My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 552: Han Fei’s Theme Song

Chapter 552: Chapter 552: Han Fei’s Theme Song

Han Fei really wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

The doctor walked out of the ward without any warning, and he hadn’t expected someone to be standing outside, which instantly flustered him.

"I just came over today to handle some business, and I’m not familiar with the hospital, so I accidentally got lost." Han Fei emphasized "just came over today" and "got lost," quickly noticing that something was off about the other person. However, he didn’t point it out and instead used his acting skills to provide the other person with an excuse.

"Oh, I see, you are going in the wrong direction. The exit is behind," the doctor said, his mask’s edge already soaked with sweat, his pupils trembling.

"Thank you," Han Fei said with a smile. "Doctor, your sleeve is wrinkled."

The doctor, holding a blood-stained bandage, was unable to adjust his sleeve. After Han Fei finished speaking, he directly helped the doctor straighten it: "Doctors usually wear cleaning gloves when dealing with this kind of waste; you seem to be wearing sterile gloves, which I remember are only used during surgeries. Of course, I’m not a doctor, just saying, don’t take it to heart."

While helping the doctor adjust his sleeve, Han Fei had also made contact with him, but he didn’t see any information about the doctor, confirming that the doctor was not a player.

From Shen Luo’s experiences, not all doctors and patients in the hospital were bad; they seemed to be trying to escape as well.

"Thanks for the directions, hope to see you again if fate allows."

The doctor, holding the blood-stained bandage, had his heart racing, and the mask slowly got soaked with blood in one area, as if there was a wound beneath it.

Seeing how poor the other person’s acting skills and mental fortitude were, Han Fei did not make it harder for him and turned to enter Building One.

After the doctor left, Han Fei returned the same way and quietly opened the ward door, peeking inside.

On the pristine hospital bed lay a "patient" in hospital attire covered in freshly changed bandages, appearing to be asleep.

"The bandages are freshly changed; could it be that the one lying in the bed is the doctor, and the one who just escaped is the patient?"

Upon entering the room, Han Fei saw a case report on the bedside table. It listed the names of most patients in Building Two but eerily made no mention of their plastic surgery procedures, only recording their physical and psychological defects.

"All these patients are imperfect, and each one of them even has a rating?"

Han Fei felt as if Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital was conducting some sort of experiment. The rich people in Building One were the investors and beneficiaries of the experiment, while patients in other buildings were participants.

"It seems that the plastic surgery hospital is just a front." Han Fei had always been curious about one thing: Fu Sheng’s memories from his school days and his memories as an adult were completely disconnected. How had a student who could see dirty things suddenly become a top figure of the era? The whole process was a mystery.

"The two Fu brothers grew up obsessed with ’perfection’; could it be related to this plastic surgery hospital, did they undergo something here?"

After thinking it over carefully, Han Fei felt it was very likely.

He had taken on the manager’s task as a former building chief and knew some of Fu Sheng’s true memories. After Fu Yi died, Fu Sheng was treated as a patient and was confined at home.

Fu Yi’s wife found him many doctors, and these doctors likely included those from the Plastic Surgery Hospital who were in charge of psychological healing.

"Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital and Du Shu have some kind of connection. Du Shu just treats Fu Yi’s family as toys; she never intended to let Fu Sheng undergo proper treatment."

"Under her influence, Fu Sheng could only get worse and worse, constantly slipping into the abyss."

Only the most desperate people could possess the Black Box, and the fact that it chose Fu Sheng showed the kind of agony the former Building Chief had endured.

"The mortal world left him battered but... in the end, he still chose the path that would destroy Deep World," Han Fei initially thought that Fu Sheng chose destruction because compared to redemption, destruction was simpler. Moreover, since Fu Sheng, himself, was alive, that influenced his decision.

However, as he interacted with and understood more, Han Fei felt there were deeper reasons behind Fu Sheng’s choice of destruction.

"Making that decision to destroy was probably not easy for him."

Han Fei knew the eventual fate of Fu Sheng; his three children were severely hurt, and he himself was left with only fragments of his memory.

"Compared to the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, Fu Tian, Fu Sheng should be considered the greatest man."

Han Fei wanted to stay longer, but suddenly there were hurried footsteps in the corridor. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he quickly left.

