My Healing Games

Chapter 581 I opened his resume and took a look

"Come on, don't stay here." Zhang Zhuangzhuang grabbed Han Fei's arm and pulled him behind several medical staff.

There was nothing unusual about the surroundings; it looked just like a regular hospital. But Zhang Zhuangzhuang was on high alert, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

"Don't look around. If you see anything bad, you won't be able to leave even if you want to." Zhang Zhuangzhuang said, his voice squeezed out between his teeth, his head lowered.

To avoid trouble, Han Fei didn't do anything out of line and left Building 4 with the medical staff.

The medical staff walked ahead with their heads down, not looking where they were going. When they reached a corner, they turned and went back to their respective wards. In the end, only Han Fei and Zhang Zhuangzhuang returned to Building No. 1.

As the temperature slowly rose, Zhang Zhuangzhuang breathed a long sigh of relief. The back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat and clung directly to his skin.

"Is it that scary?" Han Fei approached Zhang Zhuangzhuang: "Has something happened in those buildings inside? What are you afraid of?"

"Don't ask."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Han Fei stopped Zhang Zhuangzhuang. He was determined to know the answer. Even if everyone's experience of horror was different, Zhang Zhuangzhuang's experience could provide him with a reference.

“I advise you to quit your job as soon as possible. The more you know, the deeper you will get into trouble. I’m not telling you this for your own good.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s face, which looked much older than his age, seemed to have a few more wrinkles. “If you can escape, escape now, otherwise you will definitely regret it.”

"I don't have much time left, so I won't beat around the bush with you anymore." Han Fei's attitude was very firm: "Tell me what you know, and I can help you. If you insist on not telling me, we may both become obstacles to each other's progress."

"Obstacles?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang scanned Han Fei again. "Actually, I didn't intentionally try to hide anything. I just forgot a lot of things myself..."

"You forgot yourself too?" Han Fei frowned.

“I’ve been to other wards in the hospital before, but I don’t remember those memories now. All I have left in my mind is the fear of those wards. It’s as if a voice is telling me that if I don’t leave quickly, I will be tortured to death in the cruelest way.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s voice grew lower and lower: “There are many places in this hospital that you can’t go to, and many things that you can’t see. If you accidentally see them, you will become like me and forget some very important things.”

"Don't you remember seeing anything at all?"

“All I remember now is that chilling feeling.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang gritted his teeth, his expression very serious: “While you’re still whole, hurry up and resign. Once you start to forget, it will be hard for you to escape. Or even if you do escape, you’ll come back for various reasons later.”

Seeing that no one was around, Zhang Zhuangzhuang told Han Fei a secret: "My sister is a doctor here. I once received a call from her late at night. She seemed to be hiding in a corner, and her voice was full of fear and terror. She begged me to take her away on the phone. But when I came to this hospital and found her, she had forgotten everything she said on the phone and thought I was being a bit strange."

"Is that why you stayed?"

“At first, I wanted to take her away, but now I can’t even escape myself. Every time I wake up, I look older. It’s like something lives inside me, stealing my youth.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang touched the wrinkles on his face. “Only when I return to the hospital will my aging process slow down. That’s why I keep reminding you to leave quickly. Once that thing gets into your body, it will be too late to run away.”

"Will your body age faster if you leave the plastic surgery clinic?" Han Fei nodded: "Then I'm even less afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang thought this would scare Han Fei away, but Han Fei didn't seem to care at all.

"My life is already on a countdown." Han Fei took out a folded medical certificate from his pants pocket and handed it to Zhang Zhuangzhuang.

After glancing at Han Fei with a puzzled look, Zhang Zhuangzhuang's gaze changed when he looked at him again: "Sorry."

“No need to apologize. Actually, I came here for a similar reason to you.” Han Fei pointed to the depths of the hospital: “I have a friend who is also a doctor here. His surname is Yan.”

Han Fei incorporated Zhang Zhuangzhuang's experiences into his own life, changing the protagonist from the older sister to Dr. Yan.

