I'm not a drama god

Under the guidance of the maid, Chen Ling came to the door of Chi Tong's office with a thick stack of questionnaires.

"Please come in." The maid opened the door for him.

Chen Ling straightened his collar, raised his head, and walked towards Chi Tong's office with a righteous look, like a debater about to go to the battlefield. Seeing this, Chi Tong's eyelids twitched continuously and he began to have a headache.

"Chi Tong." Chen Ling spoke in a tone as if he was talking to an old classmate, "I stayed up late last night to sort out the current medical situation in the Wuji Realm, and summarized about fourteen key points..."

"stop!"

Chi Tong immediately stopped Chen Ling and said, "I have another very important matter to discuss with you. You don't have to explain it in such detail... Just be brief and we can discuss the details later."

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still nodded:

"To put it simply, I think the current distribution of medical resources in the Wuji Realm is extremely uneven, both in terms of geography and time allocation. Under long-term and high-intensity work pressure, even if residents are sick, they don't have time to see a doctor... The few hospitals that open night clinics have insufficient number of doctors on night shift and lack of experience..."

"Okay, I understand." Chi Tong waved his hand.

"The second problem is easy to solve. I will issue an order today to have all hospitals adjust the doctors' working hours. As for the problem of insufficient medical resources, we can't do anything about it. After all, there are only so many doctors alive in the realm, and we can't create more."

"Then why not open up the realm so that sick residents can take the train to other realms for medical treatment?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole office fell into silence.

Chi Tong stared at Chen Ling, his eyes slightly narrowed, and it was hard to tell what his expression was.

"This is absolutely impossible." Chi Tong's tone left no room for doubt.

Chen Ling noticed the change in the atmosphere and did not say anything more. He proposed this idea, but he did not expect the Fire Usurper to agree. After all, if the Wuji Realm was completely released, all the residents of the Wuji Realm would rush to flee here, and even the other major realms would seize the opportunity to directly attack Wuji.

He said that to make Chi Tong refuse, and then he could make the next request naturally.

"Okay." Chen Ling sighed, "In that case, I want to look through the relevant information about the early days of the realm, or the catastrophe period... During that disaster period, our medical resources should have been even more scarce. I want to learn how we solved these problems at that time."

Chen Ling made this request naturally in order to find evidence of his own existence.

After all, he was one of the first victims after the arrival of the Red Star. He believed that the relevant departments would keep files... But he was not sure whether the files were destroyed during that turbulent time, or in which base they were now.

"Medical records from the Cataclysm?" Chi Tong raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had not expected Chen Ling to make such a request.

"This area is too large. Where can I get it for you? Besides, we only took over the Wuji Realm later. Most of the things in the original Wuji Base were lost in the turmoil of the Witchcraft Association. We don't have them here."

Even though Chen Ling didn't hold out much hope, she still felt a little disappointed when she heard this answer.

Chi Tong looked at Chen Ling and changed the subject:

"But I know where there might be..."

"where?"

"If these files really exist, they are probably in the hands of the remnants of the Witchcraft Association." Chi Tong said leisurely, "Now... they are also called the 'Rat Party'."

……

Wuji Realm, underground.

A wave of pain came from all over his body. Fang Liangye groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a lattice-shaped patio. The dripping rain flows along the patio and falls from the darkness above the head into the drainage pipe, making a sound like a waterfall.

"It hurts so much..." Fang Liangye covered his head, his mind filled with confused memories.

"Mr. Fang, you finally woke up."

A voice sounded from the side.

Fang Liangye looked back and saw a young man with black hair and black robe walking slowly towards him. On the palms of his hands, mysterious symbols were engraved.

"You are..." Fang Liangye's eyes were full of confusion.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Duran, the leader of the Rat Gang." Duran said calmly, "The Wu Duo you met at the Human Rights Union before is our wizard."

"The Rat Party... Human Rights Union..."

Fang Liangye murmured these two names, feeling that they were very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. Mr. Ji said that your memory was affected by the Dao of Stealing Gods, so it might be a little confusing... But he has used the Zhuyou technique to help you repair your mind and stabilize your soul. At least your mind will no longer be in an abnormal state."

"The Way of Stealing Gods..."

Fang Liangye seemed to remember something and his expression suddenly turned ugly.

He then asked, "You saved me from the Silver King?"

"Silver King? No, we are not that strong yet. We just rescued you from the detention center." Duran answered truthfully.

Fang Liangye nodded slightly, then sat back on the bed absent-mindedly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Anyway, Mr. Fang, you should have a good rest first. This is one of our bases, and it is safe for now." Duran checked the time. "Wu Duo is still busy outside. She will probably be back in more than two hours. You two are familiar with each other, so you can slowly recall the lost memories..."

"……Um."

Duran turned and walked into the darkness.

When Duran walked away, Fang Liangye could no longer sit still. He stood up and wandered in the dark, muttering to himself:

"The Silver King really did take action on my memory... But they were able to rescue me from there. This gang of traitors seems to have some strength..."

"Hmm...something seems to be wrong...my head hurts..."

Fang Liangye recalled carefully, and then he felt that there seemed to be a gap in his memory, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead again.

"No matter what, I have to find a way to contact the Dusk Society first... I wonder how Zou Wei and the others are doing, and whether they have successfully arrived at the Tianshu Realm?"

"But we just caused some trouble in the Tianshu Realm, and the security there should be very strict... But with Senior Bai Feng here, it shouldn't be difficult to avoid the search."

The sweat on Fang Liangye's forehead was getting thicker and thicker.

As certain fragments of memory flashed through his mind, the corpses he had killed with his own hands were still fresh in his mind. His face turned pale instantly, and he held the edge of the bed with both hands, lowered his head and vomited violently.