My Healing Games

Chapter 589 Han Fei's Treatment Plan

With the unintentional help of the nameless hero in Building 2, Han Fei did not spend too long to deal with the ghosts in Building 5. He led Ah Chong down to the first basement level.

The walls, covered in patches, looked more and more like an old man's skin. The entire building exuded an aura of death, which grew stronger the deeper you went underground.

"Brother Han, did you see any other players when you came?" Ah Chong cautiously followed behind Han Fei: "I mean, they might also be investigating the hospital. If you accidentally hurt them, that might not be good."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would act blindly?" Han Fei raised his arm, and A Chong consciously shut his mouth. He was now completely obedient and loyal to Han Fei. If players had loyalty, A Chong's loyalty would probably be close to that of Da Nie.

Han Fei gently pushed the security door and used his Ghost Eye talent to look down. There was more than one busy black figure moving about in the darkness.

"It's quite lively underground." Han Fei's eyes were blurry as he slowly bent down, preparing to clean each room one by one: "Don't go to the left; there's something hidden in the darkness over there."

"How did you find them?" Ah Chong looked at Han Fei's moist eyes. "Is this your innate ability? Crocodile tears?"

Han Fei turned around and glared at Ah Chong, but didn't bother arguing with him, and quietly slipped in.

The underground buildings were completely different from the above-ground buildings, exuding an eerie and strange atmosphere. Various pipes hung overhead, and the ground was uneven, as if something was rolling underneath.

"Why does this building seem to have a life of its own?"

"You're making a fuss over nothing. Isn't it normal for buildings to have life?" Han Fei had experienced too much. All the buildings near the shrine, all the buildings located at the center of his memory, would slowly become tainted with "divinity" and assimilated by the memories of the shrine.

It looks like an inanimate object, but walking through it feels like entering the body of the original owner of the shrine. This is how the department store that Han Fei inherited from the Mirror God is.

“You’re right.” Ah Chong nodded quickly. Tonight’s experience opened the door to a new world for him and gave him a deeper understanding of the game “Perfect Life”.

In his mind, Han Fei was like his guide, showing him through his actions that even a psychopath could live with such confidence and ease.

"Flesh and machine are stuck together; this underground structure is very much like a manifestation of Fu Sheng's dream."

Compared to the basement of Building 1, the basement of Building 5 is practically a prison.

Rusty steel bars roughly divide the wards, damaged medical equipment is piled up everywhere, blood-stained bandages and smelly hospital gowns can be seen on the ground, and further ahead, there are small mountains of prosthetics.

"It stinks." There was a hint of excitement in Ah Chong's eyes: "But I can't help but want to smell it a few more times."

"Your hobby is really weird."

Holding onto the rusty handrail, Han Fei arrived at the room closest to him.

He tried to slowly pull the door open and was surprised to find that the iron door was not locked.

He slipped inside and saw a pale-skinned security guard fiddling with something.

Pieces of skin were torn off, blood flowed everywhere, and the security guard, who was having a great time, suddenly seemed to sense something.

Turning his head to look behind him, when he saw Han Fei wearing a doctor's coat, he immediately stood up and used his body to block the table.

"Doctor, are you here to pick up your medication?" The security guard's voice was mature, but he looked very young.

"What are you doing?" Han Fei walked forward and saw a box on the security guard's table containing a prosthetic limb that had just been removed from a patient.

“A patient went missing underground, and we found this when we were taking out the trash, so I wanted to bring it back for research.” The security guard hurriedly turned around, seemingly preparing to move the box under the table: “I’ll go get your medicine right away…”

Halfway through his sentence, the security guard suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked down and felt as if sunlight was shining through his chest.

Without feeling pain or discomfort, he turned back to Han Fei blankly and asked, "Is it dawn yet?"

Putting away the Rebirth Knife, Han Fei helped the security guard to the ground and began searching the guard's pockets.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered a G-level quest item - the Ward Key."

Han Fei had Ah Chong drag the security guard's body aside. He then looked at the box the security guard had placed on the table, where the prosthetic limb, which had just been removed from the patient, was still connected to part of the patient's flesh.

In the hospital's underground, people have lost their most basic dignity, becoming like objects that can be disassembled and reassembled at will.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered a G-rank quest item—her left leg."

The system gave a prompt when Han Fei touched the prosthetic limb.

"Is this a mission item?" Han Fei took out the bloodstained prosthetic limb and handed it to the bewildered A-Chong: "Take this."

Holding his prosthetic leg, Ah Chong didn't dare ask any more questions, but his expression was somewhat helpless.

