My Healing Games

Chapter 597 Laughter and Fu Yi

After Han Fei received Fu Sheng's last act of despair, a special connection seemed to form between him and the entire hospital.

In his eyes, the hospital, which was dedicated to saving lives and pursuing perfect cures, had become a giant spider's nest.

Countless ropes of despair entangled his body, and the threads of fate clung to his soul. No matter how far he ran, he could not escape the pain left to him by the plastic surgery hospital.

"Fate is predetermined, and no one can escape the shackles of destiny."

Fu Yi continuously absorbed Fu Sheng's despair, which spread and split wildly within Han Fei's body.

Fu Yi, who used to only appear in Han Fei's brain, has now appeared in all of Han Fei's internal organs, and even in every drop of blood, there is Fu Yi's disgusting voice.

The changes inside his body have already affected his appearance; even a normal person can see with the naked eye that Han Fei's skin is beginning to swell.

“Go back to the first floor…” Han Fei turned to look at Zhang Xi and said with difficulty.

He is now unable to control his body properly. His limited will not only has to bear Fu Sheng's despair, but also has to fight against Fu Yi.

Zhang Xi had already sensed Han Fei's pain, and she used her abilities to control Han Fei to move downstairs.

The elevator in Building 7 was no longer usable. Black flames burned recklessly, consuming the negative emotions that had accumulated within the building over the years. The countless screams turned into a woman's laughter. Everyone standing in Building 7 seemed to be able to hear her curse, as if being touched by her would mean certain death.

The entire hospital was in chaos, but in Han Fei's view, this was just the beginning.

The ghosts that emerged from underground also entered Building Seven, but they were trapped by the black fire and were temporarily unable to get close to Han Fei.

The group successfully returned to the corridor in front of the emergency room. The remaining path can only be traversed by Han Fei, who has been recognized by the shrine.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Dr. Zhang Xi and Dr. Yan grabbed Han Fei's shoulders. Both of these doctors had seen a great many patients and were very experienced. At this moment, they both saw a strong sense of death on Han Fei's face, so they were very worried.

"Use your talent to help me. As long as we can open the shrine, there is still a chance."

It's possible that Fu Yi's innate talent came into play again, as Zhang Xi's gift greatly helped Han Fei.

He didn't need to focus on controlling his own flesh and blood; he simply had Zhang Xi stand outside the corridor and control him as he was taken to the emergency room.

Step by step forward, as Han Fei entered the long corridor of life and death, divine patterns and prayers appeared beneath his feet.

A mournful elegy, filled with reluctance, was played, and unfamiliar names began to appear on the hospital walls and floor, together paving a road forward.

The hospital walls before him were increasingly resembling the inner walls of a shrine. The clanging of chains reached his ears, and it sounded as if something inside the emergency room was struggling and calling out to Han Fei.

"I'm sorry, that's all I can take you." Zhang Xi was at her limit. She looked much older, with wrinkles around her eyes and her lips cracked, bleeding black blood.

She used her special ability to send Han Fei to the emergency room. Once there, the connection between her and Han Fei had become very weak.

Although they could see each other, it was as if there was an invisible abyss of despair between them.

It took Han Fei a good ten seconds to stand still at the entrance of the emergency room.

After coming here a second time and experiencing Fu Sheng's complete despair, he finally understood just how much pain Fu Sheng had been in back then.

"die!"

"Why are you meddling in other people's business! Everything has already been settled, yet you insist on giving him false hope!"

"You never truly loved him! I see your selfish soul! You were just using him!"

"Stop resisting! Give me your body!"

Fu Yi, the source of Han Fei's consciousness, had spread throughout his body, creating a vicious cycle. Fu Yi grew stronger and stronger, while Han Fei grew weaker and weaker.

I am slowly losing control of my body. Every organ in my body feels like it is being stabbed. My whole body is swollen and painful, as if it will explode at any moment.

Something was bulging under his skin, and Han Fei tremblingly forced himself to raise his hand.

He grabbed the emergency room door, gritted his teeth, and tried with all his might to push it open.

At the same time, all the despair from Fu Sheng converged in Han Fei's mind, forming a picture entirely composed of despair.

Young Fu Sheng, carrying a backpack with a picture of his mother on his back, stood alone at the entrance of the emergency room.

The pale light overhead illuminated his youthful face as he waited helplessly until the doctor's shouts and hurried footsteps echoed from the emergency room.

Knowing nothing about anything, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he forcefully pushed his hands forward!
As despair coalesced, Han Fei used his last strength to push forward.

The despair in his mind, along with Han Fei in the corridor, opened the door to the emergency room.

