Life Dungeon Game

Seeing ghost flowers blooming in the wilderness means there are powerful predators or bloodthirsty tribes nearby, and you need to leave immediately.

The petals of this flower are also one of the materials used to manufacture gene-editing agents.

Of course, Jess did not know where this flower grew when he used the petal as experimental material.

He released his grip on the ghost flower, letting it continue to sway in the evening breeze.

His figure moved swiftly forward along the quiet path, eventually arriving at the brightly lit entrance of the mental hospital.

There's also a sign for Vic Mental Hospital hanging here, but it's much newer than the signs outside.

Beneath the signboard, only a hazy light could be seen.

The frosted glass door shines through.

He Ao pushed open the glass door and stepped inside the mental hospital.

The first thing that caught his eye was a spacious hall.

In contrast to the pitch-black outside, the lobby on the first floor of the mental hospital was brightly lit.

Many patients in hospital gowns were dozing off on the chairs in the lobby or watching TV around the area with a large television.

Some nurses also pushed patients who appeared to have lost their mobility and were sitting in wheelchairs around the lobby to relax and chat with them.

At first glance, this place seems no different from an ordinary sanatorium.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that most of these patients maintain an eerie silence, some watching TV, some lost in thought, and they hardly make any noise.

Instead, the nurses pushing the wheelchairs spoke incessantly to the almost unresponsive patients with unusual excitement, their voices hoarse.

Their excitement bordered on irritability.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Just as He Ao was watching the scene in the hall, a calm yet cold greeting came from the side.

He looked up and saw a curved information desk not far from him. A nurse wearing a white hat, a plain white nurse's skirt, and a black cardigan was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

The nurse wore exquisite makeup, and her bright red lips reflected a shimmering glow under the bright lights.

She had a great figure; even though her body was covered by a large nurse's dress, her graceful figure was still faintly visible.

Rather than resembling a hospital nurse, she seemed more like a manager or receptionist in a sophisticated high-end shopping mall or office building.

"Hello,"

Upon seeing the nurse, He Ao naturally walked over. He raised his wristband and opened an interface. "I am the head of a private charity foundation. I heard that there is a non-profit, free mental hospital here, so I wanted to come and take a look."

He held the bracelet out to the nurse, showing her the interface on it, which was the management interface for Jess's private charitable foundation.

"You want to?"

The nurse glanced at the management interface and looked at He Ao with some confusion, "Are you making a donation for our hospital?"

Compared to the other nurses, the nurse sitting at the information desk seemed unusually normal, so normal that she seemed out of place in the atmosphere of the hall.

"I'd like to take a look around first,"

He Ao put away the bracelet and smiled. "I also know some friends who run media companies. I saw online that your mental hospital has done almost no advertising. I think better advertising could bring you more funds."

Jess didn't know his friend who owned the media company, but Vian did.

Revealing this relationship gives the other party a reason to cooperate.

This mental hospital may not need money, but judging from their behavior, they do not want to be exposed to the public eye.

"Sorry, we don't need..."

Upon hearing He Ao's first sentence, the nurse instinctively refused, but upon hearing He Ao's second sentence, she immediately stopped.

"Do you need anything?"

He Ao looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"There is no shortage of patients,"

The nurse gave an awkward smile, picked up the wristband, and opened the chat box. "We have too many patients, and we might really need money, but I don't know the specific situation of the hospital. I need to contact our director."

"Ok."

He Ao nodded, then turned to look at the patients and nurses around him again.

As he chatted with the nurses at the information desk, the nurses around him gradually quieted down, but no one, including the patients, looked up at He Ao.

They continued in their previous routine, going about their own business as if He Ao had never existed.

The nurse at the information desk quickly ended the conversation and looked at He Ao.

"Our dean said he would show you around first, and he will arrive shortly after."

"Ok."

He Ao nodded.

"Shall we visit the medical equipment department first?"

As the nurse emerged from behind the information desk with a smile, she casually asked, "How did you find out about our hospital?"

