Chapter 116 The Doll
Jiang Liyue didn't mind being pinched on the cheek.
When those hands continued to grope her face, sometimes rubbing her earlobe, sometimes touching her hair, she finally impatiently reached out and pushed them away.
With a slap, the hand landed on the back of Jiang Liyue's hand, and she was stunned for a moment.
Then he raised his head and met Shen Zhiyan's cold, smiling eyes.
She felt guilty for only a moment before becoming self-righteous: "Who told you to keep bothering me?"
"Is it my fault?" Shen Zhiyan raised an eyebrow dangerously.
Jiang Liyue nodded: "Yes."
Shen Zhiyan: ...
Unable to do anything with her, he patted her head impatiently and said, "I'm going to work in the operating room. You can play by yourself."
But Jiang Liyue's eyes lit up for a moment when she heard about the operating room: "Can I go and see? Dr. Zhou said you are the most capable and talented person. I want to learn from you."
She first showered him with compliments, then blinked expectantly and pleaded, "Is it okay, Dean?"
Shen Zhiyan almost agreed to her request.
But the thought of the experiments in the operating room quickly stopped him from thinking about it.
No, we can't let her see it beforehand.
If she notices it, she might be so frightened that she hides or even flees the Happiness Sanatorium.
Upon realizing this possibility, his face immediately darkened.
His gaze towards Jiang Liyue gradually turned sinister: "No."
"Why? Dr. Zhou also told me to learn from you. Dean, you're hindering your staff's progress!" Jiang Liyue persisted.
"No means no." Shen Zhiyan refused decisively, then, realizing his tone was harsh, quickly added, "That's a secret of the sanatorium."
As if he had already come up with a reason, he glanced at her sideways, mimicking Jiang Liyue's tone: "Nurse Jiang, you're not trying to find out the sanatorium's secrets, are you?"
Jiang Liyue instinctively felt that he must be hiding something.
She had only casually mentioned wanting to go along, but now she was genuinely curious.
However, seeing Shen Zhiyan's determined look, she didn't insist anymore, but deliberately pouted unwillingly: "What secret? I don't care."
Seeing that she didn't press the matter further, Shen Zhiyan patted her head and said, "You can read any of the books in the office. If you get sleepy, go to the room next door and take a nap."
"What if I have a job?" Jiang Liyue asked.
Shen Zhiyan thought to himself, "What a terrible job. I don't need to do it."
Then I remembered her earlier vow to become an excellent nurse.
Although some of it was proven to be fake, she was indeed quite interested in the surgery.
What if she gets really bored?
After thinking it over, Shen Zhiyan finally compromised and said, "If you want to work, go downstairs; if you don't want to work, come upstairs. Don't use specimens as an excuse."
Jiang Liyue: "So you mean I can come and go as I please on the fifth floor?"
“Of course,” Shen Zhiyan replied solemnly.
Anyway, she'll stay here forever, with him.
"However, you can't go into the operating room," Shen Zhiyan emphasized, then glanced at Jiang Liyue reluctantly before leaving the office.
Once everyone left, Jiang Liyue tossed aside the book she had grabbed and began searching through the office again.
This time she found a lot of old newspapers.
Shen Zhiyan clearly didn't care about these newspapers and just piled them up in the cabinet under the bookshelf.
It was covered in a thick layer of dust, looking like it hadn't been touched in a long time.
Jiang Liyue found information about the Happiness Sanatorium in the newspaper.
That was ten years ago, when the Happiness Sanatorium had just been rebuilt.
The newspaper also detailed the origins of the Happiness Sanatorium, which was originally a hospital built a century ago but was destroyed during the war.
It was the same as what was written in the brochure in the room, only the newspaper article was more detailed.
This illustrates that during the war, the hospital housed a large number of patients, but when the war came, the patients and doctors were promptly evacuated, leaving the hospital empty.
Later, because of its excellent location in the mountains and the fact that the original site was still there, the Happiness Sanatorium was rebuilt on that site.
At the end of the newspaper, a photo was attached, showing a middle-aged man being interviewed.
The man was slightly overweight, with small, shrewd eyes, yet he still managed a forced, friendly smile.
The smaller print below identified the man as Zhu Youming, the director of the Happiness Sanatorium.
Clearly, the dean was not Shen Zhiyan.
Jiang Liyue had expected this, so she wasn't particularly surprised. That scoundrel didn't look like a proper dean at all.
No, that's not right either. The patients in the entire Happiness Sanatorium don't act like patients, and the doctors don't act like doctors.
And standing above them, Shen Zhiyan, who inspires fear in everyone, is certainly not a simple person.
Jiang Liyue flipped through the other newspapers and quickly found some useful content.
The timing was exactly one year after the last newspaper article and one year after the completion of the Happiness Sanatorium.
In just one year, many strange things happened at the sanatorium. Patients and doctors who entered the sanatorium disappeared one after another, and the Happiness Sanatorium had to close down.
In other words, the real "happiness sanatorium" no longer exists.
So where did all these doctors, nurses, and patients in the sanatorium come from, and what is the connection between the sanatorium and the previous hospital?
One problem, ironically, has brought up even more problems.
Jiang Liyue analyzed the situation in her mind while continuing to search for clues in the large stack of newspapers.
This time, she didn't flip over anything useful, and even put the two she had looked at before back in their places.
He casually pulled out other books.
Separated by a wall, Shen Zhiyan finished stitching the last stitch, put down the tools, and looked at the doll lying on the operating table.
There were no visible stitches, and the skin was the same as when she was alive, without any bluish-black lividity, as if she were asleep.
He awakened the doll.
But when the doll opened its eyes, revealing its lifeless gaze, his face darkened again.
It failed.
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