After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain
Chapter 291: Relax, Uncle

In the end, Yu Li distributed those desserts to her other colleagues.

Sitting in her chair, her phone screen suddenly lit up. Raising an eyebrow, Yu Li tapped open someone's chat window.

Bo Jingmo was indeed efficient - he had already sent her a contact recommendation.

[I know the owner of this shop. I've already spoken to him - just mention I referred you.]

Seeing this, Yu Li let out a meaningful chuckle.

She replied "Thank you, Director" before sending a friend request to the contact.

The other party quickly accepted. Before Yu Li could say anything, they seemed to already know her identity and spoke first.

[You're the guest Director Bo referred?]

[Yes.]

[Director Bo already informed me. He actually ordered a set for himself too - I'll deliver yours together. We offer a free 30-day trial before you decide whether to purchase. Is that acceptable?]

[Acceptable.]

[Please provide your phone number and address so I can fill in the information.]

After sending the details, Yu Li propped her chin on her hand, lips curving as she absentmindedly tapped the desk with her fingertips.

Even the system could tell this was specially arranged by someone, but it was puzzled by Yu Li's attitude.

"Sister, why don't you just get together with Bo Jingmo already?"

Based on previous progress, it should've been locked away by now.

But in this scenario, Yu Li seemed to be keeping Bo Jingmo on the hook.

Regarding the system's question, Yu Li just shook her head with a smile.

"It's not that simple."

This scenario involved memories - how could he just be an ordinary hospital director?

Besides, Bo Jingmo currently had no memories. From his own perspective, he was genuinely part of this "world."

That man probably still had some wariness toward her too. Yu Li could clearly sense Bo Jingmo wasn't as proactive as before.

"As for the fourth floor..."

Leaning back in her chair, Yu Li spun a pen between her fingers while thoughtfully eyeing the elevator.

She needed to find time to visit the fourth floor too.

After finishing her tasks, she went to deliver medication to other patients. These patients' conditions were relatively stable, usually just sitting on their beds staring blankly.

While giving medicine to one patient, the man looked down at the pills in his hand and suddenly spoke: "I haven't seen you before."

Hearing this, Yu Li turned.

It was a middle-aged man around thirty with cloudy, droopy eyes that looked listless. His expression was vacant, his body clean in blue patient garb, but carrying a peculiar odor.

A mix of medicinal scents and something indescribable - like the pungent smell of ammonia, rather unpleasant.

Basically, all psychiatric patients carried this smell.

Wearing a mask, Yu Li gently replied: "Yes, I'm a new intern."

The man seemed to have mentioned it casually and didn't respond further, slowly taking his medicine.

But as Yu Li gathered her things to leave, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, rasping: "My neighbor...that companion...why haven't I heard his voice today?"

The "companion" he referred to was the man strapped to the neighboring bed.

Yu Li's expression remained unchanged as she calmly answered: "He went to the fourth floor."

"Fourth floor..." The man mumbled before his expression abruptly twisted. Gripping Yu Li's arm with alarming intensity, he shouted hysterically: "I want to go too!! Take me to the fourth floor!!!"

His grip was astonishingly strong, fingers whitening with pressure, making it hard to break free.

Yet Yu Li remained perfectly still, looking down at her captured arm without a word.

The man seemed oblivious, continuing his frenzied outburst: "Why?! I want to go! Why won't you let me go to the fourth floor!! I need to go too!!"

His movements grew increasingly violent, both hands now clutching her, nails digging in. Were it not for her sleeve, his grip might have drawn bloody scratches.

With psychiatric patients in crisis, the more agitated they become, the less you should provoke them.

For a moment, only the man's ravings filled the room.

Perhaps sensing the woman's abnormal calmness, he looked up.

Only to meet a pair of icy eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the quiet woman's long lashes that cast delicate shadows like butterfly wings.

Her eyes showed no ripple of emotion, still as stagnant water. The amber irises under sunlight revealed intricate patterns like ancient desert totems - mysterious and sacred.

"Let go," she said coolly.

Though it was warm April weather, the man inexplicably felt a chill down his spine. His face froze as he instinctively released her.

Freed, Yu Li leisurely smoothed her wrinkled sleeve before glancing at the stunned man on the bed, her tone still even: "What do you want on the fourth floor?"

The man's eyes darted nervously, trembling as if his brain was sounding frantic alarms.

Yu Li chuckled lightly. After adjusting her clothes, she suddenly crouched down, eyes curving warmly even as her lips formed icy words:

"Going to the fourth floor to die?"

The man's pupils contracted sharply, as if never encountering such an impolite nurse: "You—"

His breathing grew increasingly ragged, showing signs of another episode.

Yu Li patted his shoulder and smiled: "Relax, uncle."

The middle-aged man's eyes bulged as he gripped the sheets, inhaling sharply like he couldn't catch his breath.

Yet the next second, his face stiffened. The manic energy in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by clear confusion. His body suddenly lightened.

Bewildered, the man looked down and slowly scratched his head, murmuring:

"What...just happened?"

Yu Li didn't answer, simply straightening up to quietly pack her things as if nothing had occurred.

Only when pushing her cart out did she casually glance at the room's corner, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

Interesting. This scenario had more dirty things than she'd anticipated.