My Healing Games

Chapter 599 The Goddess's Table

The wife looked with immense worry at the hospital not far away, gazing at the night sky that had turned blood red.

"Where are you?"

She gripped her phone tightly in her palm; the number she could never get through to was the only connection she had with Han Fei.

Compared to the ghosts and monsters in the hospital, she seemed ordinary and insignificant. But even so, she did not back down, taking one step at a time, approaching the hospital that had been completely mutated.

As his wife walked through the gate and entered the hospital, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it were being torn apart.

An indescribable hatred welled up from the bottom of my heart, like a flame burning in my chest.

Terrifying scenes flashed through my mind, and all the memories I had forcibly forgotten and tried not to think about were awakened.

The dust called time was blown away by hatred, and all the pain was like a knife that had just pierced the heart.

Blood dripped down the wound, and deep red blood vessels appeared in the wife's worried eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this."

She pressed her chest and slowly collapsed to the ground, her mind completely consumed by the despair of the past.

She overheard Fu Yi talking on the phone with another woman, and then bumped into him shopping with someone else at the mall. The woman was even wearing the same dress as her.

Working overtime, working overtime, not going home for dinner, entertaining clients, not going home tonight...

All the words seemed like some kind of spell, lingering in the wife's ears.

She unconsciously wanted to cover her ears, and her purplish lips trembled slightly.

In this world, she was the one who loved Fu Yi the most, and also the one who was hurt the most by Fu Yi.

A woman who was willing to give Fu Yi chance after chance eventually picked up a sharp knife in the dead of night.

She still remembers everything that happened that night. She helped her drunken husband into the bedroom, changed his clothes as usual, and endured the pungent smell of alcohol and perfume emanating from him.

This kind of life repeated itself day after day. She rehearsed for many nights in order to pick up that sharp knife.

But when she was consumed by hatred and came to the bedroom with a knife, she changed her mind because of his thank you.

Even as hatred surged through her body, the wife remained somewhat lucid. In the past month alone, during her many years of marriage, she felt as if she were truly alive and experiencing what people called happiness.

As she pressed her hand against her chest, she slowly tightened her grip, recalling all the hatred buried deep within her heart, but she could not forget the first night she met Han Fei.

That mumbled thank you was something she had never heard before, despite years of hard work and dedication to this family.

From that very first sentence, the wife felt as if her husband had become a completely different person.

Subsequent life events further confirmed her suspicions.

After a long day, no matter what he encountered outside, he always returned home with a smile on his face, as if the door of his house had a magical power that could automatically keep all bad emotions out.

He cooks, plays with the children, and is willing to listen to them. He can stand tall and support the family, and he can also kneel down and love everyone in the family patiently and equally.

The story's ending seemed predetermined; the mistakes he made would eventually have to be made up for. But he didn't give up. Every day, he struggled to change things, wanting to use his small body to stop the wheel of fate.

His wife kept watching him; she was truly touched by happiness, but at that moment she also realized that the husband in front of her was not the husband she used to have.

A strange, beautiful, and stubborn soul has taken up residence in a familiar yet loathed body.

"I..." Her fingertips cut her skin, and her eyes were completely filled with hatred, but she did not lose her reason.

Blood flowed from her heart, staining her clothes red. The wife rose amidst boundless hatred, looking at the utterly corrupted hospital, and said, "We'll go home together."

Walking on the ground that felt like human skin, touching the large scars on the walls, the wife's gaze fell on some kind of building deep inside the hospital.

She walked through the dark corridors, her hatred churning within her growing stronger, but that hatred had no effect on her at all.

Her eyes were almost entirely bloodshot, yet they also held a rare hint of tenderness.

The hospital, now without an owner, could not stop the approach of hatred. The wife walked through the patient transport corridor and stopped in front of the completely alienated Building No. 7.

Black flames engulfed the entire building, and under the scorching heat of the flames, Building No. 7 had completely changed its shape.

The floors were filled with wailing souls, and dirges, prayers, and desperate screams echoed amidst the flames. The deepest part of the hospital building resembled a giant shrine.

"are you here?"

The wife was not afraid of the black fire; she lowered her head and walked into the building.

As she approached the building, the woman standing on the rooftop jumped off!

Black flames enveloped her body, activating all the death curses circulating throughout the woman's body.

