My Healing Games

Chapter 595 You Are Our Favorite Toy

When Han Fei opened the door to the emergency room, all the lights in the entire building went out.

All around was pitch black, and countless prayers and wishes came from deep within the walls.

Divine runes flowed, and the farewell between life and death was etched into the long corridor, and even time could not erase those cries.

The despair emanating from Han Fei slowly blended into the entire building. He looked up at the emergency room.

Names appeared on the white walls, and longing transformed into tiny chains, one end remaining in the human world, the other falling into nothingness.

Among the many memorials on the wall, Han Fei also saw a hideous and terrifying shadow.

The mutated monster, resembling a totem drawn by the ancients, is carved into the building. Its body is pierced by chains, unable to leave the hospital walls or easily enter this world of memories.

"A great calamity?"

Han Fei spoke softly, and the enormous figure in the wall seemed to hear its master's call. It tried its best to stir up waves of calamity, and the chains were tightened.

The great evil that could easily destroy the shrine encountered a "bump into a wall" in the shrine left by Fu Sheng.

Han Fei tried to move forward, but the despair in his mind was not enough to support him to continue. The chains of longing and the prayers of his soul were repelling him.

"It seems we still need to find all seven of his despairs."

Unable to force his way in, Han Fei decisively retreated.

Just as he was about to leave the corridor, Fu Yi's roar echoed in his mind.

It felt as if an iron ball had been forcibly stuffed into his skull, and he almost lost control and fell over.

A sharp pain shot through Han Fei's body, and he could feel Fu Yi spreading throughout his entire body. He slashed at himself with the Rebirth Blade, but each time he was unable to completely kill Fu Yi.

Over time, Fu Yi seemed to realize that the Rebirth Blade wouldn't truly kill Han Fei, and he became even more reckless.

"Fu Sheng's despair seems to be amplifying Fu Yi's, or rather, Fu Yi's past was Fu Sheng's greatest despair."

Han Fei swayed, and Dr. Yan, who was next to him, quickly helped him up: "You can't even touch the shrine? I think you're only a little bit away from the core of the shrine."

"I need more despair. You all need to cooperate with me to destroy those departments in Building 7." Han Fei wanted to take all the despair that Fu Sheng left in the hospital and put it into his own body to clear the child away from the pain of the past and allow him to have a new beginning.

Since he chose to help Fu Sheng, this is something he must bear.

"Now I understand. If I had chosen to destroy Fu Sheng back then, I would have become just like Fu Yi in my mind. By pushing all the despair onto Fu Sheng, I could have survived, but I would have merged with Fu Yi, become corrupt, and become a new Fu Yi."

The incident at Building 7 has caught the hospital's attention. Building 2, which was originally pitch black, has returned to normal, and more and more things are climbing out of Building 2 and heading towards Building 7.

"Hurry! We don't have much time left!"

Kicking open the door of the hair transplant center, a large clump of black hair stretched lazily, like a stagnant pool of foul-smelling water.

“My abilities are useless to it, I can’t help you.” Zhang Xi didn’t approach the hair transplant center: “It seems like the doctors in this department never come out, nobody knows what’s inside.”

"How about we go to another department first?" Ah Chong was also a little scared; humans are naturally afraid of the unknown.

"Perhaps we can use fire." Dr. Yan glanced at Qiangwei's burned face: "How about we set fire to the human oil flowing out of the liposuction center and burn the liposuction center and this pile of hair directly?"

"The fat extracted during surgery contains a lot of water, making it very difficult to ignite."

“Ordinary fire definitely won’t work, but the black fire of hatred should be fine.” Dr. Yan cut open his chest, revealing a very faint flame hidden inside him: “Zhuang Wen hid a flame of hatred inside me.”

"Where is Zhuang Wen now?" Han Fei knew that Zhuang Wen had entered the shrine world with them, but he still hadn't seen her.

"I don't know either. She probably left this tiny flame because she didn't trust me. If I did something wrong, I might be burned to death by this flame immediately." Dr. Yan smiled bitterly. "I really can't understand why someone with such bloodthirsty hatred would take such good care of you?"

"Let's go, let's try it now." Han Fei walked ahead with some difficulty. The pain in his head used to come in waves and stop on its own. But ever since Han Fei approached the shrine and activated Fu Sheng's despair, the pain had become uncontrollable, and Fu Yi began to spread wildly throughout Han Fei's body.

“Zhuang Wen? Hatred?” Rose silently memorized these words: “Is hatred terrifying?”

As he muttered to himself, Ah Chong also came over.

