Soul Patch

Chapter 242 Something happened!
After Wenjie revealed his identity, he easily gained the trust of the patch carrier.

As he watched the burly man run towards the east building, he seemed to see a vivid image of Jia Nan being knocked to the ground by this strong man.

It seems that this network system task is quite user-friendly.

This is perhaps one of the slightly comforting things about not being able to use the mission exemption.

Thinking of the items lying in his inventory, he suddenly realized that there were other treasures besides the items!

It's not safe to stand here; we need to find somewhere to hide.

He looked around and his gaze fell on the garden by the roadside.

The garden is quite large, and various plants stand quietly in the night, with the leaves rustling in the breeze.

Wenjie tiptoed into the garden, found a big tree, and squatted down with his back against the trunk.

After looking around and confirming that it was safe, he quickly activated the system and entered his personal homepage.

In the last murder mission involving Li Shiman, in addition to obtaining an item, I also got the chance to exchange for a hidden identity and a scene.

Hidden identity!

Wenjie's gaze was fixed on the four words "Hidden Identity" that were faintly glowing with a blue light.

With a thought, a dialog box popped up in the center of the user's homepage:

[Hidden Identity Explanation: Each redemption consumes one redemption opportunity]

[Usage Time Limit: You can choose the end time yourself; the default is the entire system task.]

[How to use: Select the role from the NPCs provided in the task]

[Confirm redemption of "hidden identity"?]

【Yes】

Please select the identity you wish to redeem:

[Zhang Shanshan, Li Sisi, Wang Wuwu, etc., from the logistics team of the mental hospital]

[Song Fei, Bai Yidao, and Chuo Dawei from the mental hospital medical team...]

[Meng Xianggui, Zou Lijun, Tan Tiancheng, Mental Hospital Management Team...]

[Tang Shasha, a patient in Ward 1 of the Mental Hospital; Lin Zixiang, a patient in Ward 1 of the Mental Hospital; Sun Xing, a patient in Ward 1 of the Mental Hospital...]

……

Looking at the screen full of available identities, Wenjie felt dizzy.

He didn't have the authority to access the system's big data, nor could he know in advance when, where, and what the mission would take place. So, the densely packed names on the system were just code names to him.

He had absolutely no idea who this code name represented.

Since that's the case, we can only try to interpret it using common sense:

The logistics team is miserable, so I can't choose that team.
The medical team must step up in critical moments; their job is to treat and save lives. They can't take on a job they're not qualified for... We can't choose them.
The patients need daily treatment, injections, and medication; they can't afford to damage their brains...emmm, they definitely shouldn't choose that!
I'd rather stay in the management team; it's easy and you don't have to do any specific tasks.
With a thought, all the names in front of him disappeared, leaving only the management team.

Hmm... let's go with the first one then.
When introducing leaders, shouldn't you always introduce the highest-ranking officials first?
Meng Xianggui!
The other names in front of him gradually faded, while the name "Meng Xianggui" slowly grew larger, surrounded by a rectangular halo.

A golden light circled the rectangular halo three times, and the three characters "Meng Xianggui" flashed briefly in the air.

Soon, the system interface in front of Wenjie changed.

A man in his fifties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, appeared. He was dressed in a white lab coat, with a finely crafted name tag pinned to the right breast of the coat.

Hospital: Wuzhou Mental Hospital

Position: Dean of Business Affairs

Title: Chief Physician

He managed to get the position of dean even with his eyes closed.

He's also a business dean!
system message:

[Enable Hidden Identity]

Wenjie felt a wave of dizziness. His body was changing rapidly in a strange way that he couldn't understand: he saw the tree trunk in front of him seem to have grown taller, but he realized that it wasn't the tree trunk that had grown taller, but that he had become shorter.

After a few minutes, the trunk of the big tree in front of us finally stopped growing upwards.

He secretly rejoiced, thankfully, Dean Meng wasn't too short.

He raised his arm and measured his height against the tree trunk. Now he seemed to have shrunk to about a head shorter than before.

As he raised his hand, he noticed that the skin on his arms and palms had become loose, and there was a patch of skin on his wrist that was darker than the surrounding skin.

These...are these age spots?
He hurriedly touched his face, only to be startled:

He wore thick glasses on his nose, and his face was deeply lined with frown lines, forehead wrinkles, and nasolabial folds...

Oh dear! Layers of wrinkles, sagging eye sockets, loose skin!

It seems I've completely become like Dean Meng.

