My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 498: "Plastic Surgery" Script (Seeking 4000 Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: "Plastic Surgery" Script (Seeking 4000 Monthly Tickets)

"What can I do for you?" The Liuli Cat put the lyrics she had on the table back into her backpack as she sat upright across from Han Fei.

"Just enjoy playing ’Perfect Life’, use your talent, and strive to become stronger," Han Fei said after finishing his cup of tea, preparing to stand up and leave.

"But my only talent is sleepwalking, and I really don’t know what use it could have? I don’t think I’ve ever triggered this talent in the game."

"Every talent is useful, and each corresponds to some hidden profession. Let me tell you another secret," Han Fei pointed to the photo of the Liuli Cat with the old man, "’Perfect Life’ is filled with many NPCs that are built based on the memories and digital inheritance of living people. That’s also why Eternal Life Pharmaceutical used to crazily collect citizen data and purchase extensive digital inheritances."

"Are you saying that people who die in reality can appear in the digital virtual world?"

"Exactly." Han Fei looked at the old man in the photo, "The old lady who took care of you was an employee of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. Since she could be involved in this project and become one of the thirty-one children’s guardians, it means she wasn’t an ordinary employee at the company. Another detail is that after her death, she donated her brain and all her digital inheritance to Eternal Life Pharmaceutical and spent a lot of money to buy you a Game Box, which shows that she wanted you to play ’Perfect Life’, and her purpose was definitely not just to let you find the missing happiness in the game."

Liuli Cat fell into deep thought, recalling every word the old woman had said before she passed away.

"She made a choice at the last moment of her life; she wanted to protect you more than the company’s experiments. Explore well in that game, perhaps you can find what she left for you," Han Fei gestured for Liuli Cat to keep the photo safe as they left the restaurant together.

At the invitation of Liuli Cat, Han Fei visited her home and saw all traces of the life she had lived with the old woman.

"Eternal Life Pharmaceutical is a behemoth, and not a single person can fight against them alone. The old lady must have hidden something in a place they cannot find," Han Fei stood in the small house, which was arranged very warmly, showing how much the old woman had cherished Liuli Cat.

"Now, you are the person who knows the old lady best in this world. If it’s you, you should be able to find what she left you in the game."

After making sure that Liuli Cat’s mental state had completely stabilized, Han Fei exchanged contact information with her before leaving.

Online, the video of him saving people with his singing had already spread everywhere. If Han Fei spent too much time with Liuli Cat, it could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. He was actually a person who understood very well how to maintain distance.

"Aside from Huang Ying, I now have another friend who can help me in the darkness of the night."

After his trials in Deep World, Han Fei had become particularly good at understanding people. He could feel that Liuli Cat trusted him completely, though that trust was mixed with a hint of fear.

"It seems like I haven’t done anything out of line to her; why would she be afraid of me?"

To tell the truth, Han Fei also envied Liuli Cat; at least she had had an old lady take good care of her once, giving her a bit of warmth. Han Fei himself had nothing; he had always worked very hard at living, but kept failing continuously, until he entered Deep World.

"I hope Liuli Cat gains something from the game."

Not taking a vehicle, Han Fei walked in the sun towards Baixiang Pavilion.

Having stayed in Deep World for a long time, he now felt that being able to bask in the sun normally was already a very happy thing.

Arriving early at Baixiang Pavilion, Han Fei found a quiet spot to sit down and took out his phone to start studying "The Cognition of Consciousness" and "Education and Brain Neuroscience".

It was almost seven in the evening when Director Zhang and President Li entered the restaurant together; they didn’t notice Han Fei and went straight up to the high-level private rooms in the elevator.

Not wanting to delay his return home to play the game, Han Fei followed them and went upstairs.

As he pushed open the door to the private room, in addition to Director Zhang and President Li, Xia Yilan was also there, sitting with three young actors and two scriptwriters.

