It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 623 Pure Evil
Ling Feiran immediately realized that things were not going to be easy.

These notes are clearly contagious, and even if she removes the notes from some of the infected individuals, there's no guarantee they won't be reinfected.

Fortunately, the musical characteristics of these people were different from hers. The louder they sang, the more excited they became, and none of them tried to commit suicide.

Ling Feiran's doubts deepened: Amir, what exactly do you want to do?
After checking all the windows on the seventh floor, she moved on to the sixth floor, the fifth floor, and so on. The more she checked, the heavier her mood became. Except for the patients who were in a coma, every other patient was accompanied by musical notes.

If only three to five people are controlled by the musical notes, she is confident she can eliminate them completely. If the number exceeds ten, she might try, and perhaps succeed, but with hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs...

As Ling Feiran pondered, several scratches on the outer wall caught her attention.

She looked closer and found that the scratches were continuous, much like the footprints left by some kind of creature crawling.

Footprints that are slightly shallow become less noticeable, and with the added impact of torrential rain, investigation becomes even more difficult.

However, Ling Feiran was very patient. She had originally planned to check all the rooms, so she continued to search carefully.

At first she was a little worried, the footprints were intermittent, and she was afraid that the clue would be lost, but when she found that the windowsill of a window was covered with crawling marks, she couldn't help but laugh.

It seemed like she was worrying too much.

The person who left these traces was not a meticulous person.

With so many marks outside the window, there must be something wrong with the patients inside. The ghost pressed its face against the glass window and saw five infected people in the ward—two middle-aged women, a boy of about ten years old, a girl of seven or eight years old, and a patient lying on the bed with his head covered and his back to the window, whose gender and age were indistinguishable.

Ling Feiran noticed that the skin of these infected people exposed outside their medical gowns had scales of varying shades, some of which were soft and adhered to the skin, while others were bumpy and resembled toads.

It appears they were infected with the same type of gene, which explains the consistent physical deformities.

However, none of the patients in front of her were the people Ling Feiran was looking for. In her memory, the lizard-faced patient should be a man, and a rather short man at that. He was neither a woman nor a child.

Her gaze was fixed on the patient sleeping with his head covered in the far corner of the ward.

She wanted to go inside and take a look, but her ghost form was definitely out of the question. Ghosts can only hide in the dark, and they would be exposed under the bright indoor light.

Ling Feiran pondered for a moment, memorized the room number, then her figure sank, quickly sinking to the basement level, returning to the changing room, transforming back into human form, and putting her nurse's uniform back on.

As a nurse, I can naturally enter any ward without any restrictions.

Following her memory, she returned to the floor she had just been on, searching for that ward.

The nurse in charge of this floor walked towards her, greeted Ling Feiran, and then walked past her without asking any further questions.

Ling Feiran glanced at the nurse—there were no musical notes.

So far, she has only found musical notes on patients.

She thought to herself: Is Amir's target these patients, or does he want to use them for something? ...Maybe he doesn't have any purpose at all, and just wants to cause trouble.

In these turbulent times, it's not uncommon for antisocial criminals to emerge. If Amir is such a person, then there's no point in her trying to figure out his motives, because he is pure evil. Ling Feiran pushed open the ward door and, as usual during rounds, calmly glanced at the patient's medication record, then checked his temperature and basic vital signs.

The patients in the room were used to the nurses coming and going, so they didn't pay much attention and chatted amongst themselves. The children were more energetic than the adults, lying on the bed playing with paper airplanes made from discarded medical bills.

Ling Feiran checked on two patients symbolically, then walked to the innermost bed where the patient was asleep with his head covered, only half of the back of his head showing.

She reached out and lifted the sheet, her face showing disappointment.

This was a woman around fifty years old, clearly not the lizard patient she was looking for.

The surveillance video definitely shows a short man's physique. Could the other person possibly change his gender?
Are there any cards that allow you to change your gender?
Ling Feiran frowned in thought when she heard painful panting. She turned her head and saw a woman curled up stiffly on a bed in the other corner of the ward, her shoulders and knees twitching uncontrollably.

The two children on the next hospital bed immediately surrounded her; they were probably the woman's children.

Ling Feiran walked over, picked up the medication registration card at the foot of the bed, and looked at it. It showed that the woman's name was Yalana, she was 12 years old, and she had taken painkillers six times since midnight today.

Below the registration card, there was a line of small print written by a nurse: "The condition is deteriorating too rapidly, and the medication is not effective. It is recommended to transfer to floors 7-9."

Although there are no explicit regulations, the inpatient department will not give patients painkillers indefinitely. In cases like this, where patients have already been given painkillers six times, nurses will not easily give them painkillers again unless the pain is so severe that the patient is about to die.

The woman in the hospital bed seemed to know this too; despite being in so much pain that her whole body was curled up, she didn't press the call button.

The two children looked at her worriedly, but there was nothing they could do. Their eyes were red and their lips were pursed, making them look pitiful as if they were about to cry at any moment.

Ling Feiran frowned, hesitating whether to notify the head nurse. If the woman were moved upstairs now, such as to the ninth floor, perhaps the medication available there could be used.

But are there any empty beds on the ninth floor? ...It seems they're already full.

With so many infected people, no amount of painkillers can help.

At that moment, a familiar melody began to hum from the woman's lips, and Ling Feiran's scalp tightened instantly!
It's that song again!
The musical notes began to come alive; the notes, which were originally so transparent as to be almost invisible, gradually turned red as the woman hummed, and the two children beside the hospital bed also joined in singing.

Ling Feiran immediately turned around and looked around. The other patients in the beds also reacted!
Although the exact function of these notes is still unclear, Ling Feiran is on high alert!

Her intuition told her that even if this folk song wouldn't kill anyone, it would certainly bring disaster!

Stop singing!
Her face tensed, and she reached out to press her hand against the woman, unleashing the power of the Card God of Healing—

A pure white and soft light emanated from her body, and beams of light slithered down like snakes, entering the woman's body. The abnormally growing scales in her flesh suddenly withered and died like dead leaves, and then peeled off one by one, restoring the skin to its smoothness.

The pain subsided quickly, and the woman named Yalana was stunned, forgetting to continue singing.

She looked up at the nurse who was treating her and felt that the nurse was bathed in light, as if she were a saint who had redeemed her.

Overwhelmed with reverence and gratitude, Yarana burst into tears, gazing intently at Ling Feiran and pleading, "God, please save me..."