This somewhat eccentric player looked at Han Fei with eyes full of respect and admiration. As he passed by Rose, he reminded her, "Don't get any bad ideas. If you do anything that is detrimental to unity, don't blame me for turning my back on you. I'll stand by Han Fei unconditionally."

"Your condition has worsened again?" Rose covered her disfigured face and looked at Ah Chong with slight surprise. She hadn't expected that Ah Chong, the player with the most eccentric personality and the most unique abilities, would become Han Fei's loyal henchman in just a few days: "What did he do to you?"

Ah Chong didn't reply. He carried Du Jing on his back and jogged to Han Fei's side. He didn't dare to walk alongside Han Fei, always keeping a half-body distance behind him.

This scene left Qiangwei with a head full of questions, making her feel that Han Fei was even more unfathomable.

When the group arrived on the third floor, the corridor had completely changed. Thick, greasy substance containing various impurities had covered the floor and windows, and the air seemed to have solidified, filled with an increasingly strong stench.

"Don't come any closer."

Dr. Yan walked alone to the entrance of the liposuction center, his fingers digging into his cheek: "After leaving the shrine world, I may return to my original state. Between false beauty and cruel truth, many people do get lost."

Slide your finger down, and you'll see a scarred face beneath Dr. Yan's skin. He cuts the wound directly onto his chest.

Blood dripped heavily onto the black flames of hatred. Doctor Yan wrapped the flames with her own flesh and blood and slowly removed them.

Dr. Yan bent down and pushed open the door to the liposuction center.

A pungent stench filled the air, and several medical devices were constantly operating inside the department.

Amidst the medical equipment, a half-reclining mountain of flesh, barely recognizable as human, swung its massive arms, shoving patients and nurses into its grotesque maw.

No one knows what happened to those who were swallowed; all that can be seen are the tubes on the medical equipment piercing into the flesh mountain's body, constantly extracting fat from under its skin.

Dr. Yan walked toward the medical equipment, and when he could go no further, he carefully extended the black flame toward the mountain of flesh.

The moment the black flames touched the mountain of flesh, the giant monster's body began to tremble, the originally weak flames suddenly began to flicker, and countless cries came from the depths of the grease.

The black flames of hatred seemed to have found the perfect fuel, and in the blink of an eye, they began to burn on the monster's body!

Both Dr. Yan and the monster screamed in agony, and the entire department seemed to collapse.

Large plumes of black smoke billowed out; the black fire of hatred could directly incinerate the soul.

"Quickly drag Dr. Yan out!" Han Fei shouted.

Zhang Xi used his abilities to manipulate Dr. Yan's flesh and blood, forcibly dragging him out of the department.

The black fire spread very quickly, which even Dr. Yan himself did not expect; he had only wanted to give it a try at first.

The mountain of flesh inside the liposuction ward roared deafeningly; its body was engulfed in black flames that were impossible to extinguish.

The fire grew larger and larger, rising from the center of the department, tearing apart the pipes, overturning all the medical equipment, and trying to escape.

At this moment, it was like a giant black fireball, and wherever it went, fire would burn.

The human oil scattered on the ground was ignited, and the monster eventually collapsed into the black flames, unable to support its body.

What started as a tiny flame has grown into an out-of-control blaze in just half a minute!
Amidst the black flames radiating hatred, one could faintly hear a woman's unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

"Back off! Get off this floor!"

The fire spread very quickly, burning through the liposuction center; this layer is unlikely to have survived.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair of the Body Sculpting Liposuction Center, gained a large amount of experience, obtained the fifth of its seven despairs, and your stamina has been slightly improved."

"The fifth of the seven despairs: In order to leave, he swallowed the medicine prepared by the hospital and cooperated with the hospital's treatment. But he became more and more sleepy and confused. He knew that his illness might never be cured because his body was slowly deteriorating, and before long, he might really get sick."

Upon receiving the notification that the mission was completed, Han Fei immediately stripped off Ah Chong's security guard coat, soaked it in a lot of grease, and then stuck it into the black fire.

The black flames, which were impossible for others to approach, seemed to be intentionally avoiding Han Fei and did not harm him.

"Let's go! Back to the first floor!"

Carrying the burning black flame, Han Fei ran back to the first floor.

When they arrived on the first floor, numerous ghostly figures could already be seen outside Building 7. Those ugly, filthy things were moving rapidly toward them.

Building 2 only had a minor problem, but now someone is trying to set fire to the entire building of Building 7!

"There's no time." Han Fei opened the door of the hair transplant center, grabbed the ball of black fire, and rushed inside.

