My Healing Games

Chapter 594 The Most Unique Shrine

"The difficulty of this department's task lies in persuading Zhang Xi to leave and giving her a glimmer of hope. In reality, when Fu Sheng was imprisoned in the ward by Du Shu, he must have also desperately wanted to leave, right?"

After Fu Yi's death, Fu Sheng completely broke down. He was already considered a madman by those around him, and after entering this place, he encountered a doctor like Du Shu.

He was a madman in everyone's eyes, and he had no way of proving that he wasn't insane.

To the doctors and those around him, all his rebuttals and resistance seemed more like evidence that he was ill.

"I want to try my best to shatter the despair that shrouds the seven departments before midnight, but there's something strange..." Han Fei checked the system notification. After he shatters the despair that shrouds the departments, in addition to receiving a large amount of experience rewards, he will also receive something called—One of His Despairs.

This isn't a special item, nor is it a stat boost; it's more of an emotion of despair.

After Han Fei shattered the despair that enveloped the department and changed the future, the despair that was originally inflicted on Fu Sheng seemed to have been transferred directly to him.

Han Fei has not yet discovered any abnormalities in his body. In fact, even if he knew that Fu Sheng's despair would affect his body, he would still choose to continue to complete the mission.

Helping Fu Sheng change his future was the path he had chosen from the beginning.

Han Fei was also a first-time father. He didn't know how to be a good dad. He just tried his best to leave the best he could for Fu Sheng and his family.

“Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we need to find someone else.” Han Fei had finally found a doctor she could talk to, so she certainly wouldn’t let this opportunity pass: “The man’s surname is Yan. He is a doctor here. He is tall and should have just arrived here not long ago.”

"There's a doctor surnamed Yan in the burn and plastic surgery center on the sixth floor, but I'm not sure if he's the one you're looking for," Zhang Xi provided Han Fei with a crucial piece of information.

"Okay, let's go to the sixth floor now."

The group arrived in the corridor and, as they approached the stairwell, witnessed a disgusting scene.

The pale yellow slime flowed slowly on the steps. Somewhat inexplicably, the slime, which contained a lot of impurities, seemed to have its own mind as it slowly climbed upwards.

"Looks like there's been another problem at the liposuction center," Zhang Xi said casually. "Don't touch that fat, it can kill people."

"Um... Sister Zhang Xi." Ah Chong covered his swollen fingers and, mimicking Han Fei's tone, cautiously approached Zhang Xi: "I accidentally touched that yellow fluid before, and now not only is my whole hand swollen, but my arm also feels a bit numb."

Ah Chong stretched his arm out in front of Zhang Xi. His skin color had become extremely abnormal, with prominent blood vessels, and it seemed as if something white was surging inside his body.

"Sister Zhang Xi, what should I do about this situation?" Seeing that Zhang Xi was completely ignoring him, A Chong shamelessly spoke up again.

Zhang Xi finally turned to look at A-Chong and gently shook her head: "It's hopeless."

"Is there absolutely no chance?" Ah Chong's face was full of bitterness. He regretted not listening to Han Fei's advice. It was originally just a matter of cutting off a finger.

"Cheer up, let's meet up with Dr. Yan first, and then go to the liposuction center together." Han Fei gave A Chong an encouraging look: "Then we'll try to catch the doctor there and see if we can force him to tell us how to save you."

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Han!" Ah Chong knew that the hospital was very dangerous, practically a place where every step could be fatal. Under such circumstances, Han Fei did not abandon him and was willing to take the risk for him.

Ah Chong was sincerely grateful to Han Fei, and he gradually understood why someone as morbid and crazy as Han Fei was still so popular.

"Brother Han, if you ever need my help in the future, just let me know, and I will do my best to help you."

"Don't talk nonsense, stay close to me." Han Fei didn't think he had done anything particularly worthy of A Chong's gratitude; he just felt that someone as slightly eccentric as A Chong might have that kind of hobby. Most ordinary people's acts of service are simply to express their emotions, but A Chong's acts of service could be a form of identification in various senses.

Before the grease reached the fourth floor, Han Fei and his group arrived at the fifth floor. All the doors to the wards on this floor were open, except for the door to the department where the doctors were on duty, which was tightly closed.

"Limb Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department but didn't approach.

“There’s an extremely greedy person on the fifth floor. I can no longer tell whether he’s more of a doctor or a patient.” As soon as Zhang Xi finished speaking, strange noises came from all around.

It looked as if many people were scratching the floor with their fingernails, or as if several giant centipedes were crawling overhead.

