My Healing Games

Chapter 712 The First Healing Personality

The aura emanating from the Great Evil was so terrifying that everyone thought Han Fei was a freeloader, relying on the power of a dog.

Han Fei didn't care about other people's opinions. He waited until the dean was completely paralyzed before summoning the Blade of Rebirth!
A dazzling light flashed by in an instant, like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the abyss, or a shooting star streaking across the night sky. The Rebirth Slaughtering Blade's ability to slay all evil spirits was enough to instill fear in any blood-stained thug.

The dean's body was easily pierced through. Before it could even react, its skull, which was protected by layers of armor, fell off to the left and right, and the cocoon deeply embedded in its brain was also shattered.

Although the Great Evil is terrifying, Han Fei possesses the sharpest butcher's blade. He only needs the right opportunity to slay all the demons driven by hatred.

The dean, now powerless to resist, was swallowed whole by the Great Evil. The monsters with their bellies split open were gradually suppressed. Han Fei proceeded steadily, advancing inward little by little. He not only wanted to become stronger himself, but also to teach those special citizens how to survive in this city, making them new sparks of hope.

Ghosts awaken, the deep world merges, and a new era demands new rules.

In just three hours, Han Fei took over Meng's organ factory. He found all the patients' information in the director's office. Meng had sewn her own body into the bodies of some patients, letting them hide in various corners of the city, trying to conceal herself in the crowd in this way.

It was indeed difficult to completely kill Meng, but Han Fei had his own countermeasures. He distributed the data and information to all the survivors and summoned all the water ghosts hidden in the lake to carry out the "cure" of those patients.

"The water ghosts and the survivors can cooperate with each other, and it is possible for humans and ghosts to coexist."

After inspecting the organ factory, Han Fei entered the delivery room directly below the morgue. The mothers of the babies all looked at Han Fei with great vigilance. They were capable of doing anything to protect their children.

"I recognize him! He's a criminal wanted by the whole city!" A woman who had just given birth a few days ago pointed at Han Fei and shouted. Her expression was terrified, and she even picked up a fruit knife next to her.

Han Fei did not deny it; he looked at the large lock on the delivery room door.

These pregnant women were brought here to give birth several weeks in advance. The director provided them with the most comfortable environment and the most advanced auxiliary equipment. The entire delivery room and the pregnant women's living area were very well built.

Outside the door, the organ factory continuously produces evil and bloodshed, while inside, the place where pregnant women and newborns reside is warm and comfortable, like a man-made paradise.

If the deeper world hadn't begun to merge with reality and caused various strange phenomena to appear, they might not have realized just how dangerous this place was.

"I came to save you, and you point a knife at me? Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Time was limited, and Han Fei didn't offer much explanation. He entered the house with a butcher's knife in hand and used the secret technique of touching the depths of the soul to examine each baby.

"The dream has taken away all the patients' beautiful memories from so many years, so it should have already created the body it wanted." After checking the entire room, Han Fei found nothing unusual.

Scanning the faces of the mothers, Han Fei glanced unconsciously in a certain direction when she made eye contact with one of them.

"The wardrobe?" In Han Fei's mind, the wardrobe was a very special piece of furniture. Butterfly's entire childhood was buried there, and his best friend Huang Ying also died countless times in the wardrobe due to Butterfly's persecution.

As Han Fei walked towards the wardrobe, he had just taken a step when his mother, whose health had recovered fairly well, blocked his way: "What do you want to do?"

"Save all of you, that's all."

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Uncle Ying, who was buried deep in the organ factory, staggered over. He was covered in wounds, but strangely, those wounds were healing at an extremely fast speed: "Don't misunderstand! He really came to help us!"

Han Fei had never met Uncle Ying before, but Uncle Ying was very enthusiastic in explaining to Han Fei that Uncle Ying only sought to do things in accordance with his own conscience.

“The hospital isn’t protecting you at all. The director wants to cultivate a perfect baby. In his eyes, all of you are just tools. Once you lose your usefulness, you’ll be locked up in the organ processing plant next door. Haven’t you noticed that all the pregnant women who left have lost contact with us? They didn’t leave the hospital; they left this world!” Uncle Ying handed over a lot of evidence he had found to the pregnant women, and the survivors also brought out the clues they had found in the organ factory.

