My Healing Games

Chapter 582 Who's hiding under her bed?
The bleeding resume fell to the ground, and the female player covered her eyes as if she was about to go blind.

"Sister Ling! Calm down!"

The player known as Sister Ling was among the first to enter the Paradise Maze. Two other teams of players will subsequently enter to search the area, partly to protect Sister Ling and prevent her from dying.

Within the vast organization of Inevitable Truth, Sister Ling is an extremely rare player with B-level supernatural talent, and several organization leaders value her highly.

If Sister Ling's account is deleted because of her death, it would be a loss to the entire inevitable truth.

Blood was seeping from her eyes, but Lingjie still couldn't calm down. What she had just seen didn't seem like a resume; it looked more like a list of the dead.

Endless calamities and misfortunes piled up on the list; all his colleagues, superiors, and customers were killed again and again.

The bizarre and horrifying ways she died, the chilling manner of her passing, the desperate wailing of each name—the overwhelming sense of death directly crushed her will.

“He’s not a caregiver, he’s not a caregiver…” Sister Ling shook her head, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

"Sister Ling!"

Just as Lingjie was about to collapse, she suddenly seemed to remember something. She opened her eyes again, grabbed her female assistant's clothes, and said, "Find a way to leave here, leave this hospital, and don't be his customer."

"Take a break and rest for a bit," the female assistant said, holding Ling's still trembling body and comforting her.

"I can't recover!" Ling Jie was completely different from when she first met Han Fei, her face devoid of any smile: "I'll die, I really will die."

"But where can we go after leaving the hospital?" The female assistant couldn't imagine what Ling Jie had seen, but after this commotion, her prejudice against Han Fei lessened a bit.

The screams coming from VIP room number three were heard by everyone in the lobby.

The chubby nurse and the manager in black didn't immediately take action. Instead, they exchanged a strange glance. The skin on their faces looked like it was made of building blocks, and when they were extremely tense, inconspicuous gaps would appear on their faces.

"Excuse me, I'll go check first." The chubby nurse apologized to Ai Qing, then ran to room number three with Han Fei.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw the blood-stained floor and the resume.

The chubby nurse and the manager in black quickly stepped forward to inquire about the situation, apologizing and calling the doctor.

Han Fei silently walked to the bedside and began cleaning up the scene.

"That woman plucked a hair from my head. Was she performing some kind of ritual with my hair?" While cleaning diligently, Han Fei noticed the blood on his resume: "Did she go crazy after seeing my resume?"

Han Fei casually picked up the resume. The whole thing described him as positive, optimistic, humble, gentle and sunny. How could such a resume possibly drive anyone crazy?

"It startled me. I thought I was too tired last night and wrote down the truth." Han Fei was very satisfied with the resume he had written: "Putting aside what I have done, I am actually a very good employee."

After cleaning up the bloodstains, Han Fei walked out of room number three. He was about to take out the trash when love blocked his way.

"Put your things down and come inside with me."

As soon as the word "love" left his mouth, Han Fei felt the temperature around him begin to drop. Even more strangely, although it was very cold around him, his heart felt as if it were being roasted by fire, and his heart was burning!

With his Adam's apple bobbing, Han Fei decided to find some time later to remove the blood-red paper figure from his heart.

"Why do you suddenly look so pale?" Love approached Han Fei: "Am I that scary?"

"There's just one question I can't figure out." Han Fei really couldn't understand why the curse on the blood-red paper doll was triggered. Although it was reshaped by Xu Qin's blood and had countless connections with Xu Qin, and gradually took on Xu Qin's appearance, it was still just a cursed object.

Despite being separated by a shrine and half a plastic surgery hospital, this cursed object was able to transmit certain emotions to Xu Qin.

Han Fei thought it was unlikely, but he wouldn't try those taboos. It wasn't that he was afraid of anything; he was simply quite upright.

Gazing at the face of love so close to him, Han Fei touched his heart and decisively took a few steps back.

"Still trying to run away?" Love seemed quite pleased with Han Fei's choice. For the first time since entering the hospital, she smiled: "I love it when you run away."

What kind of perverted hobby is this? Han Fei didn't understand how Fu Yi and love got along. He felt that if this "relationship" were exposed, he would no longer have the right to call A Chong a pervert.

With a professional smile on his face, Han Fei ran to the trash can and dumped the garbage.

"The only good news for me right now is that since Love comes here for beauty treatments and procedures, she shouldn't be carrying any dangerous items with her."

