My Healing Games

Chapter 583 The Eve of the Storm
Han Fei discovered the problem as soon as he arrived at work today. He found bloodstains under the bed while cleaning.

"The bloodstains on Cao Lingling's back did not soak through the bedding, so the bloodstains under the bed are most likely not hers."

The police inside the house told Han Fei to step back. They took out professional tools to collect the bloodstains, and then called the doctor over to their side to review the surveillance footage again.

"Three male employees have disappeared without a trace, and the only female witness was driven insane by fright and was attacked in the hospital. This case may be more complicated than it appears on the surface." Han Fei consciously followed the police away. Although he was wearing a caregiver's uniform, he blended in well with the atmosphere of the police investigation.

“The city has become increasingly chaotic lately. Du Shu was kidnapped, there were gang fights in the lower district, and even our company has experienced employee disappearances.” Zhao Qian’s eyes showed worry, and she had a very bad feeling.

"A storm is brewing." Han Fei's face was also serious. Judging from his current demeanor, no one could guess that he was actually the root of all the chaos.

The kidnapping of Du Shu was proposed by Han Fei, the gang fight was instigated by him, and the disappearance of employees in the company was caused by his ex-wife.

Han Fei not only knows who the murderer is, but he can even summon the murderer directly with a single phone call.

It was precisely because he knew the true identity of the murderer that Han Fei had the confidence to assist the police.

“Officers, Cao Lingling is the only survivor of the crime scene. If the real culprit knows she is alive, he is very likely to come back to target her. I suggest you increase your protection for her.” Han Fei didn’t know whether the police were reliable in Fu Sheng’s memory world, but bringing the police into his camp was definitely a wise move.

With police guarding the ward at night, Han Fei felt a little more at ease.

Following the police, Han Fei appeared to be actively cooperating with their work, temporarily avoiding Li Guo'er and Ai Qing, leaving only Zhao Qian by his side.

Li Guo'er and Ai Qing, who remained in Cao Lingling's ward, were not in a hurry. Li Guo'er planned to stay and take care of Cao Lingling as her best friend, while Ai Qing, a VIP client of the plastic surgery hospital, planned to rest and recuperate there for a period of time.

Neither woman intended to leave; they had a terrifying intuition that more people would gradually gather here.

At 10:00 a.m., Han Fei followed the police into the monitoring room of the plastic surgery hospital for the first time.

The hospital's monitoring room is located on the basement floor. Three rooms have been combined and are filled with various monitors and communication devices. Four security guards work in shifts to ensure that someone is on duty here 24 hours a day.

Han Fei looked at the densely packed video windows; each video playing on these screens represented a surveillance camera.

In addition to corridor corners, safety passages, and doorways, many intensive care units are also equipped with surveillance cameras, allowing patients to clearly see their every move.

"Officer Fang came to check on us this morning. No one entered Cao Lingling's room last night." The security guard, surnamed Shi, stood in front of the monitor and skillfully pulled up the surveillance footage: "To protect the privacy of our VIP clients, we do not install surveillance cameras in the VIP rooms, but there are cameras outside her room. You can see that."

The security guards cooperated with the police and began playing the surveillance footage from last night.

The hospital's Building 1 was unusually quiet late at night, with no one in sight. Around 12:59 AM, a caregiver named Agou emerged from a patient's room. Perhaps because the door wasn't properly closed, it opened and closed by itself several times after Agou left.

"Was it blown by the wind?" Han Fei tried using his rudimentary Ghost Eye talent. His eyes became moist, and through the hazy mist of tears, he looked at what was in front of him again.

All the monitors in the room turned into distorted human faces, the entire room was blood red, and blood droplets kept dripping down the walls.

The lines connecting to the outside became tiny blood vessels, constantly bulging and contracting, as if blood was flowing inside.

With the master acting skills activated in his mind, Han Fei stood still, the police officers beside him remaining unchanged. Just as he was about to look at the security guard, an arm covered in lividity was placed on his shoulder.

The tears in his eyes slowly dissipated, and Han Fei looked at the owner of the arm, the security guard surnamed Shi, who was gripping his shoulder and saying, "We will definitely cooperate with your work. We don't know where Ah Gou is now. If you need anything, you can have Fu Yi come to us directly."

The police ignored the security guards and began to review other surveillance footage in the hospital themselves, with Han Fei helping out in the monitoring room.