He knew he could withdraw from his hidden identity at any time, but touching his face and seeing how old he looked still made him feel quite comfortable.

Looking down at his white lab coat, the name tag on it, his black leather shoes... the details were impeccable.

He glanced at the briefcase in his hand; it was bulging and he couldn't tell what documents were inside.

He slightly unzipped his briefcase, took out a stack of documents, found his phone, and glanced at them using its light:
Pathological Analysis of Frenzied Neuropathy

Uh……

Wenjie stroked his chin, his feelings complicated.

I didn't choose the medical team because I was afraid that some lunatic might suddenly go crazy and I'd be dragged up there and wouldn't know anything... Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Now it's all right, Dean of Business!
Not only must you be able to treat illnesses, but you must also be able to manage a group of doctors who can treat illnesses!

This is truly inhuman work...

Bah! What kind of talk is that?

He meant that it was really not a job he could do.

He exhaled a few breaths of stale air and walked out from under the big tree in the garden.

Standing still, he hesitated, wondering whether he should reveal his hidden identity now.

Dean Meng's background is too powerful; he is weak and his abilities are limited. I'm afraid he really can't handle it.

But he had finally gotten the chance to redeem a hidden identity, and it would be such a waste to quit after only a few minutes of using it.

Yes, that's really too extravagant!

Within the system, items and system rewards can be lifesavers in crucial moments.

It's such a shame to let him waste it like this.

Just as I was struggling with this decision, I looked up and saw a familiar, handsome figure:

Jia Nan!

Wasn't Jia Nan sleeping? How did she catch up so quickly?
That's right. Andy was shouting so loudly at the door just now, even a deaf person could hear it. Besides, Jia Nan isn't deaf.

Wenjie felt guilty towards Jia Nan, so he never considered killing her.

That time in Jia Nan's bedroom, he had no choice but to knock Jia Nan unconscious in order to prevent her from discovering the system's secret.

So Wenjie's first reaction upon seeing Jia Nan was to run away. Just as he was about to turn around, he sensed a body in its fifties, moving slowly and stiffly as it turned.

Damn it, why would I run? I'm Dean Meng now.

He instantly perked up and, feigning anger, snapped at Jia Nan, "Why are you running around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Go back to sleep!"

Huh... my own voice? It's deep and magnetic, and most importantly, it has a kind of doctor's authority about it.

Even I was shocked when I heard that, and it seemed that I had no other choice but to obediently go back to sleep.

Jia Nan glanced at him indifferently, her eyes cold and tinged with anger. He was looking around, seemingly searching for someone.

Wenjie thought to himself: They're probably looking for me!

What did that sentence say?

I'm standing right in front of you. Do you think I look a bit like I used to...?

Finally, Jia Nan seemed disappointed and sighed, then looked away, quickly suppressing the anger in her eyes. She nodded to Wen Jie and said, "Good evening, Dean Meng. You should get some rest too!"

After saying that, he turned and headed towards the east building.

His tall, slender figure moved about in the oversized hospital gown, exuding a sense of elegance and freedom.

But that back view exuded an aura of loneliness and indifference, making people afraid to approach.

As Wenjie watched Jia Nan's figure disappear at the building entrance, his heart grew heavy, and all the smugness he felt when he used Dean Meng's status to get rid of Jia Nan was gone.

He had planned to leave the mental hospital under cover of darkness and find a safe place to hide, so that Jia Nan wouldn't be able to find him and thus wouldn't be able to harm him.

But... can running away solve the problem?

He heard a faint voice talking and looked up to see two men, one tall and one short, peeking out from around the corner of the building.

Huh?
Where did this person come from?

Could it also be a patch carrier?

The two men, one tall and one short, were seen discussing something with their heads down. The taller man was looking around warily as he spoke.

The man's gaze quickly fell on Wenjie, and he frowned as he sized him up for a moment.

Wenjie's conspicuous white coat made him avert his gaze, appearing somewhat nonchalant.

With his current identity, he should be able to move freely within the mental hospital without any hindrance. Even if someone tries to talk to him, if he doesn't understand the other person's network of relationships and doesn't know how to respond, he can simply remain silent.

Who dares to force the dean to do anything?
Besides, it's nighttime now, what could possibly happen?
With that thought in mind, he strode toward the side door of the east building of the mental hospital.

The side door is much more concealed than the main door; it's a single door, not a double door. It can only allow one person to pass at a time, and Jia Nan just used the side door.