"Have a seat anywhere, let’s keep it casual today," President Li walked up to Han Fei first, "I’m really sorry about last time; Wu Wei doesn’t think straight after he drinks. I’ve already punished him, and once he’s healed, he will come and apologize to you personally."

President Li’s words gave Han Fei much face, subtly hinting that Wu Wei, despite being injured, was still willing to take the initiative to make peace.

"Honestly, it’s not his fault; it’s mainly because I usually work with the police to track down major cases, so I’m used to it, and inadvertently used too much force," Han Fei responded politely, but on careful listening, one could realize he didn’t care about these matters at all. He had no interest in the entertainment industry and was more passionate about solving cases with the police.

"No wonder your acting puts you leagues ahead of your peers. This temperament you have, they can’t learn it," President Li invited Han Fei to sit next to him, while Xia Yi moved over to sit on Han Fei’s other side.

"Wait a moment, everyone, we’re still waiting for one more guest." Just as President Li finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a man dressed in black, wearing a mask and a hat, entered.

"Why are there so many people? President Li, this is different from what we discussed beforehand," the man frowned as he stood in place, his speech giving no face to President Li.

"It’s all family here; they are all the main actors of this movie," President Li had a waiter close the door, asking them not to come in and disturb them anymore.

"Let me introduce everyone," President Li stood up and brought the man in black clothes over, "This is the most famous plastic surgeon in Xinhu from twenty years ago..."

"No need for introductions!" the man in black waved his hand, "There are too many people here. I’ll leave after I say what I need to."

President Li’s speech got interrupted, but he wasn’t offended. He then gestured for the man to take a seat.

The man in black pushed aside the cup in front of him and took out a metal bottle from his bag; it seemed he never drank drinks or alcohol from outside.

"After so many years, you’re still the same,"

President Li shook his head, about to sit, when the man in black suddenly spoke up again, "Let him sit beside me."

"Me?" Han Fei was a bit perplexed; he didn’t know this man in black, but the stranger insisted on sitting together.

President Li showed a bitter smile and looked helplessly at Han Fei.

Honestly, Han Fei was also curious. He directly took his chopsticks and traded seats with President Li.

At that time, the man in black had Director Zhang to his left and Han Fei to his right, facing Xia Yilan who was sitting opposite.

Removing his mask, the man in black exposed his mouth. There was a hideous scar at the corner of his left mouth, a scar that almost tore half of his face.

Upon seeing him like this, the three young actors were startled.

"Afraid? If you’re afraid, don’t listen any further, because what I’m about to tell you is going to be even more frightening," the man in black’s face was pale, and he glared fiercely at the three young actors, "Before I say anything, I want to warn you one last time, I’m firmly against you making a film out of this because this isn’t some Kaidan, it’s something that really happened. As the leads, you could very well end up involved, just like those who didn’t believe and died a few years ago."

"Don’t scare them. There’s nothing in this world that terrifies me more than being short of cash," President Li tried to smooth things over, "I believe that’s what everyone thinks too."

"Heh, when you really see it, don’t say I didn’t warn you," after the man in black finished speaking, he swept another glance at Xia Yilan, that woman who was strangely beautiful, who looked unwell today.

"I would really like to see her, the more real the better. Nowadays, audiences love the most realistic things."

President Li cracked a joke and the screenwriter, quick to catch on, said, "Aren’t we supposed to discuss the script today? Let’s not make the atmosphere so serious."

Everyone gathered around the table, and with a sigh, the man in black finally spoke of something that happened many years ago.

"I used to be a doctor, roughly more than twenty years ago. Back then, various biotechnologies emerged, and I quickly realized that some techniques could be used to alter people’s appearances. In any era, the pursuit of beauty is human nature, so I resigned from the hospital to cooperate with others in running a Plastic Surgery Hospital."

"There were many people who shared my thoughts, so Plastic Surgery Hospitals sprang up everywhere back then; the industry was chaotic. Some illegal clinics even caused deaths, but none of these stopped people’s desire to become beautiful. Imagine, you’ve always been troubled by your height, faced countless discrimination, and suddenly someone tells you, for a small amount of money and without side effects, they could make you taller, would you be tempted?"

