My Healing Games

Chapter 591 Seven Departments, Seven Kinds of Despair

“Although Du Shu is my sister, I rarely talk to her. She is Father’s most beloved daughter, while I am just an illegitimate child who cannot be seen in the light of day. She is like the most dazzling jewel in a crown, and I am just an insignificant accessory.” Du Jing crossed her arms: “If she really did it all, then what was her motive?”

“Maybe it’s because of jealousy.” Han Fei found a fairly clean nurse’s uniform: “Jealous that you have a wonderful family, jealous that you have a well-behaved and adorable child, jealous that you have the love that she doesn’t have.”

Being Du Shu's lover is an extremely painful and terrible thing, but what is even more painful than being Du Shu's lover is becoming Du Shu's younger sister.

Han Fei draped the nurse's uniform over Du Jing's shoulders: "You and Du Shu are sisters, so you should know her better than I do. That woman is only perfect on the surface; in reality, her soul is filthy."

“I had my doubts, but I always felt she wouldn’t be so heartless.” Du Jing struggled to get up; her biggest worry right now was her daughter.

"Wait a minute, let me see how to install this." Han Fei cleaned the bloodstains from the edge of the prosthesis, tried a few times, and then reattached it to Du Jing's leg: "Can you walk by yourself? If not, I'll have my friend carry you."

Du Jing changed into a nurse's uniform. When she got out of bed and walked around, blood seeped out from the connection between her thigh and the prosthesis, which looked very painful to outsiders.

"Forget it, let him carry you." Han Fei handed Du Jing over to A Chong, and this somewhat twisted player finally proved to be of some use.

"Without further ado, let's go to Building Seven now."

Han Fei cleared out the basement and returned to the stairwell.

The commotion on the first basement level was so loud, yet no one came from the second basement level, which Han Fei found rather unusual.

“The second basement level is a passageway connecting to other buildings. Many critically ill patients are transported directly through the second basement level. They will never see the light of day in their entire lives,” Du Jing said weakly.

"Then can't we also enter Building 7 through the second basement level?" Han Fei had been to the second basement level of Building 1 and knew that it was a parking lot specially prepared for VIPs, with some secret passages built inside.

“These passages cannot be opened normally; they require special keys.” Du Jing seemed to know a lot about things in the hospital: “As far as I know, only people dressed in black are qualified to obtain keys to the underground passages.”

"Then let's proceed according to the original plan."

Back on the ground, the three, dressed in different uniforms, ran towards Building Six.

After swiping his doctor's work card, Han Fei was about to walk inside when he suddenly saw someone standing at the service desk in the lobby of Building 6.

"Is there a receptionist on duty at Building 6?"

Han Fei vaguely remembered the things Zhang Zhuangzhuang reminded him to pay attention to: after dark, if the front desk staff were laughing, he could approach them; if they were crying, he should stay away.

“Building 7 is full of critically ill patients. When there are no vacant rooms in Building 7, some patients will be transferred to Building 6. So these two buildings in the hospital are the most dangerous.” Du Jing said in a low voice, “Both doctors and patients are in great danger.”

"Understood." Han Fei felt it was necessary to save Du Jing; with this fellow patient by his side, he could avoid many detours.

"Brother, there's still an hour and twenty minutes until midnight. Why don't we avoid alerting him and sneak over to Building 7 first?" Ah Chong was worried that Han Fei might do something impulsive again. They initially agreed to kill only one person, but later, to cover up his "crime," he massacred the entire building.

"You call me brother?" Han Fei felt a little strange hearing Ah Chong's address, as in his mind their relationship was far from being that of brothers.

"Then what should I call him? Master?" Ah Chong was terrified and felt very humble and pitiful, so he blurted it out.

"Just call me Han Fei." Han Fei didn't want to argue with that pervert. He told Du Jing to stay where she was and gently pushed open the safety door to enter the corridor.

Zhang Zhuangzhuang did remind Han Fei, but the problem was that the receptionist kept her head down, and it was impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing unless you got close.

Slowing his pace, Han Fei tried to appear as normal as possible, like a doctor who had just finished a busy day and hurriedly walked to the front desk.

The stark white light illuminated the service counter, and all around was quiet. The waiter stood there motionless, like a mannequin.

"Good evening." Han Fei took the initiative to approach. When he was only two or three meters away from the front desk, the waitress with her head down began to tremble slightly. Her shoulders swayed slightly, and her black hair fell to her chest.

Anyone without experience would stop and proceed with caution upon seeing this eerie scene.

But Han Fei not only did not slow down, he suddenly began to accelerate.