Young Fu Sheng saw his deceased mother lying on the hospital bed, seemingly asleep.

Han Fei, the father, entered the emergency room and saw the shrine located in the center of the room.

All the chains and divine runes converged at the focal point of Fu Sheng and Han Fei's gazes. At the place where all the scenes of despair and the world of memories intersected, stood a faceless statue.

"it is mine!"

Fu Yi unleashed all his hidden power, almost instantly shattering Han Fei's reason. Pain surged like a flood crashing against Han Fei's soul.

The blood vessels under his skin began to rupture, and a large number of blood spots appeared on his body surface. His whole body looked like a toy being crushed bit by bit, and his bones and flesh were gradually becoming deformed.

Han Fei was very close to the faceless statue, but those few meters seemed like an insurmountable distance for him.

Han Fei stood at the doorway inside the emergency room, while Fu Sheng, from the despairing scene in his mind, also stood by the door. He looked at his emaciated mother on the hospital bed; those few steps separated life and death.

In the painting of despair, Fu Sheng and Han Fei in the emergency room struggle to move forward, but after taking only one step, they both collapse to their knees.

My body felt like it had lost all its strength, and the pain that had accumulated in my chest felt like it was about to explode inside me.

Young Fu Sheng did not stand up again. Boundless despair crushed him. He stared blankly at his mother, whom he could not wake up no matter what he did.

Overwhelmed by Fu Yi and despair, Han Fei's body rapidly deteriorated, and he collapsed in front of the statue.

However, unlike Fu Sheng, Han Fei still did not give up even at this point.

He pressed his five fingers to the ground, supporting his upper body. No matter how much pain he felt, no matter how miserable his fate would be, Han Fei did not want to lose to Fu Sheng, and he did not want to hand over this body to that beast again.

Is it time to say goodbye?

Han Fei wasn't really ready yet, but he wanted to stay in this world a little longer, watch Fu Sheng and Fu Tian grow up, and bring more joy to Fu Yi.

He was an orphan, so he didn't want his children to end up like him!
The blood-stained phone fell to the ground, and Han Fei seemed to have figured out what he needed to do.

In this world, many times what we think of as saying goodbye is a good hug, wishing each other well, and taking enough time to leave enough memories.

But in reality, farewells in this world are very hasty; it may just be a turn of the head, and once you come back, you can never see each other again.

With his diseased fingers, Han Fei skillfully found his home phone number and pressed the dial button.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and his wife's voice came from the other end: "When are you getting home? I've prepared the meal for you; you just need to heat it up."

Black blood was flowing from Han Fei's mouth and nose. He couldn't say anything more, and after opening his lips several times, he finally managed to say, "Be careful of Du Shu, and don't let Fu Sheng get close to the plastic surgery hospital."

Without any sadness about life or death, Han Fei hung up the phone after giving his instructions.

He knew he had reached his limit and was prepared to lose everything.

Now Han Fei was about to do one last thing. He stirred up the memories in his mind, piecing together all the blood-red images.

As his mind turned red, a maniacal laugh echoed from the depths of his brain.

"I said I would kill you no matter what, even if it meant mutual destruction." Han Fei stared at Fu Yi, whose image was still spreading in his mind, and revealed a cruel smile: "From the moment I became you, you no longer had the right to return to this body!"

Chains of memory were stretched taut, and a huge wave surged in the blood-red mind, as if the entire ocean was rising!

Without the obstruction of good and evil souls, the blood-red orphanage buried deep in Han Fei's mind slowly emerged.

Han Fei's eyes were instantly filled with killing intent. He released all the restrictions in his mind, no longer bearing Fu Sheng's despair, but instead actively began to absorb Fu Sheng's despair into his own mind.

The despair that permeated the entire hospital's shrine was poured into the Crimson Orphanage. The long-lost sound of bells rang out from the dilapidated, blood-red building. The blood-red color, frozen by time, began to melt. The figure trapped in the orphanage let out a hysterical laugh, as if he was slowly breaking free from the Crimson Orphanage.

Han Fei's lips slowly curled up, then he revealed an exaggerated smile, becoming just like the figure in the Crimson Orphanage.

All emotion vanished from his eyes, leaving only the purest madness.

Han Fei entered the memory world and assumed Fu Yi's identity, possessing Fu Yi's body. Trying to compete with Fu Yi for the body that originally belonged to him in the memory world was inherently difficult.

Reaching into his pocket, Han Fei, his face contorted with madness, pulled out the blood-red paper figure.

He gazed at the paper figure's beautiful face and the curses dripping from its body, then stuffed the blood-red paper figure into his mouth.

