My Healing Games

Chapter 590 The Only Ray of Light

The most beautiful human wishes formed the blade of death, and when Han Fei picked up the butcher's knife, the underground level was illuminated.

Night turns into day.

Without any unnecessary movements, Han Fei closed the distance with every word he spoke, until he was within striking range.

The fat doctor's smile froze; under these circumstances, it would be difficult for any ghost to smile.

He never imagined that such an ordinary-looking person could casually pull out such a terrifying butcher's knife. He also never expected that the other person would have already decided to kill him after only three sentences.

Compared to Han Fei, he felt that he was really just a doctor.

"I think……"

The fat arm was raised upwards, and then the fat doctor saw his arm being cut in half, with nothing able to stop the blade!
His vision was filled with light, and the fat doctor felt a long-lost warmth on his forehead; he hadn't felt warmth in a long time.

"quack……"

His massive, heavy body crashed to the ground, the fat doctor looking like a punctured balloon, with copious amounts of blood spurting from his body.

However, a very strange scene unfolded next. The splattered blood spread out to both sides, and after entering the bodies of the two nurses, it seemed to be controlled by some force, and then it went back to the fat doctor's stomach.

Most people might be disturbed by this sudden accident, but Han Fei noticed from the beginning that there was something wrong with the fat doctor's stomach.

After the first slash, the blade continued to fall like a storm!

The white coat was ripped open, and the fat doctor's stomach had been completely distorted, with a human face made of blood vessels growing there.

This face looks somewhat similar to Du Shu's, always radiating anger, which contorts her features, making her appear ugly and frightening.

"An angry face?"

Emotions can give people strength. The fat doctor was much stronger and more robust than the other doctors, and his unusual appearance probably came from his angry face.

With each downward slash, Han Fei used the Rebirth Blade to completely shatter the face and sever all the blood vessels that made it up, preventing it from coming back to life.

Ah Chong, who was hiding in the house, also witnessed this scene. He bit his hand tightly to keep himself from making a sound.

How cruel!

This was not a forced counterattack; it was a premeditated massacre.

He watched helplessly as the fat doctor and two nurses turned into blood, while the man continued to wield his knife.

With his finger bleeding, Ah Chong curled up in the corner. The shadow of Han Fei's constantly falling knife was reflected on the wall behind him. That figure had become a shadow that shrouded his heart.

At this moment, not only his main personality but also his other personality was strongly impacted.

"What horror movie actor would do that?"

"It's clearly just a hobby for him."

Huddled in the corner, Ah Chong asked himself a question. When he saw Han Fei chasing after the two security guards with a butcher's knife, he began to feel a little dazed: "Do we really represent justice?"

The light on the basement floor slowly faded. After the last security guard collapsed, Han Fei returned to ward number six with what he had found: "The hospital gown is too arousing suspicion. You should change into this security guard uniform."

"Okay." Ah Chong ran over as fast as he could, and he was now absolutely obedient to Han Fei's words.

Seeing how obedient Ah Chong was, Han Fei didn't think much of it. He just felt that someone like Ah Chong, who had suffered a traumatic childhood, would definitely have a rather strange personality.

"Hurry up, the hospital is becoming increasingly corrupted." Han Fei could clearly feel during their fight that the security guards' physical abilities had improved significantly compared to before, and he was almost unable to keep up with them.

"It's not midnight yet. When the darkness is at its thickest, that's when the mutations will be most severe." Feeling a little worried, Han Fei took out his phone again and checked. There was still an hour and a half until midnight.

Before Ah Chong could change his clothes, Han Fei headed towards the deepest part of the first basement level.

Besides the six wards, the most important room on the basement floor is the operating room, which is where the fat doctor just came out.

The operating room door was not closed. The layout inside was similar to that of Building 1, except that the floor was piled with prosthetics and discarded medical equipment, making it look a bit messy.

"Can these things really strip a person of their emotions and memories?"

Han Fei looked at the operating table in the center of the operating room, which was covered with a cloth stained red.

Reaching out, Han Fei lifted the cloth, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

A patient lay on the operating table; she looked to be around thirty years old and had only one right leg.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the shrine random quest - Fellow Patients."

"Fellow patient: No matter what, he can never forget that memory. When he was tied to the hospital bed, when he was driven mad by despair, when he was disappointed in everyone, it was this ordinary fellow patient who told him that there was still hope in the world and brought him the only ray of light."

