Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Gu Shijiu rested her chin on her hand, thinking about the script that had disappeared.

According to the plot, I should stay in this mental hospital for twenty years.

Good actors should respect the script and not arbitrarily change it.

The first time, she had no plot and could only wander around aimlessly; the second time, she followed Shi Qi without using her brain.

This time, she's going to put her intelligence to good use!

Having thought things through, Gu Shijiu returned to the scene and happened to run into the young man who was leading the firefighting team.

"You, you, you—" The young man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

"Director Jiang!" Doctors and nurses nearby quickly lifted the person onto a stretcher.

This stretcher was originally intended for people trapped in a fire, but now it seems this trapped patient doesn't really need it...

The other one wasn't in a hurry; it was already burning thoroughly.

The medical staff present did not immediately recognize that the person whose body was charred black was the hospital director.

Including this person whose body is half charred black, who are they?

Wait, how come this person is still alive and kicking despite being so badly injured?

"So young and already a director!" Gu Shijiu exclaimed in admiration. "Truly a young talent."

She spoke the polite phrases she had learned.

On-site medical staff: It doesn't feel like what they said was anything nice.

Everyone knows that Director Jiang only got his position because of his uncle's promotion.

No, is this the time to talk about this?

Well, that's why they call him mentally ill, people thought about it again and expressed their understanding.

"Han Meng! You're Han Meng, right?" Someone actually recognized her by her appearance.

Gu Shijiu was even more impressed; everyone here had such keen insight.

She looked at the person who spoke, who was wearing a name tag that read "Attending Hospital: Lin Wenzhi".

However, Gu Shijiu didn't see anything. She didn't know how to address this person, so she could only nod to indicate that she was Han Meng.

Dr. Lin frowned: "What are you doing here? Who was that dead person inside?"

Gu Shijiu knew this: "The one who fainted is called the Dean."

"What?! He's the dean?!" A chorus of exclamations erupted from the audience.

"Why is he in this abandoned building?" Dr. Lin asked Gu Shijiu, frowning.

"He wanted to kill me," Gu Shijiu confessed honestly.

"Why did he want to kill you?"

This... Gu Shijiu couldn't say it.

She overheard Director Jiang and the dean chatting, but she didn't pay any attention and had long forgotten about it.

After Director Jiang woke up, he gave a completely different account.

It was said that Han Meng was playing around and ran into the woods. The dean chased after her and tried to find her.

Unexpectedly, she became so violent that she set the building on fire, burning the dean to death, and then fled the scene.

Compared to mental patients, Director Jiang's words are certainly more credible.

Unfortunately, mentally ill people here do not have to bear responsibility for committing crimes, and Director Jiang was unwilling to call the police.

The hospital actually planned to just let the matter drop.

Even though some medical staff felt something was wrong, they chose to remain silent, just like in the drama, under the temptation of money and the threat from Director Jiang.

Gu Shijiu made a huge mistake. The hospital treated her injuries haphazardly and then put her in the intensive care unit, where she lived with a group of people with bipolar disorder and severe violent tendencies.

The room was very noisy; some people were talking nonsense, some were fighting, and some were self-harming.

Sometimes Gu Shijiu would be affected, so she would push people away.

After a few times, no one managed to get anything out of her, so they all quietly distanced themselves from her.

Music started playing promptly at eight o'clock, and the door to the ward opened.

The dozen or so people in hospital gowns who were originally in the ward immediately got out of bed and lined up neatly.

Everyone stood motionless, their expressions unchanged, blank and lifeless...

Among them were men and women, young and old, yet they stood in the ward like soldiers at attention.

Gu Shijiu was amazed; this was incredible.

Is there some hidden meaning in the music? She looked up at the loudspeaker on the ceiling.

A nurse came in with a stern face, holding a stun gun: "It's time to take your medication. Take it and rest now."

The patient was a little scared when he saw the stun gun, so he obediently stretched out his hand and waited for the nurse to give him the medication.

Although Gu Shijiu planned to stay in the mental hospital, she knew she couldn't just take the medication casually: "Do I really have to take this medication?"

"Of course, you'll only get better after taking the medicine." The nurse smiled, but held the stun gun in her hand, inwardly cursing the doctor for being disgusted.

Several hours later, tissue fluid seeped from Gu Shijiu's burns, and the gauze turned yellow.

"I'm not mentally ill." Gu Shijiu unintentionally uttered a line often used by mentally ill people.

This can't be blamed on her. In the script she received, all of Han Meng's storylines were told in reverse chronological order, during her conversation with the male lead, Murong Xuan, twenty years later.

It's detailed enough, but it's impossible to go into every single line of dialogue.

Gu Shijiu could only rely on his own efforts.

He seemed to be doing quite well, but the nurse suddenly changed her expression: "The patients all say they're not sick, so if they don't eat, I won't be polite."

He then turned on the stun gun.

A blue current flashed, and Gu Shijiu involuntarily grabbed the handle and pressed the tip of the discharge device onto the nurse.

A familiar burnt smell wafted up, and the nurse collapsed to the ground, still smoking from her arm.

"Such a strong electric current! I didn't mean to..." Gu Shijiu was a little scared. What if she was judged to have violated the rules and ejected?

After waiting for a while, everything calmed down and nothing happened.

Gu Shijiu breathed a sigh of relief and saw that the patients around her were all craning their necks, just like she had been.

She was just waiting for the AI ​​to determine what these people were doing.

Gu Shijiu, not understanding, asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for it to rain," the patient in the next bed said mysteriously as he leaned closer.

"Why?" Gu Shijiu didn't have any particular feelings about the rain.

"I can only grow when it rains," the patient said, swaying his body. "I'm like a mushroom inside a wall now, about to break through it."

"Oh—" Gu Shijiu suddenly realized.

A young girl darted up to the mushroom: "You'd better watch out, I'm a little panda picking mushrooms."

"I see." Gu Shijiu made room for the little panda.

She didn't care about the mushrooms, but the red panda was quite cute.

"I'm an octopus!" "I'm an octopus!" "We're related!"...

Gu Shijiu's ears were filled with a jumble of self-introductions.

Somehow, the octopus and the giant octopus started fighting, and the mushroom reached out to duel the little panda.

Fortunately, all the furniture in the house was locked, and there were no personal belongings. All the creatures had to fight hand-to-hand.

A lone, unidentified creature pulled off a bed sheet, crumpled it into a rope, and seemed to be trying to hang itself.

"And what are you?" she asked a patient who was staring at the door lock and hadn't said a word.

"How can you be so rude, woman? Of course I'm a human being." This was a burly man.

"Huh?" Gu Shijiu didn't react.

How novel! He says he's a person... Oh, he really is a person.