Soon, with the help of masterful acting skills, Han Fei established a noble image of someone suffering from a terminal illness who still risked his life to save his old friend.

Attention Player 0000! Caregiver Zhang Zhuangzhuang's friendship level has increased by three!

Zhang Zhuangzhuang's tone of voice when speaking to Han Fei was noticeably better, and trust between them was slowly being built up.

“Since our goals are similar, I won’t hide anything from you.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang gestured for Han Fei to follow him. As they walked, he quietly turned off their walkie-talkies. “This hospital is completely different during the day and at night. I’ve figured out some patterns that might be helpful to you.”

The two walked side by side, communicating in very low voices.

"First, Building 1 is safe during the day, but at night, only the safe room is safe in the entire hospital."

"Secondly, doctors save lives during the day and kill people at night."

"Third, not all patients are good; some patients were doctors before."

"Fourth, the night shift security guard and the receptionist died many years ago. You can approach them when they are smiling, but if they are crying, you must run away immediately."

"Fifth, everyone in plastic surgery hospitals is pursuing the ultimate in beauty. The more beautiful a person or thing is, the more dangerous it is, but that doesn't mean that ugly things aren't dangerous."

"Sixth, there are seven buildings in the hospital, but the doctor said there is an eighth building."

"Seventh, whenever a missing person case breaks out in the city, there is always an extra critically ill patient in the hospital."

"Eighth, improving the nurses' favorability can save you a lot of trouble."

"Ninth, there are three different kinds of ghosts in the hospital. The red ghosts kill people on sight, and you can only try to escape if you encounter them. The white ghosts are smarter than people, and they will devour something on your body. The black ghosts are the most mysterious, and you will lose your memory every time you see them."

"Tenth, whether it's day or night, there's always a pair of eyes patrolling this hospital."

"Eleventh, don't easily trust anyone. The ten points I mentioned above may be things that others deliberately want me to see."

Zhang Zhuangzhuang led Han Fei back to the "safe house." He opened his cabinet, took out a small mirror, and handed it to Han Fei: "Look at your face more often. If you start to age, it means something is creeping up on you."

"No need, I don't like carrying a mirror around." Compared to a mirror, Han Fei trusts the blood-red paper doll more. As the world continues to mutate, the power that the blood-red paper doll can exert is also constantly increasing.

"I'm going to take care of my patient. Good luck." Zhang Zhuangzhuang turned the walkie-talkie back on and left the room.

After closing the door to the safe house, Han Fei sat down in a chair and memorized everything Zhang Zhuangzhuang had said.

"Zhang Zhuangzhuang and Cao Lingling both mentioned those three colors of ghosts. What do they represent?" With the blood-red paper figure close to his body, Han Fei now felt a long-lost sense of security, but his heart was also beating faster as a result: "I wonder if that table that can only seat ten people can accommodate an eleventh person. Xu Qin's specialty is cooking meat."

Before Han Fei could even react, the chubby nurse's voice came through the walkie-talkie, which Zhang Zhuangzhuang had turned off: "Fu Yi! How could you leave a client alone in the lobby!"

"I went to help carry the patient."

"Come to VIP room number four on the fourth floor right away!" The chubby nurse was actually quite considerate of Han Fei, not making him do any strenuous work.

Thinking of love, Han Fei's expression turned somewhat bitter. He reluctantly left the safe house and took the staff elevator to the fourth floor.

After passing through the luxurious corridor, Han Fei stopped in the lobby on the fourth floor. Ai Qing was sitting alone on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. Rose's female assistant and the other female player were sitting opposite Ai Qing.

No one knows what happened between them, but Love chose the fourth VIP beauty treatment room on the fourth floor, while Rose's female assistant chose the VIP room next door, number three.

Seeing Han Fei approach, Love didn't react much, but the female player who came with Rose's female assistant suddenly walked towards Han Fei.

