Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Oh?"

"This is..."

As An Lan backed out of the laboratory, spreading out the medical records in her hand, she kept her eyes fixed on the "reckless guy," afraid that he might do something reckless again before she left.

"Tengtengteng—"

The flames had already spread into the corridor. After An Lan walked to the stairwell, she slowly looked at Yang Zhenzhen's medical record.

Patient: Yang Zhenzhen

[Symptoms: Social impairment, abnormal emotional expression, excessive dreaming, communication difficulties, depression, mental illness, early-stage psychosis]

[Treatment Recommendation: Parents should provide supportive therapy when early social difficulties appear. Due to family factors, Professor Yang advocated allowing Yang Zhenzhen to overcome these difficulties independently, but this did not yield significant results.]

Due to years of stress, Yang Zhenzhen has developed severe neurological disorders such as sleepwalking and psychosis.

Through observation, the hospital discovered that they could use the patient's dreams as a starting point to understand their inner thoughts and provide targeted treatment...

[Excessive Dreaming: Dreams are divided into shallow dreams and deep dreams. When a patient's mental state becomes excessively distorted, they may become immersed in their dreams...]

【...】

"Zhenzhen..."

Looking at Yang Zhenzhen's medical record, An Lan's expression was complicated.

Because of the [Goddess Conquest System], he unexpectedly saw Yang Zhenzhen's past.

Under such depressive pressure, Yang Zhenzhen was indeed unable to function normally.

"I..."

"Perhaps they know what's going on..."

"Zhenzhen, I will keep my promise and take you away from here..."

After rolling up the medical record and putting it in her pocket, An Lan walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

The lobby, which should have been a spectator area for medical staff, had already been evacuated due to the explosion on the third floor. As An Lan walked towards the exit, the world outside suddenly began to flicker and blur...

......

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the 50th anniversary celebration of our hospital... [Qingshan Mental Hospital], renowned as the most famous mental health treatment hospital in the city!"

"I'm so glad that the citizens like it so much!"

"At this juncture...our hospital..."

A large wooden platform was erected on the vast playground.

On the wooden platform, a bald, bespectacled doctor was looking excitedly at the reporters below, talking incessantly.

"Click—"

"Click—"

The lights kept flashing.

"BOOM!!!"

Just as everyone was gathered in front of the wooden platform, watching Professor Yang's speech, a human body fell rapidly from the roof of the hospital's residential building, and upon hitting the ground, it suddenly exploded into a large spray of blood!

"Ah!!! Someone's dead!!!"

"Someone jumped off a building!!!"

"Quick! Take a picture!"

The crowd erupted in chaos, and countless reporters, cameras in hand, rushed toward the body.

The corpse wasn't quite dead; it slowly raised its blood-soaked face and looked at the countless cameras: "Uh—uh!!! I...the treatment here...is...forced...forced..."

"Waaah————"

After uttering just one sentence, the corpse couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and collapsed completely to the ground.

A group of reporters looked at each other with strange expressions.

A few busybodies were just about to say something.

suddenly!

Professor Yang walked over with a livid face, beckoned several doctors to carry the body away, and forced a serious, sorrowful expression: "Everyone...everyone..."

"I really didn't expect this..."

"This patient has had another attack!"

"You might not know this, but this patient has always fantasized about being able to fly and would often go to the rooftop to try and fly. We medical staff tried to stop him many times, but he mistook us for bad people for forcing him or trying to frame him..."

"Alas! We put so much effort into this... but we never expected... we never expected that tragedy would still strike..."

"But...Professor Yang, I remember this child was admitted for internet addiction, right?"

A reporter stepped forward and gave Professor Yang a strange look.

Professor Yang's face immediately darkened: "Gentlemen! Internet addiction is a malignant mental illness! And mental illness is a very complex disease. I hope you will stop reporting on this already pitiful patient!"

"As hush money, I'll pay out of my own pocket. Each reporter can go to the front desk and collect 10,000! I just hope you won't report on this already pitiful child... please leave him with a good reputation..."

"Professor Yang is such a good person!"

"Professor Yang, rest assured, we absolutely respect mental patients!"

"Yes! We won't report it!"

"..."

The exit of the floor was surrounded by a crowd.

An Lan walked out slowly and glanced around. She had already figured out the reason for all of this. She walked coldly through the crowd.

"Clatter—"

Suddenly!

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. The reporter who had previously doubted Professor Yang looked at An Lan with a solemn expression: "Hello, patient! I'd like to ask you a question!"

"The treatments you provide here..."

The other party's absolutely serious voice came through, and An Lan gave a bitter smile.

He knew the rules and logic of the playground, and he could guess its history. So... he smiled and said, "Here... the medical staff are friendly, and the treatment is healthy! Everyone loves it here, so much so that no one wants to leave..."

"Oh? Really?"

"It really is! More real than gold!"

"Well... okay..."

The reporter shook his head helplessly. Amidst the constant flashes of camera lights, An Lan strode quickly toward the security room, his face solemn.

he!

Now we've truly become participants in history!

The mission requires him to lie in the inverted playground world, but in the real world, to avoid attracting attention, he still has to distort the truth and lie...

