My Healing Games

Chapter 592 Body Deformity Disorder
The doctor's lips were torn open, revealing a dense array of crooked teeth inside.

This doctor, who had just come out of the cleft lip and palate center, had his entire face torn open and was biting at Han Fei's head!

Faced with such a horrific scene, Han Fei did not back down an inch, but confronted the doctor head-on, swinging his knife at the doctor's face.

With the possibility of death in his grasp, he dared to even slay hatred.

The dazzling blade flashed downwards, and the strange, ugly doctor seemed to realize something was wrong, retreating at the crucial moment of the collision.

The deceased only cut off a "petal" of his lip, leaving a bloody wound on his face.

"what!"

A scream rang out, and the doctor covered his face, which was already different from that of ordinary people. His eyes gradually turned blood red as he stared intently at the lips on the ground.

The lips, covered in teeth, fell to the ground, like a petal made of human flesh.

"you wanna die!"

Amidst screams and spurts, the doctor pulled two blood-stained scalpels from his pocket: "I'm going to make all of you like me! That way, the healthy will become a minority! And the minority will be the patients!"

The doctor was incredibly fast, and Han Fei was secretly shocked. He had aimed his knife at the doctor's neck, but the doctor had managed to dodge it at such a short distance.

The rooms in Building 7 were filled with terrifying monsters. Han Fei made a quick decision: "Let's go to the fourth floor first!"

The doctor in front of them was actually a patient from the cleft lip and palate center in disguise. If they were seen by other doctors in the hospital, they would both be targeted. Therefore, Han Fei also wanted to lead the cleft lip doctor upstairs.

Upon receiving Han Fei's order, A Chong carried Du Jing on his back and ran uphill as fast as he could, not daring to waste the precious time that Han Fei had risked his life to buy.

"None of you will escape!" The doctor had gone mad. He was wielding two scalpels and moving with incredible speed, like a wild beast lurking in the night, tearing apart anything living in its path.

In order to prevent Du Jing from getting hurt, Han Fei had no choice but to bite the bullet and delay the doctor's visit.

The doctor was extremely twisted; he would repeatedly strike Han Fei's cheek with the knife, trying to destroy Han Fei's face, which had a charm rating of -14.

For most actors, their face is always more important than other parts of their body, but Han Fei is an exception. He began to think about whether he should use his face to create an opening and buy himself a chance to strike.

As long as you can strike the opponent's vital points, given the sharpness of the blade, the opponent will undoubtedly die.

The doctor is a morbid madman, while Han Fei is an extremely calm madman; both have experienced the worst and most desperate things.

"Han Fei! Watch out!" Ah Chong's exclamation rang out from the corner on the third floor. Han Fei didn't even look back, and directly pushed off the ground and left the spot.

Where he had just stood, some orange-yellow, almost transparent viscous fluid was dripping.

"Is this dripping from upstairs?" Han Fei didn't dare to be distracted. He only glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw that sticky liquid was constantly flowing down from the cracks in the stairs, which looked extremely disgusting.

A foul stench filled the air, and Han Fei worried that after risking his life, he would be too weak to deal with any other dangers.

He abandoned his idea of ​​exchanging injuries with the doctor, quickly retreated, and ran upstairs.

The doctor, whose lip he had cut off, pursued relentlessly, wielding two scalpels, determined to transform Han Fei into his likeness.

They fled at top speed and arrived on the third floor.

The ground was covered with that foul-smelling yellow slime, some parts of which were almost transparent, while others were murky and clumpy, making it look extremely disgusting.

"What the hell is this?"

The slime stuck to the soles of the shoes, making it difficult to stand. Ah Chong, carrying Du Jing on his back, almost fell. He accidentally grabbed the stair railing and his fingertips touched a little slime.

"It's so smooth and greasy, it feels like lard?" Ah Chong felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips, which was quite comfortable at first, but he soon felt uneasy.

The mucus easily penetrated the skin's protection and was seeping into his body; his finger swelled up to a quarter of its original size almost instantly.

"Brother Han! My hand is poisoned!"

"If it doesn't work, just cut it down! Don't let it spread!" Han Fei drew his sword to dodge, without turning his head.

He was on full alert to the doctor with a cleft lip, dodging and weaving while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

All the mucus was seeping from the body sculpting and liposuction center on the third floor; the door to that department seemed unable to close properly.

Chased by the cleft lip doctor, Han Fei and his two companions didn't have time to examine him carefully and ran all the way to the fourth floor.

Is Dr. Zhang Xi on this floor?

As Han Fei rushed into the fourth-floor corridor, he gradually felt his strength waning. The cleft lip doctor was moving faster and faster as the world continued to mutate.

What's even more disgusting is that the other party's scalpel was smeared with an unknown curse, which would make the body sluggish if you were cut.

With one side gaining at the expense of the other, Han Fei found himself increasingly struggling.

What worries Han Fei even more is that whenever he encounters danger, he feels a throbbing pain in his head. It seems that Fu Yi is harboring a lot of evil intentions and is ready to deliver a fatal blow to Han Fei at any time.

Beset by internal and external troubles, Han Fei didn't know how long he could hold out.

"We're almost there! The ward where I used to stay is just ahead! Dr. Zhang usually works in the department in the middle of the corridor!"

The hospital has become extremely alienated. The pale light is distorted in the corridors, which look short but are actually very long, with each ward separated by a great distance.

After running all the way, Han Fei and his two companions finally arrived at the center of the fourth-floor corridor, where there was a rather special department—the Cosmetic Psychological Counseling Center.