"Perhaps most people could resist such temptation, but if even one in ten is tempted, it’s enough to keep us well-fed."

"Apart from increasing height, there were many more technologies; we could meet almost all your requirements, as long as you could afford it."

"Perhaps you can’t imagine, but people could change their bodies like they were tweaking game characters."

"With the support of technology, we were capable of much more than we could imagine. Some black clinics began embarking on even crazier attempts. To compete for customers, they all wanted to create a genuinely perfect person to serve as an advertisement."

The man in black paused at this point, opened the metal bottle in front of him, and a strong medicinal scent wafted out. However, as if he couldn’t smell it, he picked up the bottle and took a couple of gulps.

"Everyone has different definitions of beauty, so a perfect person is a paradox in itself. But there was a hospital that managed to create a person who truly approached perfection."

"Her beauty was like a vortex, easily drawing everyone’s gaze; everyone who saw her would unconsciously exclaim how beautiful she was."

"This woman truly existed, but her nearly perfect face and body only lasted a week."

"Starting from the eighth day after all bandages were removed, her body began to show all sorts of abnormal reactions, her perfect face slowly cracked, turning into a fragmented face."

"The woman couldn’t accept this, she believed someone was harming her, someone wanted to take her face."

"She began to undergo continuous surgeries, trying to piece her shattered face back together, but surgery couldn’t help her recover. She became a crazed monster and eventually died on the operating table."

When the man in black said these words, his gaze remained fixed on Xia Yilan.

"No one knows the woman’s name, her information was sealed, but many cosmetic institutions had photographed her previous appearance, calling her face, which only lasted seven days, the closest to perfection."

"Later, some women wanted to have plastic surgery to get that face, and that’s when the truly terrifying things happened."

"All those who underwent plastic surgery to get that face, or referred to it during their surgeries, began to find their features slowly shattering, waking up at night to find pieces of their cheeks."

"Snap!"

The wine glass beside Xia Yilan was accidentally knocked over by her, the red wine spilling on the floor like fresh blood, its glistening shards reflecting Xia Yilan’s face.

"Don’t rush to call someone to clean it up, let me finish," the man in black said, taking another sip from his bottle of medicine. "A certain pharmaceutical company has been exploring the limits of humanity. They aim to create the perfect body and the perfect soul. It is said that some of their experiments also referred to that fragmented face. Also, I heard that the plastic surgery hospital that first created that perfect woman was affiliated with that pharmaceutical company."

Xia Yilan, with the assistance of two young actors, wiped the wine off the chair. She seemed not to have heard the man in black’s words.

"The story we shoot will definitely be a hit. I feel like we can start celebrating ahead of time. My mind is filled with inspiration," the two screenwriters began discussing in a low voice.

"Can you keep it down?" The man in black no longer looked at Xia Yilan and continued, "The truly frightening part comes next. All those who had plastic surgery to get her face said they had seen her, felt she had moved into their house’s mirror. Every time they looked in the mirror, she seemed to slowly appear."

"I know you don’t believe it, I didn’t either at first, until later... I met her."

The man in black pointed to the scar on his face: "Ten years ago, I fell in love with one of my clients. She had the surgery to get that face."

"Can you be more specific?" Han Fei was completely captivated by the man in black’s tale, finding it much more interesting than attending an entertainment industry banquet. Just listening made him feel his DNA stir.

"My wife loved me very much. Even though I didn’t know what she truly looked like, she was very beautiful when she saw me."

"I fell hopelessly in love with her, but not long after we were married, I found she had a peculiar habit of always liking to look in the mirror at night."

"Several times when I woke up in the middle of the night, I found she wasn’t sleeping but holding a mirror and examining her own face."

"I quietly asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t say a word. I leaned in to kiss her hair, but when I looked in the mirror, the woman reflected wasn’t her."

"It was a completely unfamiliar face, almost pressed against the glass, as if trying to come out of the mirror."