"There are five buildings in total at the Plastic Surgery Hospital, aside from the most expansive and luxuriously constructed Building One, the remaining four buildings all seem problematic."

After exiting Building Two, Han Fei met up with several subordinates.

"Team leader, how did your discussion go?" Li Guo’er seemed to have heard some rumors. Upon seeing Han Fei’s return, her gaze moved downward as if she wanted to discern something.

Avoiding Li Guo’er’s gaze, Han Fei signaled to the others, "It fell through. That client not only doesn’t plan to help us but might also target me further."

"Target you? Team leader, what did you say to the client? Our game is sure to make big money upon its successful launch. Who would want to conflict with money?" Brother Jia Shu was somewhat anxious. For someone like him, a game developer, the bonuses from a successful game sale were much more than a regular salary.

Looking at his subordinates, Han Fei had already started planning for the worst-case scenario: "Our game’s development is quite simple, not demanding much in terms of programming. It focuses on plot and artistic effects, and parts that we can’t handle can be outsourced. In any case, we need to finish the game as soon as possible."

In order to complete the Shrine Random Task, finishing the last game was a necessity for Han Fei without other options: "I have offended the company’s higher-ups and investors; if one day I leave the company, you must continue working on this game."

"Don’t worry, team leader, some of my classmates are game programmers." Brother Jia Shu also sensed something was off in Han Fei’s tone. All the subordinates furrowed their brows, except for Li Guo’er, who seemed in a good mood.

"Team leader, no matter what, we will get the game done," Li Guo’er drew closer to Han Fei. She didn’t smell any other fragrance on him, her eyes hidden behind glasses gently shifted, and the hatred at the bottom of her eyes seemed to dissipate a bit.

"The company places great importance on Zhang Yu and ’Eternal Life’. We have no other choice now but to save ourselves," Han Fei completely shifted from his previously lazy demeanor, displaying a decisive and vigorous side.

Leading his team back to the company, Han Fei threw himself wholeheartedly into the game production.

Previously, his day-to-day work was shoddy because he simply didn’t care about that game which featured him as the main character, but now it was different. To complete the Shrine Random Task, he had to give it his all.

Han Fei didn’t understand game development very well. Most of the time, he was fooling his subordinates and leaders with his acting skills. However, he possessed the ability to appreciate art, and with the unique artistic taste he developed in Deep World, he quickly constructed a world filled with absurd horror, dark humor, and a bloody romantic atmosphere.

Deep World was the place where he clocked in daily. The personalities of the ten female leads were entirely modeled after real people around him, making the task effortless and stress-free.

"Team leader, I have already contacted my classmates. Since we’re making a simple 2D game, their quoted price isn’t high, below the market rate."

"Good, I’ll go find Zhao Qian later. If the company doesn’t approve the funds, then I’ll cover it myself." Han Fei was developing the game to complete the Shrine Random Task, and his spirit of working while in debt stunned his subordinates.

The subordinates felt Han Fei was serious and were determined to prove themselves by slapping Zhang Yu in the face.

With such a leader, how could the employees not feel enthusiastic?

"Team leader, I can take care of the art, but there’s still one tricky issue." Li Guo’er especially liked Han Fei’s current demeanor, mature and reliable, "What about the background music and theme song? Music is also very important for horror games. It sets the atmosphere and enhances immersion, all of which require music."

"That’s a minor issue." Han Fei looked at Li Guo’er. "Hasn’t anyone told you? I can also sing."

In the hotel of Deep World, after Han Fei used the Rebirth Saber to help Liuli find liberation, he inherited Liuli’s singing voice, blessed by a devil’s kiss.

"Singing?" Li Guo’er pushed her glasses. "Handling the theme song is not just about being able to sing. I suggest we still try to find a professional."

"Leave the music part to me. Soon I’ll show you what’s called the devil’s whisper." Han Fei reasonably delegated work tasks to his subordinates and carried his briefcase to look for Zhao Qian.

Knocking on the office door, Han Fei found Zhao Qian pretending to be busy, hastily picking up a document.

"Sister Qian, the negotiation with that client fell through." Han Fei sat at Zhao Qian’s desk. "Not only will she not help me this time, but she might also try to completely eliminate me, or even force me out of the company."

