After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

"Wow, Dr. Cyril, you are awesome. The data you counted is completely correct!"

Yang Guang stood up from his swivel chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke words of praise in a flattering tone. But Cyril just loved it.

"It's my pleasure."

Cyril glanced at the list, stood upright aside, and looked at Yang Guang in front of him with a smile in his eyes like a gentleman.

It seems that sweetheart is not just a sweet bun wrapped in honey...

However, the sweet little bread still tastes delicious even after playing a prank, and people can't help but like it.

Yang Guang tilted his head and looked at Cyril who was smiling at him. He knew that Cyril had known that he was playing a prank, but he just couldn't stop.

He still enjoys the happiness of being spoiled.

Yang Guang thought that after he had done his job, he would definitely have to take the initiative to give some benefits.

So he also imitated Cyril and curved his eyebrows: "Doctor Cyril, don't you have work today? I want to invite Doctor Cyril to dinner."

Cyril also tilted his head like Yang Guang: "Okay, it's time. You must be hungry after working for so long. Let's go eat."

Both of them are like sesame dumplings, looking tall and handsome, but actually, one is darker than the other when you poke your nose into it.

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It’s called a treat, but in fact it’s just swiping your card one more time in the cafeteria.

The hospital should have external funding or subsidies. The employees working in the hospital have a higher standard of meals and the meal costs are also low.

Yang Guang felt that the food here was much better than what he had experienced in high school and college, and was also much cheaper.

“Drip---Drip---”

Two card swiping sounds were heard. Cyril didn't say anything polite to Yang Guang. He just followed Yang Guang with a plate in his hand, watching him looking at the sumptuous evening meal with sparkling eyes.

"The evening menu has been updated!"

Yang Guang said with some surprise that there were more wheat-based foods in the afternoon compared to noon.

Pasta, ramen, hand-rolled noodles... sauce-flavored pancakes, egg-filled pancakes, meat-filled steamed buns...

Cyril introduced behind Yang Guang: "The Thorn Psychiatric Hospital treats its employees very well. They will not treat everyone unfairly in this regard. The meals here are updated with the changes of seasons. There will be differences in the meals at noon and in the afternoon every day."

As he spoke, Cyril picked up a little of the spring roll that Yang Guang hesitated for a long time and finally did not choose and put it on his plate.

Yang Guang hesitated for a long time between fried dumplings and spring rolls, because he found that he had already filled several plates, with several kinds of staple food, and he would not be able to finish any more.

With the idea of ​​not wasting anything, Yang Guang finally picked up a crispy fried dumpling for himself and called it a day.

"Let's go."

Yang Guang turned around and greeted Cyril, and then he was not surprised to find that the food on the other's plate was all his favorite.

Cyril took the milk tea handed to him by an employee in security uniform, then took the food tray and sat with Yang Guang in a small corner with good light.

"Please drink."

Cyril pushed over a cup of milk tea.

Yang Guang raised his eyebrows, did not refuse, but took it directly.

"Thank you, Doctor Cyril."

Yang Guang glanced at the price list on the milk tea bag, shook the milk tea, then forked it and took a sip.

I can only say that the milk tea is worthy of its price, which is almost as much as the cost of several meals in the cafeteria. It is really delicious, not too sweet, and the taste is just right.

Seeing that Yang Guang seemed to like the drink very much, Cyril brought out the plate of fried food and cut the steak.

It was a very satisfying meal. As expected, Yang Guang got to eat the dishes he wanted but were not served.

Except when I was halfway through my meal and received a message from player 11.

Yang Guang was munching on the popcorn chicken and crispy spring rolls that Cyril had shared with him.

11 suddenly jumped out and said, "Host, the players will log into the dungeon tomorrow morning. Please remember to be ready!"

Yang Guang:?

How come players logged into this copy so early?

11 explained: "Because the subject matter of this dungeon is quite special, players need to come in early to familiarize themselves with the contents of the dungeon, and their survival period in this dungeon may be longer than previous dungeons, so the main system arranges for them to log in earlier, but the host also remembers to prepare to welcome them in advance~~~"

Yang Guang curled his lips indifferently, thinking that there was nothing to welcome. He was a newcomer and had to welcome the next batch of employees before he could even sit down.

"What are they doing this time? Are they nurses?"

Otherwise, why would I need to give myself a special vaccination? It must be because someone is in the same department as me.

11Meimei said: "No, they are patients~~~"

Yang Guang:?

What is his identity? A patient?

Come to a mental hospital as a patient?

Wow, a moment of silence for them...

Yang Guang took two bites of popcorn chicken and said nothing more.

Yang Guang said that the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital is small because in his understanding, large hospitals are those large public hospitals where each department has its own building, and then they are gathered together to form an area exclusive to the hospital.

Although the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital also separates the inpatient building, emergency building, etc. into one area, it is definitely not as big as the large public hospitals.

That’s why Yang Guang said that Thorn Psychiatric Hospital is “small”.

If we evaluate it objectively, the scale of the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital is actually quite remarkable.

There is even a green grove in the hospital.

In order to prevent patients from escaping, the hospital also set up iron nets around the hospital.

Yang Guang didn't know whether there was electricity or not, but it was definitely able to prevent people from climbing over it at will.

However, players are not ordinary people. To them, the iron net is nothing. They can probably climb over it by simply using their companion skills and the items in the system mall.

But the copy can't let them go so easily...

So, if the player’s mission is really related to escaping from the mental hospital, I will stand on the opposite side of them.

Then I'd better be a small cannon fodder. I'm not good at dealing with players.

Thinking of this, Yang Guang stole a glance at Cyril, then looked away.

Cyril smiled with narrowed eyes. He never took his eyes off Yang Guang during the meal. Although he kept looking at Yang Guang, his eyes did not have any unpleasant meaning, so it did not make people feel repulsive.

Of course, Yang Guang would not reject his man staring at him...

Yang Guang looked up at Cyril again, but this time he didn't just glance at him.

"Doctor Cyril..."

"Ok?"

"What if I'm attacked by a patient? Can I ask you for help?"

Yang Guang felt that he was being a little gossipy. He knew without a doubt that Cyril would be 100% happy to help him, but he still couldn't help being a little bit mean.

Cyril's eyes revealed doubts: "Of course, I welcome you at any time... But our hospital's security system is relatively complete. We will try our best to protect every employee, whether they are patients or their families. We will not let them harm our doctors and nurses at will."

Cyril took a sip of the same milk tea as Yang Guang and said softly, "After all, this isn't a place where they can run wild, right?"

Yang Guang propped up his chin and admired Cyril's gentle and soft words of a domineering boss with satisfaction.

He agreed with what Cyril said.

To ban medical disturbances, start with the players.