The waiter's body trembled more and more violently, and when Han Fei walked in front of him, the waiter suddenly raised his head!
She was smiling, but her eyes had been gouged out, and her disfigured face was covered in blood and tears!
"good evening!"

"Beautiful lady, you scared me."

Drawing his Rebirth Blade, Han Fei slashed at the waiter.

The waitress standing behind the counter moved forward rapidly, opened her arms, and tried to hug Han Fei, then pressed her face against Han Fei's!
"You started it."

A flash of light, and Han Fei bumped into the receptionist.

Han Fei's body flew backward, while the waiter's body was split in two.

Countless tiny blood vessels tried to repair the waiter's body, but the wounds inflicted by the Rebirth Blade could not be healed by any filth.

The waiter fell to the ground, turning into black blood, and some faint specks of light flowed into the Rebirth Blade.

Han Fei sat on the ground, looking at the wounds and finger marks on his shoulders, still feeling lingering fear.

"How could she easily knock me away with only 32 points of stamina?" He reached out and touched the wound on his shoulder, squeezing out some black blood. "Fortunately, I have relatively high resistance to curses and soul poison."

Han Fei is the nominal master of the Death Tower and is very familiar with various death curses. In addition, he has always eaten the meat dishes made by Xu Qin, so most curses are just like seasonings to him.

"Brother Han, are you alright?" Ah Chong saw Han Fei fall and ran over to check on him, carrying Du Jing on his back.

"I'm fine." Han Fei glanced upstairs. "Never mind, let's go to Building Seven first. Be careful not to touch the blood on the ground; it contains a curse."

The receptionist was filled with venomous curses, the doctor's blood was laced with soul poison, and each of these hospital ghosts had their own special abilities. However, Han Fei had always ambushed them, giving them no chance to use their abilities.

"We can't be reckless. The whole hospital is being distorted. The further we go, the more terrifying things we'll encounter."

The Rebirth Blade is incredibly sharp, capable of slaying any blood-stained ghost or monster. However, when encountering truly powerful ghosts, Han Fei often only has one chance to strike. If he fails to kill his opponent, he will be killed by them.

Without lingering at Building 6, Han Fei led Achong and Du Jing to the entrance of Building 7.

Standing outside the security door and looking inside, Building No. 7 was not much different from the other buildings, except that it appeared more gloomy, and there seemed to be no living creature inside.

"Du Jing, you used to live in Building 7, right? Is there anything special you should be aware of here?"

“There are a lot of abnormal patients in Building 7, so don’t go near any half-open ward doors you see.” Du Jing thought for a moment and then continued, “I heard that there are also some doctors in Building 7 who are actually patients in disguise. In short, it’s very chaotic inside.”

"Did you see a doctor named Yan inside? He was very tall."

"No." Du Jing shook her head slightly: "My attending physician is named Zhang Xi, and she is a woman who doesn't like to talk."

"Zhang Xi?" Han Fei stared blankly at Du Jing, not expecting to get news about Zhang Zhuangzhuang's sister from Du Jing: "Do you know where she usually is in Building 7? I have a letter to give her."

“She is in charge of the patients on the fourth floor, but I suggest you don’t approach her casually.” A hint of fear flashed in Du Jing’s eyes: “I have personally witnessed that female doctor kill people. Patients are like building blocks in her hands. She makes rounds every night, and in any ward she selects, a lot of blood will flow out the next day, and new patients will arrive in the ward.”

"So scary?"

"Many patients on the fourth floor call her the female Grim Reaper. Although she is responsible for providing psychological counseling for us, she seems to have a very serious psychological problem herself." Du Jingguang felt a chill when she thought about these things.

“It seems she’s very strong, then I should go find her even more.” Han Fei nodded secretly: “Sister Jing, are you familiar with the patients in Building 7? Have you seen a patient named Qiangwei? He should have been arrested in the last few days.”

"I don't know." Du Jing said with a hint of apology, "Of the patients who have been locked up in Building 7 recently, I only remember one. His name was Shen Luo. It is said that he bribed the doctor and was the only patient to escape from Building 7, but he was later caught again."

"This name sounds familiar, let's ignore it for now." Han Fei didn't want to run into Shen Luo at such a crucial moment.

"I don't know anything else."

Unable to obtain the information he wanted, Han Fei had no choice but to enter Building No. 7 himself to investigate.

He gently opened the door, and the white light inside Building 7 seemed to pierce the back of his hand like icicles.

For the first time, Han Fei discovered that lamplight could be so chilling.