"The security guard had six keys, but I just glanced around and there are at least nine rooms on the basement level."

Holding the key, Han Fei left the security room and headed towards the nearest ward.

After several attempts, Han Fei finally opened the ward door, and a strong stench hit him.

The spacious room lacked the usual hospital beds, cabinets, and other amenities found in a typical ward. Instead, several large padlocks were nailed into the middle of the room to secure people to the ground.

“There are signs of struggle and slashing on the ground. The chains are covered in blood. This place must have been used to dismantle the ‘patient’.” Han Fei touched the chains: “The bloodstains are still relatively fresh, only the surface is congealed. If you press on them, you can feel that they are a little sticky. The patient must have been taken away not long ago.”

Turning around and entering the second ward, Han Fei frowned slightly. He saw all kinds of prosthetics hanging on the walls of the ward, some with hands and feet, some for the elderly, some for children, a motley collection, it was as if he had entered a human prosthetics department store.

"This is too creepy." Ah Chong hugged the leg, not daring to go in. He watched as Han Fei strolled leisurely among the prosthetics, as if he were at home, touching this and that from time to time.

“No system notification was triggered, so these things aren’t quest items.” Han Fei turned back to stare at the human leg in Ah Chong’s hand: “Why is that leg a quest item? Is it special? Is the owner of that leg still alive?”

With Ah Chong in tow, Han Fei entered the third ward, which was filled with a large number of bottles and jars containing various organs.

"The first room is for disassembling patients, the second room contains replacement limbs, and the third room is used to store organs..." Han Fei looked at the six keys in his hand and then entered the fourth room.

Pushing open the door, a blast of cold air rushed out, and several large freezers were placed against the wall inside.

Once opened, the meat inside was as translucent as ice.

After looking around, Han Fei entered the fifth room, which contained all sorts of human bones. From a distance, the bones looked like they were made of white jade, smooth and exquisite, like works of art created by nature.

Finally, Han Fei arrived at the door of the sixth room. Before he opened the door, he could faintly hear screams and cries coming from inside. It seemed that the small ward held all of humanity's sorrow.

As Han Fei opened the door, his pupils shrank slightly, while A Chong, who was following behind him, was completely stunned.

The sixth ward is decorated with human faces. These faces, taken from different people, are terrifying at first glance. However, if you calm down and look closely at the paintings, you will not feel scared. Instead, you will feel a wonderful feeling, as if you are appreciating a series of paintings made with life.

As soon as Han Fei, wearing a doctor's coat, opened the door, all the sounds inside immediately disappeared, and everyone's eyes were tightly shut.

Han Fei moved forward, but A Chong gripped his arm tightly: "Are you sure you want to go in?"

Ah Chong couldn't understand where Han Fei got the courage to directly enter this hellish scene: "Those are human faces that have been removed!"

"Shh, be quiet." Han Fei slowly entered the ward, using the secret of touching the depths of the soul to gently lift a human face.

Tension and unease emanated from my fingertips, and I could faintly hear sobbing.

This face is filled with sadness; it's constantly crying.

"Each face represents a stripped-away emotion? How did the hospital manage to do this?" Han Fei had previously wanted to learn the hospital's advanced technologies and then use them on players to modify their memories, but now he realized that these technologies were difficult for ordinary people to master.

Touching a person's face with your fingertips feels like directly caressing their soul.

"Can you hear my voice?" Han Fei whispered to that face, his earnest expression making Ah Chong shake his head.

"I'm not a doctor at this hospital, I'm here to save you." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his fingers.

Several small blood holes appeared on the palm of his hand that was holding the human face, and it seemed that some kind of extremely vicious curse was hidden in the incomparably beautiful face.

"Attention player number 0000! You have been cursed by a low-level soul poison. The curse has not entered your body and cannot cause you any further harm."

Han Fei's expression slowly changed as he looked at the tiny, unhealing wounds on his palm.

If he hadn't been constantly touching the Great Evil, which gave him a very high resistance to the Soul Poison, he would have been directly affected by it.

"I wanted to save you, but you cursed me?" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade, its sharp light slowly approaching the human face: "If you don't speak, then I will send you to your release now."

Human faces contain a variety of emotions, and helping a human face to be free may also strengthen the Rebirth Blade.

The blade slowly approached, and just as it was about to touch the tip of the face's nose, the face suddenly opened its eyes!
It seemed as if the taboo of the underground ward had been broken. All the faces in room number six opened their eyes, and all those faces were staring at Han Fei.