With a slight frown, Han Fei was about to dodge when the cheerful and outgoing female player suddenly grabbed his hand.

Love in the distance opened its eyes, but the female player seemed indifferent. She wasn't tall, and it seemed she had maxed out her "green tea" persona, deliberately walking forward. When she was very close, she slightly raised her head to look at Han Fei, her eyes shimmering with tears, her body limp, as if she had no strength left.

"Don't cause me any trouble." Han Fei wore the gentlest smile, but his voice carried an icy chill. The female player had no idea what Han Fei had experienced in this hidden map, nor did she know the extent of the psychological trauma he now suffered regarding love and desire.

“We just received another message from Rose.” The female player kept getting closer to Han Fei, as if she couldn’t stand steadily. She slowly leaned in and whispered, “He told us that Ah Chong has also been captured, and that players who are imprisoned here will slowly forget the past. He asked us to contact you as soon as possible.”

The female player seemed to want to examine Han Fei's face closely. She put her arms around Han Fei's neck and suddenly reached out and plucked a hair from Han Fei's head.

Seeing the murderous intent flash in Han Fei's eyes, she smiled and backed away, calling out to Rose's female assistant as she went, "This caregiver is quite interesting. How about we have him serve us next time?"

"it's up to you."

"Please come in, both of you." The manager in black, worried that the two players and their love might clash again, quickly smiled and ushered them into VIP room number three.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and call the doctors right away. They will create a customized beauty and wellness plan for you. Also, regarding the nurses, how are your choices coming along?" The manager took out several documents, including Han Fei's resume, which had his photo attached.

"Keep them all here, we'll choose slowly." The female player took all the caregivers' information, shooed the manager out, glanced at Han Fei standing in the lobby, and then locked the VIP room door.

The moment the door closed, all the enthusiasm and cheerfulness on her face vanished: "I've already told Han Fei the news, and I've also gotten his hair. I want to see what he's capable of that makes Boss Rose value him so much."

"Your talent can only be used three times a day, and there's a chance of failure. I think you'd better not use it recklessly." Rose's female assistant was quite rational. She took out her phone, looked at the message on it, and her expression became increasingly serious.

"It's okay." The female player walked to the window, drew the thick curtains, and then took out a few cards from her bag.

Kneeling in front of the card, the female player slit her wrist, letting her blood drip onto the card, and then placed Han Fei's resume on top of it.

"A medium!"

She pulled out a strand of her long hair and twisted it together with Han Fei's hair, then slowly closed her eyes.

The room was quiet, the light was slowly distorted, and the surroundings grew darker and darker.

The blood imprinted the image from the card onto Han Fei's resume, and the woman's and Han Fei's intertwined hair seemed to tremble in the blood as if blown by the wind.

The woman's expression gradually turned painful, and she muttered some strange words.

When she opened her eyes again, only the whites of her eyes were visible. Her expression was terrifying, as if the person who had opened her eyes was no longer herself.

Her stiff arm slowly lowered, and she grasped the resume covered in blood, flipping it open.

The female player's face contorted at just the sight of the first page, her arms trembled uncontrollably, and her severed wrist began to bleed profusely.

"What's going on?" Rose's female assistant got up and came over. She had seen the other party use her talent ability before, but this had never happened before!
Thick blood oozed from the stained resume. The female player's eyes, mostly white, darted around violently as she frantically flipped through the resume. Finally, she let out a scream!
Stung by the pain, blood flowed from her eyes, and the female player desperately threw the resume in her hand away as if it were a red-hot branding iron.

The image on the card disappeared, and the hair that was tangled with Han Fei broke off. The female player fell to the ground, clutching her head and eyes in pain.

"Sister Ling!" Rose's female assistant quickly hugged the female player and called out her name loudly.

After a long while, the female player opened her eyes. Her hands were tightly gripping the female assistant's clothes, and her eyes were filled with fear.

"I just flipped through his resume and it was filled with two words—'dead man'!"

(End of this chapter)