I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 141 - 141 140. Non-existent Department_1

Chapter 141: 140. Non-existent Department_1 Chapter 141: 140. Non-existent Department_1 Room 502 was definitely on the fifth floor, and the only way to access it seemed to be the staircase.

After returning to the lobby from the nurses’ station, Lu Ban noticed the sky around him had completely darkened.

Walking to the entrance, he peered out of the glass doors.

The night was thick, so much so that even the nearby security booth was invisible, with no stars or moon veiling everything.

Lu Ban even wondered if, when the mission started, this place had already entered some kind of alternate space.

He didn’t rashly step out of the hospital, wary of mission failure.

After checking the explosives strapped to the column, Lu Ban decided to eat something first.

He casually found a spot to sit and took out some water and compressed rations.

Man is iron, food is steel; without a full stomach, there’s no strength to work.

Lu Ban ate his dry rations and drank water, filling his growling stomach.

The compressed rations these days tasted much better than before, not quite a snack, high in calories, but no longer a torment if it’s just to stave off hunger.

While eating, Lu Ban looked at the red-covered notebook, which had many missing pages. Considering the recorded years, there was at least one missing page each year.

“If each missing page represents a missing person, does that mean the hospital has a missing person every year, and it’s always a nurse?”

Lu Ban felt this was a significant issue.

Although he had no particular feelings about a nurse’s outfit, who’s to say someone else might not have a special liking for it?

For the sake of those ordinary people who liked nurse outfits, Lu Ban had to investigate this incident thoroughly.

Feeling satisfied with food and drink, Lu Ban got up.

He walked towards the staircase, passing by several consulting rooms along the way. The equipment in these rooms had naturally been moved out, leaving only empty spaces. The flashlight’s beam cast light, and the mottled traces on the originally white walls invited speculation.

Lu Ban passed two consulting rooms and arrived at the door of the third when his flashlight’s beam swept across and he noticed this one was different.

The light shone through the tattered door, illuminating the room with desks, chairs, and several hospital beds.

Clearly, this was supposed to be a consulting room for examining limbs.

“Why was only the table in this place not moved?”

Lu Ban walked into the consulting room; it was spacious, with tables and cabinets standing, a little old but without signs of damage.

He shone his flashlight on the table. The surface was free of dust, as if someone had always been using it.

Approaching the beds, Lu Ban found the shape of the bed a bit odd. He compared it to his own height, and although he was of average height at one meter eighty-five, the bed seemed too short even for someone one meter seventy, leaving their feet hanging off the end.

Moreover, there was a recess at the foot of the bed.

It appeared to be a specialized hospital bed.

Lu Ban wasn’t too familiar with it, as his visits to the hospital were pitifully few.

When flu season came around each year, while others were constantly sneezing, he was unaffected, having no acquaintance with colds or fevers all year round.

He found this to be quite regrettable.

According to Lu Ban’s immune theory, colds and fevers indicated the normal functioning of the body’s immune system, akin to exercising daily, and not getting sick meant the immune system didn’t get exercised. If it wasn’t sick, then all was well, but once sick, it was serious.

Bringing his thoughts back to the bed, Lu Ban tried lying down on it.

Indeed, the bed was too short for him.

Furthermore, there were strange handrails on both sides of the bed; handrails he couldn’t reach while lying down but could place his legs on, forming an open posture.

“?”

Lu Ban felt that his current “Come into my parlor” pose was a bit off.

Just as he was about to lower his legs, he heard the sound of metal clashing.

It was the sound of a scalpel being picked up from a tray. Lu Ban looked down and saw a doctor in a white coat standing next to his bed.

The doctor was tall, his coat filthy with stains that could be mud or blood, and he wore a thick surgical mask with his hair tucked into a cap. The doctor’s skin was dark, and his eyes were lifeless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

In his right hand, he held a scalpel, and in his left, a pair of forceps. He approached Lu Ban without a word.

Was he here to perform surgery on him?

In Lu Ban’s “True Sight,” the doctor’s figure was ghostly, not seeming like a real person, more like an air friend. However, the scalpel in his hand was very much real and could easily slice through skin.

“Who are you?”

Anxious to lower his legs, Lu Ban found that his body was as if weighed down by a heavy object, completely immobile, and he could only watch helplessly as the doctor approached, the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly.

A chill traveled up Lu Ban’s spine without hesitation, and a silver revolver materialized in his hand.

“Testament” was loaded, and a Speech Bullet struck the doctor precisely.

Without the time to consider the possible effects, Lu Ban used the most powerful one, the gibberish of that great being.

In an instant, Lu Ban saw the doctor halt, and immediately afterward, the restraints on Lu Ban were released, and he leaped off the bed.

The doctor clutched his head as if in pain and curled up into a ball.

Lu Ban picked up a crowbar and struck the man’s head with it.

A solid sensation was felt, and Lu Ban became curious; this creature actually had a physical form.

He saw the doctor, unconscious and unmoving as if he had lost consciousness.

Then, emboldened, Lu Ban took the crowbar and hooked off the doctor’s face mask.

He saw the doctor’s face.

Perhaps it could not be called a human face.

There was no skin on the face, only flesh, and the flesh was not intact, bearing many sutures. One might say the face and head were stitched together.

These suture marks also spread to the body. It was clear that these weren’t simply to close wounds but forcibly combined tissues from different bodies.

This doctor resembled Frankenstein, as if made of pieces of corpses.

Lu Ban listened and there was no heartbeat.

Even more, Lu Ban felt that the creature might not even have a heart.

—Zzzt—

A metallic sound echoed down the corridor, as if something was moving through it. Lu Ban peered out and saw another tall figure in a white coat.

But this doctor was not holding a scalpel; instead, he had an orthopedic saw used for amputations.

That rusted saw scraping against the floor made a sharp noise that reverberated through the hallway.

“Are these monsters mutated from humans?”

Lu Ban guessed as he leaned against the wall and hid in the shadow. He listened to the footsteps and scraping of the saw drawing closer, passing just behind him, pausing briefly, then continuing forward.

He let out a slight sigh of relief, but to his right, at the door of the consultation room, a head suddenly peered out.

That doctor, wearing a mask and a cap, holding a saw, was peeking inside.