At noon, the police received an emergency notification, and most of them rushed to the amusement park on the outskirts of the city, leaving only two officers, Fang Changcheng and Zhang Yue, at the hospital.

Upon hearing "Paradise" in the monitoring room, Han Fei immediately had a bad feeling. If the police rescued Du Shu, his situation would definitely become even worse!
The only thing that makes him feel fortunate now is that the police, during their conversation, have not confirmed that Du Shu is hiding in the amusement park; they have only discovered that a suspect had been to a shop very close to the park.

The police operation put some pressure on Han Fei, who knew he also needed to start taking action as soon as possible.

"My three-day probation period is almost over. After I'm officially hired, I probably won't be as free as I am now. I might even become like Zhang Zhuangzhuang and start to forget the past." Han Fei looked at the person next to him. Zhao Qian was staring intently at the surveillance video. She seemed even more serious than the police.

Everyone in the company is on edge right now. Before the sun even sets, everyone's gone. We even have to form teams to go to the bathroom. If this continues, the company will definitely collapse.

"Mr. Zhao, I'll head out now." Han Fei had memorized the locations of all the surveillance cameras. He wanted to talk to Zhang Zhuangzhuang about how they could work together tonight to sneak into the other wards and investigate.

"Go ahead." Zhao Qian said coolly without even looking up, "If those two cause you any trouble, you can call me."

Han Fei gave an awkward laugh, ran out of the monitoring room, and contacted Zhang Zhuangzhuang via walkie-talkie. Zhang Zhuangzhuang was waiting for takeout in the hospital lobby.

After quickly meeting up with Zhang Zhuangzhuang, Han Fei quietly revealed his plan: he wanted to leave the hospital that night, then circle back from another location to help Zhang Zhuangzhuang infiltrate Building No. 5.

Zhang Zhuangzhuang initially refused, but he couldn't resist Han Fei's repeated persuasion and his fearless gaze. He always saw his past self in Han Fei. Both of them came to this hospital to work as caregivers in order to save their closest loved ones.

After twenty minutes, Han Fei finally persuaded Zhang Zhuangzhuang, and to his surprise, Zhang Zhuangzhuang's friendliness towards him increased a little.

Just as they were finalizing the detailed steps, Zhang Zhuangzhuang's takeout arrived.

"Let's go eat first, and then we can get some fresh air."

"Why are you ordering takeout today? Don't you usually eat outside the hospital?" Han Fei followed behind Zhang Zhuangzhuang.

“All the food carts and food stalls outside the hospital have been driven away. They’re forcing us to eat in the cafeteria,” Zhang Zhuangzhuang said mysteriously. “I suspect they’ve added something else to the food, like meat you’ve never eaten before.”

"Don't say anything more, I've decided to bring my own food from home from now on." Han Fei and Zhang Zhuangzhuang walked to the hospital entrance. When Han Fei saw the food deliveryman, the deliveryman also saw him.

"What are you doing here?" The female netizen took out food from the trunk of her electric scooter and stood there dumbfounded: "I thought I would never see you again."

Han Fei, dressed in a caregiver's uniform, also looked surprised: "Aren't you a waiter at the restaurant?"

“We also offer delivery service, but the boss lets us deliver the food ourselves to save money.” The female netizen noticed that Han Fei was wearing a caregiver's uniform. Her gaze was complicated. She had already prepared herself never to see Han Fei again, but this unexpected encounter in the crowd made her ask: “Are you... feeling better?”

"Hmm, not bad." Han Fei and the female netizen stood on either side, while Zhang Zhuangzhuang kept turning his head back and forth in the middle. He felt like the two of them couldn't see him at all.

Zhang Zhuangzhuang coughed lightly and gestured for the female netizen to pay attention to him: "Has my food arrived?"

"I don't want to bring up the past anymore. Take care of yourself, and I hope you can be happy in the time you have left." The female netizen handed the lunchbox to Zhang Zhuangzhuang. Throughout the process, she kept talking to Han Fei. After she finished speaking, she rode away on her electric bike.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang asked, carrying a lunchbox. "She seems so young."

Han Fei stared at the departing female online friend. He felt that all of this was too coincidental. Although some misfortunes had been avoided, it seemed that fate was still trying to get everything back on track.

"This hospital seems to be attracting everyone related to Fu Sheng and his son..." Han Fei's mind flashed through some images: the horror romance game he made, the cover of which showed a scumbag being placed on a dining table, using his death to atone for his sins; in the plastic surgery hospital, the operating table was called the Goddess's Table, and everyone who wanted to become beautiful would be placed on it; there was also a large iron table full of torture instruments under the Starry Sky Art Hotel.