The clash of hatred seemed to be some kind of signal, and all those different kinds of hatred erupted!
Among them was hatred born of possessiveness and a desire to dominate, hatred distorted by intense love, and hatred stemming from a sense of injustice for their daughter's tragic fate.

In this alienated world, extreme hatred is the most terrifying force. And no one could have imagined that such intense hatred would gather in a completely alienated hospital!

With just one collision, the night sky above the hospital was torn apart, and the earth, transformed into flesh and blood, collapsed downwards.

The woman who jumped from the high-rise building couldn't stop so much hatred at once. She wasn't injured simply because the target of that hatred wasn't her, but the building behind her.

Building No. 7, which resembled a giant shrine, was punched with a huge hole, and countless pieces of flesh were torn apart. All the hatred could be seen in the long corridor outside the emergency room.

Chains twisted and coiled along the long corridor, carrying the hopes of all living beings as they burrowed into the darkness below.

All the hatred in the hospital witnessed this scene. They walked down the corridor and into the emergency room.

Looking at the massive, collapsing pit, at the countless souls buried beneath the hospital, and at the innumerable chains.

The wife was the first to go over. She reached out and grabbed the chains on the ground, pulling them up along with the prayers and the divine symbols!
Pierced by countless chains and falling in despair, Han Fei paused for a moment, his descent slowing down slightly.

Not far from his wife, a gaunt woman dressed in red stood at the doorway. She looked at the shattered statue of Du Shu, and after a long silence, she also reached out and grabbed a chain.

"Team leader, why have you been avoiding me lately?" The woman with tattered glasses lay on the edge of the pit, smiling sweetly, before grabbing a chain with both hands.

"I don't mind sharing him with you, but I have to be the one to break him up." The roaring chainsaw cut through the chains that were surging into the ground, its passionate motion resembling the first stirrings of love.

The woman, covered in death curses, looked around in confusion; the encirclement and dismemberment she had imagined had not yet materialized.

After a moment's hesitation, the woman, covered in death curses, also grabbed the chains on the ground.

Blood-red arms, filled with boundless hatred, grasped the chains that symbolized hope.

The maniacal laughter that yearns to become a god absorbs the despair of the entire shrine's memory world.

Han Fei, who only wanted to leave behind some beautiful memories for those around him, was given the most precious hope in the world by seven people filled with hatred.

Blood pierced the night sky, and Han Fei, who had endured the despair of the entire shrine world, did not continue to fall.

The maniacal laughter was drawing the despair from the shrine into the Crimson Orphanage. Fu Yi and Han Fei's main consciousnesses were completely locked in a fierce struggle, oblivious to what was happening outside.

Han Fei's flesh and blood have been basically taken over by Fu Yi, and now only his heart and a small part of his brain have not been spread by Fu Yi.

Once Fu Yi has fully taken over the body, Han Fei's consciousness will likely dissipate, and Fu Yi will take over the broken body again.

If Fu Yi hadn't burst into maniacal laughter midway through, he might have already succeeded, and he would now be the one to shatter the shrine and become the new god.

Unfortunately, the maniacal laughter not only bought Han Fei enough time, but also imprinted the Great Calamity into the ghost pattern. As long as Han Fei's consciousness is about to dissipate, he can activate the Great Calamity and instantly burst this body.

He might not be able to win, but if he loses, he will definitely drag Fu Yi down with him. This is the open conspiracy behind the maniacal laughter.

More and more chains wrapped around Han Fei, and as those chains pierced into Han Fei's body, the hospital's underground area, which had been covered by chains, slowly revealed its true form.

Besides the countless souls, the hospital's underground is also filled with a large number of faces filled with despair.

Their meager beauty was taken away by Du Shu, depriving them even of the qualifications to become medicine, and they could only be abandoned in the boundless darkness.

Once the last chain was wrapped around Han Fei, the secret deepest underground in the hospital was exposed to everyone.

Below Building No. 7 lies an abyss of despair, a place shrouded in darkness, seemingly symbolizing Fu Sheng's ultimate fate.

Fu Sheng found the black box in his deepest despair; the hospital's final truth was that Fu Sheng saw the black box.

On the surrounding walls, fragments of faces kept falling off, numb human faces being crushed as they fell into the abyss.

At this moment, Han Fei was unaware of what was happening outside. His body had transformed into a ball encased in chains, with countless chains constantly rotating and tightening until it stopped in mid-air.