"Let's go to the sixth floor first. There's no need to confront them head-on." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the mission, Han Fei discovered that killing was not the only way to accomplish it.

“Other doctors might let you leave, but that guy on the fifth floor definitely won’t.” Zhang Xi knew her colleagues in the building well. She stared coldly at the empty wards: “At night, his greed will be unleashed, and he will treat everyone who enters the fifth floor as his private property.”

The sound of fingernails scratching the ground grew louder, and Han Fei finally pinpointed the exact location of the sound.

He turned to look at the corner of the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors, where the head of an old man wearing glasses was slowly emerging.

First came the aged face, then the rough neck, and then the hands and feet. The old man crawled on the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors like a giant human centipede.

If Han Fei had blindly charged forward, he might have run right into the old man's arms.

“Dr. Wu is very greedy. He’s old and has no family. He likes to swindle money from his patients. During the day, he recommends all kinds of prosthetics and implants to his patients, and at night he splices those young and energetic limbs onto his own body.” Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu as if he were seeing a disgusted insect: “If you were to rank the doctors in the hospital according to how much you hate them, Dr. Wu would probably be number one in the patients’ minds. Almost everyone has been deceived and extorted by him.”

"I rarely judge a book by its cover, but this old man does look rather unappealing." Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade, intending to sever all the extra limbs on Dr. Wu's body.

The old man, wearing glasses, stared at Han Fei, scrutinizing him. His four arms, gripping the handrails, pointed towards Han Fei's face: "I can let you pass, but you have to do me a favor."

"I have a cure-all medicine here, you can try it. If you are satisfied, I hope you can make an exception and let us pass." Han Fei activated his master-level acting skills, showing no murderous intent whatsoever. He was wearing a doctor's white coat with his hands in his pockets.

"A cure-all?" The old man's face broke into an ugly smile, his eyes filled with greed. "Let me see!"

Using both hands and feet, he crawled across the walls and handrails like a mutated centipede, finally stopping above Han Fei's head.

"This medicine is extremely precious. I only have one pill. I hope you will keep your promise after you use it." Han Fei took his hand out of his pocket and gripped the hilt of the butcher's knife.

"A knife handle?" The old man frowned. "Where's the medicine?"

"Can't you see? Then I'll feed you myself!" Han Fei rushed forward at full speed, and the blade of life suddenly appeared. The light of humanity pierced through the old man's cheek and then slid down, slicing the old man's body in two!
The old man became wary when he saw the hilt of the knife, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became somewhat sluggish, making it impossible for him to dodge Han Fei's attack at such close range.

The massive body crashed to the ground, its countless limbs crawling on the floor.

Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily; the old man's vital point is hidden somewhere in his body, and only when that place is destroyed can he be truly freed.

"Don't stop!" Zhang Xi shouted a reminder.

Han Fei had no intention of holding back at all. He was no match for the old man in a one-on-one fight, but with Zhang Xi's help, he easily dodged the old man's attacks and slashed off all of the old man's countless hands and feet with a flurry of blows.

When the old man's arm was cleaved open from his back, bright red blood flowed out, and a black heart was attached to the arm below.

Han Fei plunged his knife in, and the medicine cured the illness instantly; the heartless old man no longer had to struggle in pain.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully broken the Despair of the Limb Reconstruction Center, gained a large amount of experience, acquired the third of its seven Despairs, and your health regeneration speed has increased."

"The third of the seven kinds of despair: His stepmother emptied the family's savings to treat his illness, and he felt like the most unsuccessful person in the world, that he was just a burden."

Having completed the mission, Han Fei didn't linger for a moment and ran straight to the sixth floor.

The corridor was quiet. Compared to the other floors, this floor was the most similar to a real hospital.

Holding the Rebirth Knife, Han Fei slowly walked to the Burn and Plastic Surgery Center. From the outside, the department looked very ordinary, with nothing unusual about it.

Reaching out to push the door open, Han Fei discovered that the department door wasn't locked at all, and the people inside seemed to know he was coming.

A faint, acrid smell filled Han Fei's nostrils. He looked into the department and saw a tall doctor busy at the operating table.

"Dr. Yan?" Han Fei activated the Rebirth Blade. As the blade flashed with human-like light, the doctor, who had been focused on the surgery, slowly turned his head, and a somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in Han Fei's field of vision.

In the deep world, Dr. Yan doesn't have her own face, and Han Fei has never known what Dr. Yan looks like, so he's a little uncertain.