Tear and swallow!
He ate all the blood and curses on the paper figure, and he let the fragments of the paper figure spread all over his sick body.

Fu Yi, whose body was spreading wildly, was still struggling to regain control of his body. Han Fei, with a ferocious expression, didn't care about Fu Yi at all. He manipulated the fragments of the blood-red paper figure, forcing this cursed object to support itself.

The faceless statue was right in front of him. Seeing Han Fei stand up again, Fu Yi spread the energy even more desperately.

But at this moment, Kuangxiao did not walk towards the statue. He seemed to know that the blood-red paper figure could not support him to walk very far.

The maniacal laugh, which possessed an astonishing ability to judge everything, took a step back and reached out to touch the body of the Great Evil on the wall.

A look of surprise appeared in those crimson eyes. Han Fei's first-level shrine ability, Soul Mist, was triggered. As his life force plummeted, the mist emanating from his soul merged into the hospital walls.

The dirges and prayers in the mist grew weaker, and the maniacal laughter seemed to have grasped something!
The ghostly markings on Han Fei's back slowly lit up, and the ugly and terrifying giant cat ghost curled up deep within the markings, whimpering softly, its eyes filled with fear.

The maniac's target wasn't Nine Lives; he was pulling at the Great Evil, who was imprisoned by the shrine, and he wanted to stuff the Great Evil into the ghostly pattern!
Almost the instant the Great Evil and the Ghostly Mark touched, the skin on Han Fei's back exploded, and Fu Yi, whose skin was spreading wildly, was also startled and paused for a moment.

Then an even more terrifying scene unfolded. The ghostly patterns seemed to be injected with the most vicious poison in the world, turning into bright black streaks that then cut directly into Han Fei's flesh.

The divine runes and chains throughout the emergency room began to shake, and the enormous body of the Great Evil was being pulled little by little into Han Fei's ghost runes!
It seemed that he sensed Han Fei's presence, and the feeling of being infinitely close to death drove Da Nie mad.

It struggled desperately, moving towards where Han Fei was.

As the chains snapped one by one, the Great Evil's half of body was forcibly stuffed into the Ghost Mark by the Mad Laughter!

At this moment, Han Fei was covered in blood. He would not leave Fu Yi with a complete body; he wanted to reshape it.

The Great Evil excitedly approached Han Fei, but when it got really close to Han Fei, it suddenly realized something.

This fearless monster, who even dared to steal offerings from the shrine, actually tried to escape for the first time ever.

It was certain that the man laughing wildly in front of it was not its master!
The Great Evil tried to escape, but it was too late; its body was forced into the Ghost Pattern by the Mad Laughter.

The ghost pattern Ying Yue drew for Han Fei could only withstand medium-sized resentment at most. The current great calamity has exceeded this threshold. If this continues, the great calamity may be injured, and Han Fei may even die.

The chilling soul poison flowed across Han Fei's body. After the original ghost patterns dissipated, the soul poison would create new black ghost patterns on Han Fei.

The ghostly patterns, mixed with Han Fei's flesh and blood and the Great Evil Soul Poison, were incredibly terrifying; even Han Fei himself couldn't withstand them.

Fu Yi in Han Fei's mind was also frightened. He only wanted to take over his body, but the madman wanted everything in that body to be completely destroyed.

A perfectly healthy body is now filled with fragments of cursed paper figures, and the soul poison flowing in its veins is more abundant than the blood itself!

Fu Yi is now unable to fight for control of the body. Even if he were to gain complete control, what would happen to the pile of paper scraps remaining inside? How would he deal with the soul poison?

The idea behind the maniacal laughter was incredibly simple: I may not be able to regain control of my body, but I can stuff other things into it, making it impossible for you to control it either.

His already diseased flesh and blood were further ravaged by the soul poison, causing Han Fei's soul to distort in pain, yet he wore a wild laugh on his face.

It took a full three minutes for the maniac to finally stuff the Great Evil completely into the Ghost Pattern.

At this moment, Han Fei's body was a bloody mess, with only the dark, dangerous ghost patterns remaining on his body.

The Great Evil was extremely loyal to Han Fei. It liked Han Fei, who was covered in deathly aura, but it did not want Han Fei to actually die.

When it entered the Ghost Mark, it did its best to shrink itself, worried sick about its master's safety.

Finally, with the combined efforts of Kuangxiao and Danie, the new black ghost pattern stabilized.

No one could have imagined that Han Fei would still have a heartbeat after the ghost mark was forcibly branded onto him; this was practically a miracle in the world of the shrine's memories.

(End of this chapter)