Seven women, each driven by different kinds of hatred, dragged the chains, but only the wife genuinely wanted to save Han Fei.

As the situation at Building 7 reached a stalemate, an unmanned police car silently pulled up in front of Building 1.

The car door opened, and a large amount of glass shards fell to the ground. A woman with a perfect figure and appearance stepped out of the police car.

She stood barefoot on the shards of glass, each shard reflecting her face.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't taken so long."

The woman angrily rebuked the face in the mirror, then looked at the hospital, which had been completely distorted; her once perfect face slowly twisted.

Stepping into the plastic surgery hospital, the woman's body begins to undergo a profound transformation; she seems to be inextricably linked to the entire hospital, as if she were its very heart.

All the blood was rushing towards her, and transparent threads were emerging from the bodies of the doctors, patients, and staff in the hospital. The fate of everyone who had taken the "medicine" was now intertwined with that of this perfect woman.

When the woman returned, all the patients who had taken the "medicine" left the ward.

In a ward in Building 2, the disfigured female student raised her head. Her expression was numb from the "medicine" she had just taken, and she sat up from the bed as if sleepwalking.

She twisted her neck, as if she heard a shout, and suddenly threw off the blanket, desperately trying to leave the ward.

The teacher accompanying the patient was suffering from the torment of hatred. She did not want to have any further contact with Fu Yi, but the student she was looking after was pulled by the rope of fate. After running out of the ward, she headed straight for Building No. 7.

Why are you going near that place too? Near that man?

Screams erupted, and a new hatred pierced through hearts and the sky.

Du Shu, who had just stepped out of the police car, also noticed the hatred in his eyes, which were filled with rage.

"He belongs exclusively to me, and no one can take him away from me! Not even his corpse!"

If Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital is a palace made of flesh and blood, then Du Shu is the master of the palace. She runs through flesh and blood, and everything makes way for her.

Gazing at the collapsing Building No. 7, Du Shu was instantly consumed by hatred. She screamed hysterically and rushed into the emergency room with an impulse to destroy everything.

Her idol was shattered, and even the base of the idol collapsed, leaving only an abyss of despair beneath Building No. 7.

"you!"

Du Shu reached out and grabbed the chains on the ground. She wanted to become the source of all the chains again. Only by fully merging with them could she control all despair and continue to be the goddess in this world of memories.

As Du Shu grasped the chains, tiny shards of mirror fell from her hair, and a faint trace of hatred appeared once more!

Sensing the aura of the shrine's core, the faceless woman who had been hiding emerged from behind Du Shu. Half of her body merged with Du Shu's, but she was unable to completely possess Du Shu.

Dozens of meters away from Du Shu, Teacher Liu held down her student's body. She didn't know how to remove the "medicine." In order to prevent her student from being harmed and devoured by Du Shu, she followed the life rope into Building No. 7.

Another pair of blood-red hands grabbed the chains, and ten streams of hatred gathered around Building No. 7!
Soaring resentment tore through the night sky, and Han Fei, who had sunk into the abyss of despair, was slowly dragged up!
The dense chains binding him were forcibly pulled off, restoring his vision from being obscured by the chains.

Han Fei and Fu Yi, who were frantically tearing at each other's will, both opened their eyes. Amidst the hysterical laughter, they both saw ten people filled with hatred gathered in Building No. 7.

The chains in their hands pierced through Han Fei's body, and none of the ten women were willing to let go, each of them having their own reasons for not letting go.

In the confined space, intense and irreconcilable hatred began to clash.

As the chainsaw roared, love rushed towards Han Fei first!

Han Fei, his body pierced by several chains, lay on the shattered base of the statue. He was completely unable to move, just like a dish placed on a dining table.

Barely opening his eyes, Han Fei looked around and saw ten streams of frenzied hatred rushing towards him.

The smile on his lips slowly froze. It wasn't until he realized he could sense the presence of the Great Evil again that Han Fei suddenly realized that the maniacal laughter had returned to the blood-red orphanage with the collected despair.

Fu Yi in his mind suddenly went silent, and Han Fei lay alone on the dining table where his wife, ex-wife, and girlfriends were sitting.

Han Fei pursed his dry lips, unable to speak.

With a focused mind, Han Fei could no longer sense the maniacal laughter and Fu Yi; all he could feel was Da Nie's indescribable excitement.

It was so excited it was practically dying on the spot; the scene was just too much for it!

(End of this chapter)