As she stepped out from behind the consultation desk, her lower body, which had been covered by the desk, was revealed. Her pure white nurse's dress only reached her knees, and where the dress did not cover, she wore matte black stockings that tightly hugged her calves and extended all the way to her thighs.

“A friend of mine is receiving treatment here,”

He replied casually, "His name is Allent."

“Mr. Ellen?” The nurse at the information desk seemed slightly surprised. “I know him. He was discharged a year ago.”

I'm experiencing some writer's block, so the next update will be tomorrow.

Chapter 559 We Will All Disappear (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Ok?"

Hearing this, He Ao paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I heard he's still here. Did his family come to pick him up from the hospital?"

Ellen is the psychopathic killer who murdered Jess's wife, Tini. Jess did see some information about this murderer.

“Your information may be outdated,” the nurse said with a gentle, sweet smile. “Mr. Arendt has completed his treatment and discharged himself; we have his discharge record here.”

She raised her wristband and showed He Ao a page of discharge records.

"That's probably because I'm out of touch,"

He Ao glanced at the discharge record.

The news that Ellen was in Vic Mental Hospital was told to him by Thorne, and Thorne and the nurse in front of him, one of them was lying.

However, He Ao did not delve into this issue immediately, but continued, "Then please show me around first."

"Ok."

The nurse, still smiling, turned around and said, "Please come with me."

He watched her back as he slowly followed. Only then did he notice that the nurse was wearing a pair of white pointed high heels.

The high heels clicked crisply on the polished floor of the lobby.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked to both sides.

The patients and nurses around them seemed oblivious to the two of them, continuing with their own tasks.

Only when the nurse in high heels walked up to them did they naturally make way for He Ao and the nurse in high heels to pass.

The enthusiastic cheers of the football commentator came from the television in the distance, but the audience sitting in front of the television remained unusually silent.

There were many people here, each doing their own thing, but the scene, which should have been bustling, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

As the two continued forward, He Ao's gaze fell on a patient sitting in a corner who seemed somewhat dazed.

The patient sat at the junction of the elevator lobby and the main hall, with his head held high, seemingly in a state of confusion.

However, He Ao noticed that when the nurse looked in another direction, the patient's fingers on his thigh would curl up, and the curled-up fingers would point precisely at He Ao's finger.

He seemed to be trying to get Heo's attention.

So He Ao slowly approached the patient after the nurse had passed by.

As He Ao approached, the patient blinked his cloudy eyes, then slowly shifted his gaze to He Ao, slightly opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

“Mr. Jess,” a voice came from Heo’s ear, “is there something you need?”

He Ao looked up and saw the nurse's slightly puzzled gaze.

His name was on the charity fund management interface he had just shown, and the nurse only glanced at it before memorizing the key information.

"Nothing."

He Ao obediently withdrew his gaze and followed the nurse forward.

“Mr. Jess, take the elevator to the third floor. Our medical equipment department is located on the third floor, and it is also the department in our hospital that needs the most funding.”

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Shi smiled and nodded, then turned and continued leading He Ao forward.

In He Ao's peripheral vision, the patient with the cloudy eyes once again dispersed his gaze, returning to that chaotic state.

He slightly opened his mouth, mimicking the patient's lip movements; the patient had said, "Go quickly."

"Mr. Jess, did you just say something?"

The nurse, who was standing in front of the elevator, pressed the elevator button, turned around, and looked at He Ao with a smile.

"You seem quite familiar with hospitals?"

He Ao replied with a smile.

"Not exactly familiar with them,"

The nurse gave a shy smile. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and she led He Ao into the elevator. "As a receptionist, you need to know a bit about the hospital so you can respond quickly if a patient's family asks any questions."

"You are very responsible."

He Ao smiled and confirmed. The elevator doors closed, and the elevator ascended. As a slight feeling of weightlessness washed over him, he continued, "Are there many patients in the hospital now?"