Even with the evidence laid bare, some people still refuse to believe it; they've lived in a false dream for too long and find it hard to accept.

"Get out of the way."

Han Fei walked to the wardrobe, chopped open the door with his butcher's knife, and inside the wardrobe, which was filled with clean clothes, hid a pale-faced woman holding a cute baby in her arms.

Unlike other children, this baby was born with butterfly-wing-like patterns on the back of his head, neck, and spine. The patterns were so beautiful and dazzling that he seemed like a creation of God, breathtakingly beautiful.

The most perfect works of art in the world are not even a tenth of his, and Han Fei admired his innate perfection for a long time.

“The butterfly pattern extends from the back of the head, like outstretched wings, spreading down the spine. What is the relationship between this child and the butterfly?” Han Fei stared at the woman. She was frail and pitiful, holding her child tightly and protecting him with her body. The mother’s selfless and pure love filled her body, allowing the newborn to feel the first warmth of the world.

"Dream collected all the patients' beautiful memories and happy past experiences just to create such a child? Judging from the result, he should have succeeded." Han Fei shifted his gaze from the mother and child in the wardrobe and looked at a document at the woman's feet. The hospital wanted to raise the child together with the woman. They planned to send the child to a certain place in the future and call him Number Three.

"Number three is Butterfly? The Butterfly I killed was incredibly ugly, born like a monster, despised by everyone. But this child is handsome and incredibly cute, only those butterfly-like birthmarks are a bit creepy." Han Fei silently recited the number. Fu Sheng's memory shrine buried the secrets of the past. Exploring this city was like unraveling the threads of the world.

"This child is perfect and innocent, but he is, after all, a shell that the butterfly has prepared for itself."

Han Fei knew about Butterfly's past. If Child Number Three was Butterfly, then before Dream was resurrected through his body, he should have possessed all perfection.

Only after the dream completed the ritual did Number Three transform into that universally hated monster.

The dream once robbed the butterfly of all its beauty, and later the butterfly followed in the dream's footsteps, robbing others of their beauty, allowing that sin and despair to continue.

"The best course of action now is to kill him."

With the blade raised upwards, everyone, including Uncle Ying, rushed over to stop Han Fei.

"Hey! Don't be impulsive!"

"It's still just a child!"

As the blade flashed, Han Fei, filled with killing intent, did not unleash his full power.

The Rebirth Blade ultimately struck the back of the newborn's head. The blade, composed entirely of humanity, did not harm the infant; it merely shattered the butterfly tattoo.

A scream that didn't belong to the baby rang out, and the butterfly tattoo on the baby's body shattered. Fragments of memories containing all kinds of beautiful emotions flew in all directions, forming a pair of huge, dreamlike wings in the air.

Normally, the Great Evil doesn't like the beauty of this world, but those memories still bear traces of dreams, so it habitually opens its mouth and swallows all the beauty that the dream prepared for it.

The Great Evil of the past was the ultimate evil; its very existence was a natural disaster. It wished Han Fei to teeter on the brink of death every day, constantly emanating an aura of death and misfortune.

But after it tore apart and swallowed the dreamlike, colorful butterflies in the air, a touch of color seemed to appear in its chaotic and evil soul.

These positive qualities are not enough to change its nature, but they will give it more possibilities and make it a more special existence.

When Han Fei struck, everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they only breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the newborn was still alive.

Xiao He and the other survivors came to take care of the pregnant women, while Han Fei stared at the newborn in the wardrobe.

In Fu Sheng's shrine of memories, Han Fei disrupted the dream's ritual, but in reality, the dream was successfully resurrected, though it is unknown which ritual it chose.

Han Fei had a bad feeling. The process of disrupting the resurrection ritual went smoothly. Although he encountered dangers such as water monsters and the corpse pit of the plastic surgery hospital, he managed to turn danger into safety by relying on his unique skills.