"What? You’ve offended a company client, and you expect me to praise you?" Zhao Qian’s face was stern, but her eyes softened slightly.

"I can resign and take responsibility for my mistakes, but my subordinates are innocent." Han Fei took out the project plan from his briefcase. "We’ve been planning and designing the ’Eternal Life’ game for a whole year, and just before the year’s end, Zhang Yu suddenly replaced us, taking our half-year effort."

"Grow up, complaining serves no purpose."

"I know retrieving ’Eternal Life’ is unlikely, so I want to complete the current horror romance game as soon as possible. It’s the end of the year, and I owe my subordinates some closure, so they can have a good year." Han Fei placed the plan on the table. "The company is short on staff, so we want to outsource the front-end development, and the initial estimate is approximately..."

"Fu Yi, the company isn’t going to approve that funding." Before Han Fei could finish, Zhao Qian interrupted him. "Just focus on doing your job properly here, and make no more mistakes."

"I had guessed as much." Han Fei put away the planning table, ready to leave.

"Wait a moment." Seeing Han Fei’s decisive departure, Zhao Qian spoke again. "That amount is quite substantial, but I’ll try my best to help you manage it."

"Thank you." Han Fei returned to his office, began planning the creation of the songs and background music. He had a talent for singing and had accumulated a rich "life experience." In creative endeavors, he had impersonated a spider, deeply understood a great writer’s mindset, and carefully studied the other’s creative mood.

In the past, the "experience" Han Fei had unintentionally accumulated had become his priceless treasure. The songs he created were absurdly dark, chillingly insane, but in the deepest despair, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Listening to the melodies he created was like someone slowly sinking into the deep sea, where a warm light shone through the water’s surface, illuminating his palm.

At lunchtime, another piece of good news arrived. After releasing some game trailers and concept introductions, it instantly became popular on various gaming websites.

Han Fei also took the time to watch. The teaser trailer wasn’t completely filmed, and seven out of ten slots were covered with question marks, only revealing a chainsaw-wielding, scantily-clad Love, the intellectually mature Zhao Qian, and the sweet, lovable Li Guo’er, whose eyes were filled with sickness.

Of course, the appearances of Li Guo’er and Zhao Qian had changed, but the excitement they felt then was "genuine emotion," far more real than any actor could perform.

There were many adult-only games on the market, but one as well-produced, rich in plot, and balancing horror with puzzle-solving—a hysterically romantic game—was something players had never seen before.

The trailer went viral in just a morning. "Sister, come and kill me" even became a popular meme.

The line at the beginning, "Based on a true story," also sparked a heated debate. The vast majority of players were guessing the identity of this mysterious male protagonist, all wanting to see who could be so adored by so many women that they wanted to kill him.

This adult-only game was able to break out of its niche partly because of that line in the trailer.

"It’s good that the trailer went viral, just start with a big promise, then it’s easy to deceive for investments and sponsorships."

In the afternoon, Han Fei personally visited Brother Jia Shu’s classmate to finalize some details. He even agreed to share the game’s profits with the other party afterward.

Seeing the popularity of the game’s trailer, the other party immediately agreed without hesitation.

After signing the contract, Han Fei paid a portion from his own pocket to get the other party started as soon as possible.

Brother Jia Shu’s classmate was not to be underestimated; the entire studio immediately started working overtime with full effort.

Everything was becoming standardized, but Han Fei felt increasingly insecure. He always felt that something was chasing him and that he needed to complete more tasks and address more regrets quickly.

After handling everything, Han Fei didn’t go back to the company; he rented a recording studio. Based on his understanding of the game, he started to create the theme song over and over again.

In this world, no one understood the pain and bitterness of the male protagonist better than Han Fei did, after all, he was the real-life protagonist of those events.

Every word, every note was soaked in blood and regret, pain and self-blame, from the initial indulgence in pleasure, sinking into the depths of desire, to being swallowed by darkness, bound to the dining table.

Those who treated Love as prey eventually laid on the dining table themselves, becoming the food on their lovers’ plates.

The ultimate desire turned into ultimate despair, a transformation only Han Fei could create.

"I never thought I had the potential to be a singer. Ah, I’ve been through too much, and the emotions are about to spill out from the song."