Rule Anomaly: Night Watch Guide for the Psychiatric Hospital

If the rules are alive, they must be insane. If the rules kill, they must fear the doctor. At 2:40 AM, the fourth Yang Liaoyu opened his eyes at the nurse's station. Yang Liaoyu woke up wearing a white coat, standing in the nurse's station of an abandoned psychiatric hospital. A handwritten guide was pressed on the counter. Rule one: Do not trust lucid patients. At the end of the corridor, a patient in room 102 pounded on the door frantically: "Doctor! I'm lucid! Save me!" All the nurses turned to stare at him—this was the first death trap. In the world of rule anomalies, Yang Liaoyu relied on diagnostic scales. He performed psychiatric evaluations on every rule and wrote medical records for every anomaly. The first floor's patients had mania, the second had collective delusions, and the third began attacking his trauma—while his only weapon was a decade of clinical psychiatric experience. The poet Su Zhiyu in room 104 had waited for him for seventeen days. Cold light seeped through the crack of room 107's door; the previous doctor named "Yang Liaoyu" was inside, no longer human. Seven floors, five rules, one of which had been tampered with. And the rule on the seventh floor had a face identical to Yang Liaoyu's. It didn't admit to being a rule; it believed it was a doctor. It was waiting for him to treat it. — Description from novelcodex.org