Despair, pain, and all negative emotions are the best fuel for the black fire of hatred.

Not long after, a fire broke out inside the hair transplant center.

The black hair surged and surged, but it could not extinguish the black fire. The more it struggled, the faster the black fire burned.

Seeing that the fire was getting out of control, a dwarf wearing a white coat crawled out from his black hair in a corner of the department.

His limbs have severely degenerated, and he can't even walk. He has no other choice but to run away, or he will be burned alive.

He struggled to crawl towards the door, but his body hair blocked his way, and he couldn't escape even as the black fire approached.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully broken the despair of the hair transplant center, gained a large amount of experience, acquired the sixth of his seven despairs, and your brainpower has been slightly improved."

"The sixth of the seven despairs: He gave up all struggle, he stopped resisting, became numb, and lay down amidst layers of strange gazes, burying his heart deep in darkness."

"Just one last despair." Han Fei saw the ghostly figure outside Building Seven, and he knew he didn't have much time left.

The black flames of hatred burned wildly inside the building, and a woman's laughter echoed in the flames. No one knew Zhuang Wen's whereabouts, but as the black flames burned, Han Fei felt that Zhuang Wen had not gone far. She was likely imprisoned in the "shrine" like Da Nie. Hiding a wisp of black flames of hatred in Dr. Yan's body was already the limit.

"If that's the case, then I must find a way to open the shrine door and let them in!"

Han Fei tore off his shirt, set it on fire with black flames, and then stumbled upstairs.

Six moments of despair affected Han Fei, and Fu Sheng's past experiences were like six thorny brambles that pierced his soul.

Worse still, after sensing Fu Sheng's despair, Fu Yi grew stronger and stronger.

This beast is only aggressive and fierce in front of his own family.

Fu Sheng's despair made him realize his own existence, and he became increasingly jealous of everything Han Fei possessed and resented Han Fei's alteration of fate.

With each step he treaded heavier, Han Fei grew weaker for Fu Sheng, while Fu Yi grew stronger.

During Fu Sheng's student days, Fu Yi was the source of all despair.

In the world of memories, Han Fei is like a box that locks up all despair. If he collapses and gives up, then the most desperate things in this world will be released.

Having reached this point in the shrine inheritance quest, Han Fei understood everything.

If the final enemy to be faced in the Mirror God's memory world is the mall owner, then the deepest hidden enemy in Fu Sheng's memory world is Fu Yi, which is Han Fei himself.

"I will die after paving the way for you, leaving you with a future that is not so hopeless."

Struggling to reach the seventh floor, Han Fei headed towards the last department—the Injection Cosmetic Treatment Center.

It was a very ordinary department name, and there was nothing strange about the surroundings, but both Dr. Yan and Dr. Zhang Xi looked extremely tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"This is the last room. It may be dangerous here, but the right thing must be done by someone." Han Fei entered the hospital alone, but now he has gathered a lot of support around him.

I pushed the door open, and there was only one doctor standing in the huge department.

She was completely covered up, with only her beautiful eyes showing.

Noticing someone enter, the doctor turned around, glanced at everyone indifferently, and put down the syringe in her hand.

The enormous syringe contained no medicine, only a pleading and crying face.

"Go together!"

When he had the upper hand, Han Fei never wasted words.

He set fire to the cabinet in the department with black flames, and walked inside with the scalpel in his hand. Zhang Xi stared at the female doctor and whispered to her, and her movements gradually slowed down.

The most surprising thing was Dr. Yan. His already tall body swelled up again, and his skin cracked, revealing the hideous scars from the fire.

"Since entering this hospital, I have killed quite a few doctors and patients, both openly and secretly. The skin on my body was sewn up by them. What a pity."

Dr. Yan is essentially a large-scale resentment from the deeper world, and his cruel nature is revealed the moment he opens his mouth.

The female doctor in the center of the department did not panic when she saw the three of them come over at the same time. She slowly inserted the syringe in her hand into her body.

The screams from the face inside the syringe gradually subsided. After the injection was completed, the female doctor casually placed the syringe in a medical waste bin, which already contained many used syringes.

The female doctor slowly removed her mask, revealing a flawless face. She smiled at Han Fei and said, "Fu Yi, you can't escape."

"Du Shu?" Han Fei paused in his steps. The female doctor had a face almost identical to Du Shu's, but her temperament was different from Du Shu's; she was more like a defective product.

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, the female doctor laughed and tore off her white coat, revealing Du Shu's face on her body!

"You are our favorite toy, and you will never, ever leave us!"

(End of this chapter)