......

Inside the security room.

The security guard craned his neck curiously, looking towards the commotion on the playground.

Seeing An Lan walking towards him, he looked tense: "Hey! What are you doing here, a patient?!"

"Well..."

"The nurse came to let me pick up my package..."

"Hmm? Is that so?"

"Yes! I'm here to pick up a package!"

Only after emphasizing that he was there to pick up a package did the security guard nod.

But instead of rushing inside, he pointed to the hospital entrance and said, "I'm asking you, you're only a dozen meters away from here, don't you want to go out and take a look?"

"【In no mood】!"

"The medical care here is excellent, there are so many talented people, and they all speak so kindly—I don't want to leave!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Come in!"

After confirming An Lan's condition several times, the security guard waved to him, skillfully pulled a cardboard box from under the table, and handed it to An Lan.

An Lan took the money, her gaze suspiciously sweeping around the security booth before pointing towards the medical building: "Sir! Do you know they're handing out money over there?"

"Give me money?!"

"What do you mean, 'give out money'?!"

The security guard's eyes lit up at the mention of receiving money.

An Lan gave him a strange look.

He just wanted to test whether money had any appeal to the security guard.

To my surprise, it hit the mark right away!

"Someone jumped off a building over there, and Professor Yang is paying hush money—ten thousand yuan per person!"

"What?!"

"Ten thousand per person!"

The security guard's eyes widened instantly, and he looked anxiously towards the playground. But seeing An Lan still there, he hesitated, "You...you go! Go!"

"Hi--"

"Go collect your money, I'll wait for you here!"

"Why were you waiting for me to come back?!"

"It's very simple... My mom is coming in a few days and will bring some daily necessities, which should be kept with you! Don't worry, I'll give you a reimbursement for the trouble!"

"oh?!"

Upon hearing the word "fee," the security guard raised his eyebrows again.

But he still looked at An Lan with unease: "Wait a minute! What if I leave and you run away through the gate?!"

"hehe--"

"Where could I run to? Have you forgotten? The parents all believe in Professor Yang! Even if I run home, I'll just be sent back, won't I? I'm not stupid! If I'm sent back, the treatment will be completely different..."

"Hey! You little rascal..."

"Hurry up! If you're any later, you won't get any money!"

An Lan waved her hand calmly. Seeing this, the security guard didn't dare to delay any longer and rushed towards the medical building.

After he left, An Lan first shook the delivery box, which again made a clanging sound like metal striking metal. His eyes narrowed, as if he had already figured something out...

Afterwards, An Lan searched around the security booth and finally found a magnetic card under the pillow on the bed.

A solemn voice suddenly rang in my ears!

[You have discovered the real reward for the 'Guard Booth': the key to the Dean's Office]

[The Dean's Office Key: A magnetic card that can open the Dean's Office. Sometimes, security guards need to personally deliver packages to the Dean's Office.]

[Note: This is the key to the abyss, and also the key to liberation!]

"The Dean's Office?"

Holding up the "magnetic card," An Lan stroked the surface of the card, about to examine it closely.

Suddenly!

A familiar, stern voice came from outside the door: "Put that thing down right now!!!"

"Who?!"

Turning my head, I saw a doctor in a white coat, his face covered in blood, with a receding hairline and wearing glasses, standing outside the security booth with a grim expression!

Blood trickled down his neck, an electric arc flickered in his left hand, and he held an activation device in his right hand, staring intently at An Lan!

An Lan's right eyelid started twitching uncontrollably after just one glance at him.

"you..."

"Professor Yang?!"

"Hohohoho-hohoho--"

"I never expected this... I really never expected that someone would actually find their way here... You're clearly just a third-rate character... How could you manage to survive here all this way by taking advantage of my daughter's affections..."

"Trash! Scum! Without my daughter, you are nothing!"

A chilling voice came from Professor Yang's mouth, and An Lan's body was covered in pustules that suddenly burst open with a "pop pop pop" sound!

"Creep——"

"Wei Wei Wei——"

Words like "scum," "trash," and "degenerate" proliferated like mushrooms after rain, swelling again on An Lan's already cracked skin. His entire face was so ulcerated it resembled the skin of a toad...

【-89】...

【-92】...

【-95】...

With pollution levels nearing their limit, An Lan stared at Professor Yang, her expression surprisingly calm: "Do you really think your education is correct? That what you arranged for Zhenzhen is the best?"

"nonsense!"

"I'm her father, everything I do is for her own good!"

"What do you know?!"

"I don't understand anything... but I know she's not doing well, is she?"

"Ha—you scum! You think you're worthy to talk to me like that?!"

"Clatter—"

With the switch in her hand about to be pressed, An Lan coldly stared at Professor Yang: "You're the one living in your own self-delusion, you scum! You have no right to comment on other people's future!"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

A terrifying crackling sound of electricity filled her ears. An Lan took out the bottle of [Rationality Potion] from her pocket and quickly swallowed it all at once!

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

"Damn trash! You beast!!!"

Under Professor Yang's hateful gaze, An Lan's body began to contort, and everything around her rapidly vanished...