance?"

It is a known fact that the higher the ward grade 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 their outstanding performance?"

Here, people who live in high-end wards are not only because they have money, but also because the patient's condition is very dangerous and 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 fake background. She had a father who was hospitalized all year round, and the annual medical expenses were a huge expense.

These deans all know it.

"Okay, you can report to the first-class ward tomorrow." The dean said calmly.

Yan Yan was so excited that she trembled slightly and bowed to the courtyard several times at once.

The dean smiled slightly and said, "Go, my filial daughter."

His smile concealed the deep meaning in his eyes.

That night, Yan Yan was notified to change dormitories.

When she was taken to the new dormitory by the head nurse, she couldn't help but hesitate. In front of her was a single dormitory.

But the door is not sealed, but an iron fence.

You can clearly see what's going on inside from the outside.

"How can this be done? I'm here to work, not to go to jail." Yan Yan shook her head.

"This is the case for all nurses working in the first-class ward," the head nurse said.

Yan Yan looked to the side, and sure enough, a row of corridors used to be filled with single dormitories like this.

"The patients in the first-class ward are in serious condition, and some nurses' emotions will also be affected," the head nurse said. "A nurse committed suicide due to emotional excitement. Fortunately, she was discovered in time. From then on, the dormitory door here has become like this."

It was such a tragedy that the head nurse had no expression on her face when she said it. It seemed that she was numb.

Yan Yan stopped arguing. It had nothing to do with her what it was like here. She just had to be patient until she found Yu Sirui.

It's just that in such a dormitory, she really didn't sleep well.

Early the next morning, she got up and went to the cafeteria to eat.

She took the dinner plate and wanted to get an egg, but the aunt in the cafeteria took it upon herself to give her a steamed bun.

She was about to speak when she recognized this aunt as the one who went to the ward to distribute "pearls" yesterday.

She kept an eye on it and silently sat at the dining table to eat steamed buns.

Sure enough, there was writing on the bottom of the bun, and it turned out to be "No one is in the first-class ward."

This "person" obviously refers to Yu Sirui.

Yan Yan was stunned, and suddenly realized that the person who left messages for her yesterday and today was not Wu Ruian, nor Cheng Zitong's informant.

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 was someone inside who was watching her all the time and had already figured out her intentions.

Who is this guy!

Is what he said true or false?

Yan Yan gulped down the buns and made a decision at the same time, no matter how hard she looked for this information, she would look for it.

In the first-class ward, the work flow is different from that in the third-class ward.

All actions here are under the command of the head nurse. You will never be sent to serve patients alone, at least in groups of three.

"Mi Rui, you first need to familiarize yourself with the patient information." The head nurse sent her an information document. "You must clearly remember the information of all the patients here, because each patient to be served is randomly selected."

Yan Yan nodded, she was getting what she wanted.

Throughout the day, she read all the patient information.

She discovered that there was indeed no Yu Sirui inside.