"I have to act tonight and try to disrupt this hospital during my probation period. Speaking of which, the hospital hasn't had any problems so far. Could it be that Shen Luo's disappearance has nothing to do with the hospital? If a company hires both me and Shen Luo at the same time, it's highly likely that it will face a crisis."

Han Fei was still pondering when the chubby nurse's voice suddenly came through his walkie-talkie: "Fu Yi! Is Fu Yi there?! Come to the reception room on the second floor right away! Someone's looking for you! Just how popular are you?"

"Received, received, coming right away." Han Fei hadn't even eaten yet. He glanced at Zhang Zhuangzhuang and asked, "Are you usually this busy?"

“Never before.” Zhang Zhuangzhuang took a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) out of the lunchbox and handed it to Han Fei: “I’ll go with you. You should eat something first.”

Han Fei finished the roujiamo in a few bites, and he and Zhang Zhuangzhuang went upstairs.

As Han Fei stepped out of the elevator, before he could even see the person in front of him clearly, he heard a clear voice—"Dad!"
Han Fei shivered, and his vision slowly focused. A mother was pushing a wheelchair in the hall, and a very cute girl was sitting in the wheelchair.

"I knew it couldn't be a case of the same name!" The girl was very happy. A thin blanket covered her legs. Her face was pale and sickly, but her eyes were incredibly bright.

"You...you have a daughter? Is that your ex-girlfriend downstairs?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang had never been married and didn't understand these complicated matters.

Han Fei ignored Zhang Zhuangzhuang and strode over to the girl. He squatted down next to the wheelchair and asked, "Fu Yi, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to find a professional doctor?"

“The illness progressed too quickly. Last night, Fu Yi was unable to walk and even fainted once,” Fu Yi’s mother said. “We went to other hospitals first, but they couldn’t do anything for us.”

"Alright." Han Fei gently patted Fu Yi's head. Fu Yi had killed Fu Yi with his own hands, and Han Fei decided to make up for the missing fatherly love: "I will take good care of you."

Fu Yi's mother was unaware of the deeper meaning behind those words as she looked at Fu Yi, who was now dressed in a caregiver's uniform.

Just a few days ago, Fu Yi was dressed in a suit and tie, going in and out of large companies in the city center; he was a high-earning professional envied by everyone.

As a result, he lost his property and job in just a few days. He was not only criticized and insulted by everyone, but also started doing jobs that he would never have considered before in order to make a living.

"Fu Yi saw your name, I didn't think it was you." Fu Yi's mother turned to the plump nurse: "Can I make a request?"

"Of course! You are special guests specially arranged by Dr. Du Shu. She told us that as soon as you come to the hospital, she will immediately arrange for you to be taken to her private VIP room. This is enough to show how much she values ​​you!" The fat nurse thought that Fu Yi and her daughter were friends of Du Shu. In fact, Du Shu's arrangement was probably to let the mother and daughter see how Fu Yi was being played by her.

“Forget about the private VIP room.” Fu Yi’s mother didn’t like taking advantage of others. “I only have one request now: I hope Fu Yi can come and take care of my child the whole time. Actually, I don’t think it’s the best option, but my child wants a father.”

Hearing her mother say that made Fu Yi the happiest, and she looked at the plump nurse with anticipation.

"You also want him to be your personal caregiver?" The chubby nurse gave a wry smile. She had only thought the man was very charming, but she never expected him to be so popular.

"is it not OK?"

“You are Dr. Du’s friends, so you have the highest priority.” The chubby nurse took out a walkie-talkie and communicated with the others for a few minutes. Then she said to Fu Yi’s mother, “A dedicated caregiver is probably not an option, but I will have him come over to help more often. In addition, we will transfer caregivers from other wards.”

"I don't need anyone else, just Dad!" Fu Yi only had eyes for Han Fei; she couldn't forget the figure of Han Fei saving her.

Han Fei squatted down next to the wheelchair. He listened to Fu Yi calling him "Dad" obediently, but his hand unconsciously touched his chest.

"The curse didn't activate? Could it be that the blood-red paper figure was shocked?"

With a soft sigh, Han Fei knew this was just the beginning. After all, he already had three children, and each of them had a different mother.

(End of this chapter)