"You've finally arrived." Dr. Yan looked at the Rebirth Knife in Han Fei's hand. Appearance, body, and personality can all be replaced, but only Han Fei can use the knife called Rebirth. "I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Immediately after Dr. Yan finished speaking, a system notification sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair of the Burn and Plastic Surgery Center, gained a large amount of experience, acquired the fourth of its seven types of despair, and your tolerance for negative emotions has been greatly improved."

"The fourth of the seven kinds of despair: In his deepest despair, he contemplated death, his soul plunged into flames, but what he did not know was that he had already lost even the right to die."

Dr. Yan stood up and looked at Han Fei: "We are running out of time. This world is about to be completely alienated. When that happens, everyone will be swallowed up by the shrine world and will never be able to leave."

"To leave, I must become the master of the shrine, but I don't even know where the shrine is right now." Han Fei was also somewhat helpless, as this shrine inheritance mission was quite different from the mission in the Mirror God's memory world.

"I've searched the entire hospital, and now I can roughly pinpoint the location of the shrine." Dr. Yan gave Han Fei a pleasant surprise: "However, getting there will be quite troublesome. I suspect it might require the shrine's owner from the memory world to accompany me."

"What if he can't get into this hospital?"

“Then someone carrying his obsession, regret, and despair should also be able to,” Dr. Yan said, though her tone wasn’t entirely certain.

“I am the father of the shrine’s owner, and I have shared some of his despair.” Han Fei grabbed Dr. Yan’s arm: “Take me there, I should be able to get close to the shrine.”

"You're the father of the shrine's owner?" Dr. Yan looked at Han Fei, his usually expressionless face filled with surprise. "How could that be?"

"Take me there right now! I'll explain on the way." Han Fei didn't want to waste any time.

"Okay." Dr. Yan nodded, then called out towards the operating table, "You come with me too. Other patients might come in after I leave the department."

Upon hearing Dr. Yan's voice, the patient on the operating table, whose body was covered in bandages, slowly got up. His exposed hands, calves, and cheeks were burned.

"Han Fei, I didn't expect you to know my savior." Rose's voice came from under the bandages. In order to avoid being discovered, he did not hesitate to burn parts of his body to cooperate with Doctor Yan's treatment.

Seeing that Qiangwei was also in the department, Han Fei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not show it: "You and Achong are considered to have more potential. Don't fall behind later. I will take you away together."

Han Fei still had many questions for Doctor Yan, but none of them were as important as the shrine right now.

In the world of shrine memories, the shrine is the core of everything.

"Follow me." Dr. Yan put on her work badge and led everyone out of the burn treatment department. They took the elevator to the first floor of Building 7.

After stepping out of the elevator car, Dr. Yan stopped at the corner of the first-floor corridor.

He looked down at the long corridor where the emergency room was located, his heart heavy.

“The shrine is right there.”

The empty corridor was devoid of anything except for the cold lights.

"Are you sure?" Ah Chong's eyes widened. "How come I can't see it?"

The pale light shone on the pale white walls.

Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, and he slowly walked towards the emergency room.

With each step taken, the lights dimmed.

The previously quiet image of Fu Yi in his mind suddenly began to struggle violently.

Dizzy and lightheaded, Han Fei began to bleed from his mouth and nose, and the further he went, the weaker he became.

Fu Sheng's despair weighed on him, and countless negative emotions surged towards him, but he still did not stop.

Every step I took felt incredibly heavy, and the pressure inside me was almost unbearable. This short corridor seemed to hold all the hardships of my life, as if I could never finish walking through it.

I was having trouble breathing, and my eyes were inexplicably filled with tears.

Han Fei vaguely heard a faint crying sound, as if someone was calling his name.

Taking the final step, Han Fei stood in front of the emergency room door.

The despair that belonged to Fu Sheng in his mind suffocated him, and the crazed Fu Yi desperately tried to take over his body, but none of this could stop Han Fei.

Slowly raising his arm, Han Fei forcefully pushed open the emergency room door; the hospital's answer lay here.

All the lights in Building 7 went out instantly!
Prayers filled with sobs emanated from the walls, as countless souls made their wishes with desperate cries.

They tried their best to hold on, hoping to beg the gods for even just one more second.

As the dirge began, divine runes appeared in the corridor.

Looking at Han Fei standing at the entrance of the emergency room, and gazing at the souls etched in her memory that would never fade away, Dr. Yan sighed softly.

As a doctor, he knew that the corridor outside the hospital emergency room had heard more devout prayers than the statues of gods; it was the shrine of the world of memories.

(End of this chapter)