Director Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, giving her a meaningful look. Yan Qing felt a sense of foreboding; it seemed that Director Xu was specifically targeting her.

Director Xu came to the door again, and this time he really left. As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the room instantly became lively.

Mu Yang patted her on the shoulder, "Thank goodness, I thought you were going to be punished by Director Xu. There was too much time in front of me, I really didn't have time to explain clearly."

Yan Qing wore a grateful smile, but inwardly she was quite unconvinced. If Mu Yang really wanted to warn her, he would have said so yesterday; why wait until now?

Since she's new here, she can't tell whether these people are human or strange, so it's best to keep a low profile.

However, some things are better left unasked, so she looked at Mu Yang and asked, "Director Xu just instructed me to be in charge of beds one through twenty. What does that mean?"

"Oh, you mean that!" Mu Yang seemed to have just remembered it, so he patiently explained it to her.

"Our job as doctors is to prescribe medicine and treat patients. But since most people in sanatoriums are here to recuperate, they need to take supplements on time every day. They take the supplements twice a day, and each time they can only get the medicine after the doctor has prescribed it."

"Director Xu put you in charge of beds one through twenty, which means you're responsible for administering their tonic twice a day."

So that's how it is. Yan Qing finally understood. It turned out that her so-called doctor was nothing more than someone who prescribed medicine.

Article 3 of the "Doctor's Rules" states that you must strictly adhere to the prescribed time for delivering medication to patients and personally supervise them as they drink it. If a patient refuses to drink it, please call the hospital security guards.

Mu Yang's words perfectly matched this content, proving that he was telling the truth. It seems this will be my job from now on.

"What about Yue Qi?" She wasn't sure if the other person had the same task as her.

Mu Yang glanced at Yue Qi, who was fast asleep on her back, and for some reason, seemed a little scared. However, he quickly regained his composure and said casually,

"Director Xu hasn't assigned him any tasks yet, but in the future—" He stopped mid-sentence, making a gesture with his hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Yan Qing understood immediately and handed Mu Yang a hundred spirit coins. Mu Yang then smiled, and when he saw Yan Qing, a genuine smile appeared on his face as well.

"As far as I know, Director Xu seems to be a little wary of your colleague, so he doesn't plan to assign him any work for the time being. However, you'd better bring him to work every day—skipping work is never a good thing."

In the short time they were talking, almost everyone in the room had left. Mu Yang reminded her, "We need to get back to work quickly; the patients' medications haven't been prescribed yet. Oh, by the way, I'm in charge of beds 21 through 40; we'll be sitting next to each other."

"What a coincidence!" No way, Yan Qing didn't believe anyone would be so kind. This Mu Yang was probably sent to monitor her.

It seems I need to be more careful at work.

She actually had another question in her mind: the first rule of the "Doctor's Rules" states that your working hours are based on an 8-hour three-shift system, and you will be protected during your working hours.

This statement clearly indicates that there will be some dangers encountered at work, which is why the phrase "being protected" is used.

Filled with questions, she began to head to her workplace with her family.

The ophthalmology ward has beds 1 through 20, located directly opposite the elevator, comprising eight rooms: rooms 801 through 808. Her office, however, is room 816, diagonally opposite the nurses' station, separated from the bed area by a long corridor.

Upon entering room 816, they found only a computer, a very old-fashioned one, with a screen that kept flickering.

She pressed the Enter key, and a message popped up on the screen: "Please enter the password."

Yan Qing was dumbfounded; how could she possibly know what the password was? Just then, a set of pictures on the table caught her attention.

It was a hand-drawn picture of a little person. There was a black circle on the left with the word "he" written inside, and a circle on the right with the word "ying" written outside.

Apart from that, there was nothing else in the room, not even in the drawers. Yan Qing looked at the little drawing and couldn't help but laugh.

She wondered who designed it; they were incredibly talented. After a moment's thought, she typed a line of letters on her computer keyboard—liyingwaihe.

She pressed Enter, and sure enough, the computer turned on. A system had automatically logged into the desktop, and the Chinese characters on it were all garbled symbols that made her smile wryly—the common language of the apocalypse.

Fortunately, Yan Qing had been studying diligently during this time, so she was able to barely understand the contents. It turned out that this was someone's work diary.

"Work Diary":

Nutritional supplements need to be given to patients at 9:00 AM and 4:00 PM every day, and nurses must ensure that patients drink them.

Generally, the longer a patient stays in the hospital, the less likely they are to take medication. In this case, it is necessary to notify the security team.

The security team members wear white one-piece protective suits. If you happen to see someone wearing a black protective suit, please ignore them. Take precautions, or you'll regret it.

Finally, and most importantly, remember this: you cannot be punished, you cannot be demoted!! You cannot be demoted!! You cannot be demoted!!

The diary entries were short and unsigned, so Yan Qing didn't know who wrote them.

However, the final "cannot be downgraded" was repeated three times, which shows that it must be very important.

Although Yan Qing didn't know what demotion meant, she knew that in the context of the Rules of the Strange Tales dungeon, such a term certainly didn't represent anything good.

Therefore, this is where she will focus her attention next.

She glanced at her watch and realized it was already 8:30. She needed to quickly figure out how to prescribe medication for the patient.

There was no other software on the computer, so it seemed that prescribing medication wasn't done by computer. Just as she was worrying about this, she heard footsteps approaching from the doorway.

When I went outside, I saw that it was the same colleagues I had seen that morning. They were in a group and seemed to be heading somewhere.

No one glanced at her as they passed by, as if she didn't exist. However, Yan Qing spotted Mu Yang and quietly followed him.

As the group arrived on the first floor, she noticed that there were many staff members wearing white protective suits at the entrance of the lobby; they were the hospital's guards.

They carried a black box in pairs. All the doctors walked up to them and spontaneously formed several lines.

Yan Qing stood at the end of the ophthalmology line, quietly watching the guards take out one vial of white medicine after another from the box and hand them to the waiting doctors.

She suddenly realized that the medication prescription no one had told her about before actually required a doctor to pick it up in person. It seemed this "prescription" was not the same as the other kind!