Among all of Fu Yi's female friends, he talked about love the least, and Fu Yi's call records with love were also very direct.

Most of the time it's just—Are you there? Yes!
Then a room number, or an address.

What puzzled Han Fei was that, based solely on the chat messages, he couldn't find any reason why Love wanted to kill Fu Yi.

Other women either wanted to kill Fu Yi because they were deceived or because their love turned to hate. But love is a special case. It seems that she wanted to kill Fu Yi because of love.

After taking out the trash, Han Fei prepared to go find Cao Lingling, but love continued to follow him.

He can run away at will, but he will eventually be caught up by love, just like a while ago when love ran into his company.

"Don't you need to do beauty treatments and physical therapy?" Han Fei, who had been pursued by love all the way, finally couldn't help but ask.

"For me, love is the best cure; it keeps me young forever." Love's fingers slowly twitch, as if practicing a chopping motion: "I hope you feel the same way."

"Then your hopes are dashed." Han Fei had just turned the corner when he saw two policemen standing outside Cao Lingling's hospital room, talking to a doctor.

A moment later, the ward door opened, and Zhao Qian walked out, looking very unwell.

The doctor seemed to be trying to explain something, but the police didn't believe him at all and kept shaking their heads.

Upon seeing Zhao Qian, Han Fei prepared to turn around, but he was a step too late.

"Fu Yi! Didn't I tell you to take good care of Cao Lingling? Come and see her wounds!" Zhao Qian saw Han Fei from a distance.

"Everything was normal when I was there during the day." Han Fei knew he couldn't avoid it, so he gritted his teeth and walked forward. Before he could figure out how to tell Zhao Qian, footsteps suddenly sounded in Cao Lingling's ward again.

Not long after, a woman with bandages wrapped around her head and arms ran out of the ward.

"Team leader!" Li Guo'er smiled as sweetly as ever, and she had even changed into a new pair of glasses.

Han Fei felt a little happy to see that Li Guo'er had recovered so well, but soon his heart was burning again, as if a curse was burning.

"Li Guo'er, go back as soon as you've finished visiting your colleague. Don't bother the police here," Zhao Qian said expressionlessly.

“My injury hasn’t healed yet, and I can’t go back to work, so I might as well stay here with Cao Lingling. We’ve been best friends for years.” Li Guo’er smiled at Zhao Qian, not backing down at all.

"Your best friend is dying, and you're still smiling so sweetly?"

"How about I cry for you?" Li Guo'er made a face at Zhao Qian: "Getting angry all the time will make you age faster."

Seeing that neither Zhao Qian nor Li Guo'er would give in, Han Fei prepared to step forward to smooth things over. He had just taken a step when his shoulder was grabbed by five slender and beautiful fingers.

Love brought her and Han Fei closer: "I'm a little tired, but I don't know the way back. Will you take me?"

Seeing her love like this, Li Guo'er walked straight over and said, "Team leader! I'll take her home!"

"Do you know the way..." Han Fei clutched his chest, wanting to first plug the paper figure's ears.

On the surface, there are three women here, but there is actually a paper figure here as well.

"Have you two had enough?" Zhao Qian glanced at Li Guo'er and Ai Qing, then turned her gaze back to Han Fei: "You tell the police how you were taking care of Cao Lingling yesterday? Why does Cao Lingling have so many injuries?"

"She was fine when I got off work. Those injuries must have been inflicted last night." Han Fei walked up to the police. As expected, Zhao Qian was experienced; she helped Han Fei out of his predicament with just one sentence.

"What time do you get off work?" The police officer led Han Fei into the ward. Cao Lingling was unconscious in bed. Her clothes were cut open on the back, and her back was covered with scratches. There were some places she couldn't reach herself!
“It rained yesterday, and Ah Gou told me to leave early, so I got off work around 5 p.m.

"Did any patients show any abnormalities when you left work?"

“No, she was still sleeping at the time.” Han Fei shook his head. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “When I came to clean the bathroom this morning, I heard Cao Lingling shouting that a white ghost would eat people and a black ghost was standing by the bed.”

"Her mental state is extremely unstable, and she may not have yet shaken off the hallucinations."

“At first I also thought it was her hallucination, but…” Han Fei walked to the bedside, lifted the sheet, and pointed to two drops of blood under the bed: “If these two drops of blood are not Cao Lingling’s, then it means that someone hid under her bed last night.”

(End of this chapter)