Ah Chong was so frightened that he kept backing away, but Han Fei's tone became more and more firm: "Your bodies have long been unrecognizable, but your souls still retain their original appearance. You must be very unwilling in your hearts, right?"

Under Ah Chong's surprised gaze, Han Fei took out a thick medical record book from his pocket: "Some of your names are on this book. I know what you have been through, and I know that your families are desperately searching for you. Now I am willing to take you away with me."

Holding a book in one hand and a knife in the other, Han Fei looked at those faces and said, "If you don't want to leave, that's fine too. I will help you find your way out and never have to suffer again."

Through that F-level clue, Han Fei learned that the mentally unstable individuals persecuted by the hospital were all underground. He secretly infiltrated the area to rescue these people who were being used by the hospital and to destroy the hospital's "foundation."

Han Fei stood alone in the room filled with human faces, the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive, and even Ah Chong felt terrified just looking at it.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the face in Han Fei's hand began to shatter, and the once beautiful face seemed to melt away.

Patches of skin peeled off, revealing the black blood vessels hidden in his cheeks. The soul poison that had just stung Han Fei came from those blood vessels.

"Kill me, kill me!"

Its shattered cheeks pleaded with Han Fei in a low voice; these were its last words.

Han Fei endured the stinging pain in his palm and stared at that face.

Each face in this room represents a unique emotion; they are the crystallization of the patient's memories, the most unique part of the patient's soul.

It is precisely because of these unique memories and emotions that a person becomes different from others.

None of them are perfect, but it is precisely these imperfect emotions, personalities, and memories that constitute this world full of variables and unknowns.

“Plastic surgery hospitals need perfection, so they took away the useful parts of you and left these imperfect ‘parts’ here, then trapped them with soul poison and curses.” Han Fei reached out and pinched the blood vessels covered in soul poison, using the secret of touching the depths of the soul again. He wanted to sever the blood vessels, but they had already taken root in those faces.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

As the Soul Poison was triggered, more and more faces began to scream, their voices extremely loud.

"There's no better way now." Han Fei clenched his fist at the Deathly Happiness Blade, the brilliant light of the blade illuminating the faces on the ground. "The fact that you're here means that at least one person still remembers you, imprinting the last bit of beauty you have left in their memory. I will help you change your fate as soon as possible and give you a new life."

The Rebirth Blade sliced ​​across faces, black blood, transparent tears, and glimmers of humanity—all of it dissipating in the air.

As blood and tears fell to the ground, the last vestiges of humanity and hope in those faces were swallowed by the knife of death.

The crying ceased, and the butcher's knife in Han Fei's hand became even more dazzling and sharp, as if it had begun a new transformation.

"On this path I'm walking, there are more and more fellow travelers."

Han Fei also felt saddened by the patients' experiences, and he now hated the plastic surgery hospital called Perfect even more.

"There is no such thing as perfection in the world, so why bother pursuing something that doesn't exist?"

"Han Fei! It looks like someone's coming!" Ah Chong, who was on guard at the door, waved frantically at Han Fei, clutching his leg and looking anxious.

The commotion caused by those faces was too great, and the people on duty on the first basement floor are approaching this area.

"It's over! We've been discovered!" Ah Chong saw figures moving around in the darkness and felt desperate. He was considering whether to find a corner and play dead, pretending to be a corpse. After all, he could tolerate pain and wouldn't even flinch if he was slashed a few times.

"Don't panic, there's still a chance to salvage the situation." Han Fei pulled Ah Chong into ward number six: "All we need to do is take care of these people."

Footsteps sounded from the shadows, and a male doctor with a face full of cracks and an extremely obese body appeared in front of Han Fei, followed by two pale-skinned nurses. Further away, two more people in security guard uniforms walked towards them.

"Did something just happen here?" The fat doctor had a lot of red blood pooling under his skin, and his stomach was churning as if something inside was slowly growing.

"A patient sneaked into room number six," Han Fei said expressionlessly as he opened the door.

"Only one patient?" The chubby doctor grinned, pointing at Han Fei. "But I see two patients."

"I followed him here, and this is my identification." Han Fei walked towards the fat doctor, completely at ease.

"You really think I can't tell?" the fat doctor laughed, his belly swollen. "You call yourself a doctor, so can you tell what disease I have?"

"Your lips are dry and peeling because you talk too much." Han Fei walked up to the fat doctor, and the butcher's knife in his hand suddenly burst out with a blinding light: "The treatment plan I'm offering is euthanasia."

(End of this chapter)