The corridor was empty, with no one in sight. The doors to the wards and departments on both sides of the corridor were unlocked, and some of the room doors were half-open. The corridor lights could not dispel the deep darkness at all.

Upon entering Building No. 7, Han Fei's body was completely enveloped in light, and he felt as if his soul had fallen into an ice cave.

As I continued to fall in the cold, a strong sense of helplessness unconsciously arose in my heart.

"This place is so weird."

Han Fei looked up at the room closest to him.

The door was half open, and there were several black characters written on the door panel: Hair Transplant Center.

Han Fei kept in mind what Du Jing had said; he was unwilling to approach these unlocked rooms casually, but they were now far too close to that room.

The hair transplant center is located at the entrance of the first-floor corridor. If you want to go to the fourth floor to find Zhang Xi, you will definitely have to pass by this department.

Holding the Rebirth Blade in his hand, Han Fei gestured to A Chong and Du Jing not to stray too far from him.

He moved his feet slowly, his eyes fixed on the half-open door.

The darkness inside the hair transplant center was slowly shifting, as if something might suddenly emerge.

"Everything looks normal, but in reality, it feels like this building has been completely distorted."

The blood-red paper figure in Han Fei's pocket climbed onto his shoulder, issuing a warning to him. This was the first time the blood-red paper figure had warned him.

"Even when the blood-red paper doll learned that I have three children and several wives, it was never this nervous. It seems that I am indeed in trouble."

As Han Fei shifted his feet, he considered retreating. Just as he was about to explore in a different direction, the system's voice rang in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the shrine random quest - Seven Kinds of Despair."

"Seven kinds of despair: These seven departments killed his seven emotions and brought him seven different kinds of despair."

"Mission Requirements: Use all means to kill the Despair Aggregators in the seven departments. You will receive a large amount of experience and special rewards for each one you kill."

Han Fei was about to give up, but the system's task prompts rekindled his interest.

"Seven departments represent seven kinds of despair, and you get a reward for killing each one?"

After entering the shrine world, Han Fei only completed two tasks, which meant he only had two chances to open his inventory, leaving him unable to take out many items.

"The experience gained from the shrine quest is incredibly generous, and the special rewards are not to be missed. This quest is definitely worth doing."

Han Fei placed the blood-red paper doll back against his heart. When he was truly in danger, the paper doll he trusted most was still the one that had been nourished by Xu Qin's blood. He could entrust it to protect his heart.

"Get ready to go upstairs."

Han Fei moved forward, and the darkness in the room began to sway, but apart from that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Highly vigilant, Han Fei walked past the department smoothly and entered the corridor; the items inside the department did not come out.

"It seems relatively safe." Ah Chong hurriedly followed behind Han Fei, but just as he approached the door of the department, an enormous hand covered in black hair suddenly reached out from inside the department!
"Upstairs!" Han Fei urged as he lunged forward, his blade slashing at the giant hand.

The black hair was cut off by the Rebirth Blade, and the giant hand turned into hair scattered all over the ground.

All the black hair that touched the Rebirth Blade vanished instantly, but the hair that didn't touch the blade seemed to come alive and began to gather again after hitting the ground.

"We have to cut down the main body."

Han Fei doesn't dare to enter the hair transplant center alone now. He needs someone to help him restrain the hair and buy him time to find the hair's original source.

The three of them quickly went up to the second floor.

The department on the second floor near the corridor was also strange. The door was half open, and blood was constantly seeping out of the department. On the bloodstains, there was a sign that read "Cleft Lip and Palate Center".

Han Fei was staring intently at the department door, preparing to rush over, when a doctor in a white coat suddenly walked out of the department.

He stood with his back to Han Fei, and spoke in a strange tone: "Huh? It's so late, and there's still someone in the corridor?"

"We want to go see Dr. Zhang Xi and ask him some questions."

"Don't go looking for her yet. I've run into some trouble and need your help," the doctor said urgently, his back to the crowd.

"What kind of help?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes, staring at the suspicious doctor in front of him.

"I'm about to lose control of an emergency patient!" the doctor shouted anxiously. "Stop talking nonsense! Come here quickly!"

"Okay." Han Fei gripped the knife and moved forward. Just as the doctor was about to grab his wrist, he suddenly accelerated: "The patient you're talking about, could it be yourself?"

The doctor, who had been standing with his back to Han Fei, paused for a moment, turned his head, and revealed a mouth that was split into four pieces.

"How did you know? Do you also think I look different from all of you?"

Beneath the doctor's white coat lay a patient's gown stained with blood, and his gaze was completely different from that of the controlled souls in the hospital.

(End of this chapter)