The department is very large, and there are some words written on the outer wall: "Beauty is not only about physical health and beauty, but also about a perfect state of mind and social adaptation. We must reject morbid beauty, harmful beauty treatments, and the pursuit of beauty in a herd mentality."

The sentences were full of positive guidance, but every single word was drawn in blood, crooked and slanted, making them a kind of irony no matter how you looked at them.

"Han Fei, are you sure we want to go in?" Ah Chong carried Du Jing on his back. He was a little scared when he saw the blood-written words all over the wall.

Han Fei, who was desperately dodging the doctor's attacks, had no time to pay attention to Ah Chong. When he retreated to the door of the department, he kicked Ah Chong into the department.

He then slipped into the room and rushed to close the office door before he could.

"You can't escape! We'll turn you into someone like me!" The doctor with the cleft lip kept stabbing the door with his scalpel, and Han Fei's chest heaved as he gasped for breath.

"Dr. Zhang should be in the department."

Du Jing leaned against the wall as she approached the room inside the department. Before she even entered, she heard a woman's voice coming from inside.

"You have a psychological problem called body dysmorphic disorder. It is a chronic and persistent psychological disorder, mainly characterized by excessive attention and worry about physical defects."

The woman's voice was mature, calm, and pleasant to listen to, giving one a sense of complete trust.

"Finally, we're going to meet a normal person in Building 7." Ah Chong also heard what the doctor was saying in the room; the female doctor seemed to be conducting a consultation.

"Don't be careless." Han Fei looked at the rickety department door, which seemed ready to burst in at any moment.

"Dr. Zhang Xi is mostly normal." Du Jing wasn't too sure either, so she knocked on the door gently.

"Please come in."

Only after obtaining Dr. Zhang's permission did Du Jing open the door, and everyone saw the scene inside the department.

A female doctor in a white coat sat at a clean and tidy desk, opposite a patient in a hospital gown.

"Did you need something from me?" The female doctor spoke normally, seemingly unaffected by the alienation of the world. Du Jing relaxed a little and was about to go inside to talk to Dr. Zhang when Han Fei stopped her.

"Don't go over there yet, look at that patient."

The patient sitting opposite the female doctor was trembling uncontrollably. After holding on for two or three seconds, he seemed to collapse like a building block. Even more strangely, he was still clinging to life and had not been completely destroyed.

"You're here for psychological counseling too, right?" Dr. Zhang paid no attention to the patients opposite her. She rested her chin on her hands, looked at Du Jing, and said to herself, "Are you comfortable using the prosthesis on your left leg? You always feel persistent pain in your heart. This is body dysmorphic disorder. You need to get treatment as soon as possible."

"Dr. Zhang, I'm actually more worried about my daughter than my own health," Du Jing said softly. But Dr. Zhang ignored her completely and, after giving the diagnosis, looked at A-Chong again.

"You are overly concerned about what others think of you and always resort to passive avoidance behavior. You are suffering from body dysmorphic disorder and need urgent treatment."

At first, Ah Chong thought Dr. Zhang Xi looked alright and seemed normal, but he gradually realized something was wrong.

Dr. Zhang Xi seems to see everyone as having body dysmorphic disorder, as if all his patients suffer from the same disease.

“Something’s strange.” Ah Chong pressed his swollen fingers and took a few steps back, but there was a mad doctor outside the department banging on the door, so he had nowhere to escape.

After shifting her gaze from A-Chong, Zhang Xi looked at Han Fei, her beautiful brows furrowing: "You often put yourself in a state of anxiety and self-contradiction, which is a typical case of body dysmorphic disorder. You must have always wanted to change something, right?"

Putting down her pen, Dr. Zhang Xi slowly stood up. Her upper body was covered in a white coat, while her lower body, hidden by the table, was covered in bloodstains. She looked like a blood-stained angel in red and white.

"People want to become more beautiful mostly because of physiological needs, safety needs, the need for belonging and love, the need for respect, and the need for self-actualization." Dr. Zhang Xi opened a drawer and took out a bright scalpel. She looked at Han Fei gently and said, "No matter what your need is, I will satisfy it and sculpt you into a better version of yourself."

As Dr. Zhang Xi finished speaking, Han Fei was suddenly horrified to discover that he was losing control of his body.

Zhang Xi's voice seemed to be able to wrest control of his body and manipulate his flesh and blood!
"What kind of terrifying ability is this?"

By the time Han Fei realized what was happening, Zhang Xi was already standing in front of him, her blood-stained white coat exuding a cruel beauty.

"Letter! Letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but could not make a sound; he could only shout it in his heart.

“You are close to perfect, but not perfect enough.” Zhang Xi’s scalpel pressed against Han Fei’s face. Just as she was about to make the incision, a blood-red paper figure crawled out from Han Fei’s collar, holding a crumpled letter in its hand.

The letter was unfolded, and the paper figure allowed Zhang Xi to see its contents.

Blood droplets dripped from the white coat as Zhang Xi's scalpel stopped in front of Han Fei.

As she stared at the words on the letter, it felt as if something had exploded inside her head, contorting her face and making her look extremely pained.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei discovered that he could control his body again.

He immediately distanced himself from Zhang Xi. Compared to Dr. Zhang, who could manipulate flesh and blood, the cleft-lipped doctor outside the door was clearly more adorable.

“I am your brother’s best friend. He asked me to make sure this letter is delivered to you.” Han Fei activated his master-level acting skills and secretly used his word-spelling ability: “He said he has forgotten many things, but he will never forget that you are his best sister. He knows that you have always been protecting him.”

(End of this chapter)