He had just entered through the side door and was walking up the stairs when he suddenly heard soothing, soft music—music he recognized…

After a moment's effort to recall, it seemed to be Lin Hai's "Pipa Language".

That ethereal, melodious voice, accompanied by humming, seeps into the heart, instantly calming it down.

It was as if the whole world had fallen silent!
He looked around and realized the sound was coming from his white coat.

It's my phone ringing!
This ringtone is truly speechless.

He took out his phone; it was a Huawei. For someone of Dean Meng's age, his patriotism was quite evident.

Wenjie hesitated for a moment in front of the phone, looking at the two words "Song Fei" flashing on the screen.

Song Fei?

When I was redeeming my identity, I think I saw this name in the medical team.

The phone kept ringing stubbornly. For some reason, the mental hospital was very noisy on the third floor, with lots of banging and clanging noises.

Finally, the music from the pipa stopped, and Song Fei would probably hear a mechanical voice on his phone saying, "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief; he really didn't know what to say when he answered the phone.

But a short while later, two security guards ran in from downstairs.

Upon seeing Wenjie, they all looked delighted: "Dean Meng, you're at the hospital!"

"Quickly, Dean Meng, get to the doctor's office! Something's happened over there!"

Wenjie's body stiffened, and he looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"We also received a call from Dr. Song on duty, saying that someone had died." The security guard running ahead frowned, said this, and hurriedly went upstairs.

Wenjie was stunned and hurriedly asked, "Who died?"

"I don't know! Let's go up and take a look!" another security guard said as he passed Wenjie.

Could it be Jia Nan?
Wenjie's first thought was Jia Nan.

He stood there, the image of the burly man from before flashing through his mind. If that man were to get really angry, he might be able to kill someone by throwing them to their death.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I get. Could it be that Jia Nan... is dead?
Wenjie followed the security guard up to the second floor, turned two corners, and arrived at the doctor's office.

He only realized it was the doctor's office because the security guard told him they had arrived.

The corridor was a chaotic mess, crowded with people in hospital gowns. Some were watching the commotion, some were fighting, a mentally ill person took off their slippers and threw them inside, and another person was even more ruthless, waving their clothes around…

Wenjie was a bit dumbfounded. How come the person waving clothes was a female patient?

She took off her hospital gown, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything on her upper body. She just stood there grinning foolishly, drooling as she waved her clothes around.

Some of the other patients looked at her, but most of them excitedly pushed their way in, seemingly not caring whether she was wearing clothes or not.

Wenjie took off his white coat and wrapped it around the crazy woman who was dancing wildly while taking off her clothes.

He murmured to himself: Was he a pole dancer before?
Or is it a striptease?
When Wenjie squeezed in, he saw a female doctor lying on the ground, barely alive.

Her white coat was stained red with blood; there were bloody holes on her stomach, legs, and arms.

A male doctor is bandaging her.

After bandaging for a while, they started pressing on the chest to perform CPR.

Looking inside through the mottled bloodstains, Wenjie saw a separate room separated from the doctor's office by only one door.

It felt a bit like the difference between the inner and outer rooms. From Wenjie's position, he could see some unfamiliar examination equipment and a hospital bed.

It looks like an examination room.

There should be a female patient lying on the bed in the examination room. From Wenjie's angle, he couldn't see the person's face, but he could see a slender leg and ankle sticking out from the loose hospital gown, with black nail polish on her toenails.

It's as if black eyes have sprouted from her fair skin.

Upon seeing Wenjie, the male doctor exclaimed, "Dean Meng, something's happened! Tang Shasha suddenly fell ill and stabbed her medical assistant, Xiao Dong."

His voice was choked with emotion, revealing anxiety and heartache.

Xiao Dong followed him after graduating from medical school. The boy was diligent and eager to learn, and had good professional skills. Among the interns in the same batch, only two stayed at Wuzhou Mental Hospital in the end, and Xiao Dong was one of them.

At that time, Lao Liu from the medical records team intended to send Xiao Dong to their department. Filing medical records is a very important task. Xiao Dong has beautiful handwriting, is meticulous and patient, and writes medical records in a standardized manner. Lao Liu took a liking to this kid at first sight.

It was only after he tried every means to persuade him to stay that Xiao Dong finally stayed and worked in the doctor's office in the ward.

Thinking of all this, and looking at the lifeless Xiao Dong on the ground, Song Fei pounded his chest in frustration.

(End of this chapter)