"Mission requirement one: Protect her until dawn."

"Task requirement two: Fulfill her only wish in life—find her girl, no matter what her daughter has become."

"Attention! There is a chance to obtain a special reward from the shrine after completing this task!"

The sudden message about the mission in his mind made Han Fei stop in his tracks. He found the woman's medical record in the operating room.

Patient: Du Jing.

Age: 31.

"Former VIP of Building No. 1, source of funds unknown. She was involved in a car accident on June 15th, in which her husband and daughter died, and she lost her left leg."

"His physical condition has recovered well, but he has developed emotional disorder due to excessive grief, accompanied by dangerous behavior. As advised by Dr. Du Shu, he has been isolated in Building 7."

Looking at the information on the medical record and combining it with the mission information, Han Fei roughly guessed some things.

In reality, Fu Sheng would break down after witnessing his father commit murder. Given Du Shu's ruthlessness, she would likely try to get him into her hospital for treatment.

It was probably here that Fu Sheng met Du Jing. One of them was a pitiful child whose mother died early and whose father was a murderer, while the other was a pitiful mother who had lost all her family members and was left with only one leg.

"Judging from the mission prompts, Du Jing must have helped Fu Sheng a lot."

The future of the shrine world has changed. Fu Sheng is no longer in the hospital; instead, his father, Han Fei, has taken his place.

"Achong, bring your leg over here!"

Han Fei now understood the purpose of this mission item. He wanted to reattach the prosthetic leg to Du Jing, but when he lifted the white cloth, he saw that the wound on Du Jing's leg had become ulcerated.

Perhaps feeling the pain, Du Jing slowly opened her eyes. Her face was deathly pale, and she was barely breathing.

"Lie still, I'm here to get you out of here." Han Fei found bandages and hemostatic tools in the operating room, his movements were very skilled.

The bleeding from her leg stopped again, but the woman had no will to live. She was like a soulless doll, indifferent to everything around her.

Seeing the woman like this, Han Fei was reminded of Fu Sheng from earlier; they had both fallen into complete despair and had lost all hope of living.

Han Fei is going to the most dangerous Building No. 7 later. If Du Jing continues like this, she may bring danger to everyone.

If a person doesn't want to live, no matter how hard others try, it will be difficult to truly save her.

"Can you hear my voice?" Han Fei squatted down next to Du Jing, looking at her numb face.

The best way to save someone who is completely desperate is to give them hope, even the smallest glimmer of hope.

"Actually, there's something we've been keeping from you." Han Fei tried to make his voice clear enough for the woman to hear: "Your daughter didn't die in the car accident. I don't know what grudge you had with Du Shu before, but she told us not to tell you. It seems she wants to do something terrible to your daughter."

With the power of words, it all seemed like the devil was tempting mortals, and Han Fei's words gave people a special sense of conviction.

When Han Fei mentioned that Du Jing's daughter was not dead, the other man's eyes flickered slightly.

After Han Fei finished speaking, Du Jing turned to look at him, and the despair in her eyes was replaced by another emotion.

"I now suspect that Du Shu was behind the car accident in your house. Did you have any conflicts with her in Building 1 before?" Han Fei said with great seriousness, and his words successfully ignited the anger in Du Jing's heart.

The numbness on Du Jing's face had disappeared, and her eyes regained focus. She stared intently at Han Fei, her purplish lips slightly parted: "My daughter is still alive?"

"Yes, and I can also tell you with certainty that she is in this hospital, and we can go find her together now."

After Han Fei finished speaking, the scarred woman supported herself on the operating table with her arms and slowly sat up: "As long as you can find her, I can give you anything you need!"

"Don't be in such a hurry." Han Fei looked at Du Jing's back. He only realized after Du Jing sat up that there was a face of Du Shu on Du Jing's back, but the eyes of that face were tightly closed and had not opened. "Are you also Du Shu's 'medicine'?"

Du Jing did not answer; her fingers unconsciously clenched when she heard the name Du Shu.

“I saw on your medical record that you were a VIP in Building 1, so you must have met Du Shu, right? Did you have any conflicts with her?” The more Han Fei looked at Du Jing, the more he felt that she and Du Shu looked somewhat alike.

“I have never had any conflict with Du Shu.” Du Jing shook her head: “She is my sister.”

(End of this chapter)