“These eight rituals didn’t feel like a resurrection ceremony prepared for me by a dream; it felt more like some kind of force was driving me to experience them.”

Han Fei summoned Yan Le and used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to check her again. He could confirm that there was nothing wrong with Yan Le and all the dead souls on her. She was not deliberately arranged by the dream. However, it was undeniable that Han Fei was initially attracted to the Paradise Family by Yan Le.

From the first ceremony to the sixth ceremony, Han Fei regained many things. Some of the scenarios could only be solved by himself, such as letting Fu Sheng's remnant soul leave the mirror, and imprinting the maze map deep in his mind. He was becoming complete step by step, and his memory unlocking had already reached stage nine.

But the closer he got to the complete picture, the more uneasy he felt; the resurrection of the dream probably wouldn't be so simple.

"The fourth orphan said that he has become an unspeakable dream, possessing unspeakable special abilities, and can even interfere with the normal operation of the shrine's memory world through the impression of him in Fu Sheng's mind."

The unspeakable beings are terrifying. They can be sensed simply by uttering their names. Their strength far surpasses hatred, and their methods are beyond imagination.

Han Fei now strongly suspects that the dream in Fu Sheng's memory shrine is tainted with a trace of the real dream, and he may very well be about to have his first "battle" with the Unspeakable.

"Tell me the locations of the last two ceremonies; we can't wait any longer."

“I’m not sure about the location of the seventh ceremony, but I know that a forensic doctor once entered the park late at night and talked to Dream. The seventh ceremony is very likely to be in the place where he works,” Yan Le’s mother said ambiguously.

“There are many places where forensic doctors work.” Han Fei’s adoptive father in this city is a forensic doctor. He recalled the trajectory of his father’s daily life: “The forensic office of the criminal investigation team, the forensic clinic of the neurology hospital, the forensic autopsy room in the medical school, all the death scenes, and places in and out of the city that are suitable for hiding corpses.”

“That’s all I know.” Yan Le’s mother looked at Han Fei frankly: “The eighth ceremony may be in the Paradise. The dream did not reveal any information related to the final ceremony.”

"It's alright." Han Fei's eyes slowly changed: "I feel that all of Meng's resurrection rituals are centered around me. I was brought into the deep world by Fu Sheng, and I am considered one of the people Fu Sheng values ​​most. Meng and Fu Sheng are mortal enemies. If he knew of my existence, he would definitely do anything to destroy me and cut off Fu Sheng's escape route."

In the deeper world, Han Fei would encounter the unspeakable, and the only ability he could counter would be to disappear at the speed of light. But this is within Fu Sheng's shrine of memories; the dream's true form is thousands of miles away, and Han Fei now only has to deal with a single thought of it.

After cleaning up the hospital's underground area, Han Fei called Uncle Ying to his side and discovered many strange things about him.

Uncle Ying, who had already died, still retained his warmth in his soul, just like a living person.

Most ghosts are afraid of sunlight, but according to Xiaohe's description, when the sun came out yesterday, Uncle Ying moved freely in the sun without feeling any discomfort.

Furthermore, Uncle Ying endured immense suffering before crawling out from under the organ factory. He was covered in wounds, and his soul was on the verge of dissipating, but in just one hour, all the wounds to his soul had miraculously healed.

This monster possesses a powerful self-healing ability; its soul seems to be able to constantly repair its own injuries.

"Uncle Ying, do you want to help more people?"

"Of course I want to!" Uncle Ying nodded without hesitation.

"Then can you tell me why your soul is so special?" As Han Fei approached the old man, he felt a resonance that was hard to describe; it was like a recognition of his personality.

“I don’t know either. When I was locked up in a mental hospital, the doctor diagnosed me as an introverted healing personality. I get a special pleasure when I make up for other people’s regrets and dissatisfactions…” Uncle Ying looked at his hands: “I have never deliberately done anything. I have always acted according to my own heart. I have spent my whole life in a daze, and in the end, I have become what you see now.”

"Are you also a healing personality type?" Han Fei's gaze slowly shifted from the old man to the patients behind him, who were, in some ways, very similar to Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)