My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 571: The Future Has Already Changed

Chapter 571: Chapter 571: The Future Has Already Changed

Han Fei was entering Building One for the first time as a nurse, guided by the plump nurse through the luxuriously decorated corridors to the place where he had previously seen Du Shu.

"Previously, this floor was occupied by a big shot, but she recently had an accident. She was the most beautiful person in the Plastic Surgery Hospital, but she had a very strange temper. If you don’t want to die young, it’s best not to have any contact with her."

The plump nurse was probably talking about Du Shu. The staff at the Plastic Surgery Hospital all understood what kind of person Du Shu was. Unfortunately, the former Fu Yi did not grasp this, mistakenly thinking that Du Shu was like any other woman, which ultimately led to his being toyed to death.

An entire floor was dedicated to Du Shu, from where one could overlook the other buildings in the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

"We are going to train you as a high-level caregiver. You should also seize the opportunity yourself. Those who come to Building One for care and cosmetic surgery are wealthy. If you make your patients happy with your services, it benefits you as well," the plump nurse told Han Fei what to be aware of.

"I’m just a nurse, but why do I get the feeling that you’re implying I’ll have to do other things?" Han Fei frowned slightly.

"Don’t overthink it, you’re just a good-looking, strong vase here, not much different from the decorative items placed in the rooms," the plump nurse looked back at Han Fei: "Patients often have quite odd temperaments, something you should understand from your experience as a nurse. To keep the patients and clients in a good mood, you had better straighten up your attitude, lower your posture, and try your best to accommodate the patients."

"Accommodate? How so?"

"You’ll know when the time comes. Many patients experience some inconveniences in life after undergoing cosmetic surgery and special treatments. Some may also become extremely temperamental. That’s when you’ll need to accompany them. You should treat them like your own family, cherish them as a wife, and care for them as a child," the plump nurse said as they entered the elevator. "You don’t have to work night shifts. Overtime work will be paid at double your regular rate. If clients want to tip you, you can keep it. We only have four requirements for you."

As the elevator slowly descended, the plump nurse’s expression became increasingly strange: "First, during work hours, you cannot leave Building One; second, you must not communicate with patients and doctors from the other buildings; third, try to fulfill all of the clients’ needs—if you receive a complaint, we will deduct a portion of your salary; fourth, if you hear someone calling for help within the hospital, never go alone—immediately notify the doctor and nurse on duty."

"Understood, I will strictly follow the hospital’s rules," Han Fei assured.

"That’s good," the plump nurse was satisfied with Han Fei.

The number on the elevator screen slowly changed to F2, indicating they had reached the second basement floor.

"Building One is special, equipped with two elevators. That luxury elevator is for receiving VIPs only, and the other one is for staff use. Make sure you don’t mix them up," as the elevator doors opened to either side, the plump nurse walked out: "This is the underground parking garage. Some clients prefer to stay out of the public eye, and they come and go directly through here. Sometimes you might also be responsible for picking them up."

As they continued forward, a man dressed in the Plastic Surgery Hospital’s security uniform silently appeared beside the plump nurse.

"Brother Shi Cheng, you’re on duty today?" The plump nurse’s face beamed with a smile when she saw the security guard in the garage. She pulled Han Fei towards the guard: "This is Fu Yi, a new nurse for Building One. He’s a bit younger than you."

After introducing them, she pointed to the guard and told Han Fei, "His name is Shi Cheng, he’s over fifty years old and the oldest security guard here. Just call him Brother Shi Cheng. If you’re bringing clients downstairs, you’re bound to have contact with him."

"Hello, Brother Shi Cheng," Han Fei looked at Shi Cheng, who was said to be over fifty, but he appeared to be only in his early thirties—unnaturally young—with shockingly pale skin, as if he had never seen the sun.

Shi Cheng nodded at Han Fei, then his gaze remained fixed on him, watching Han Fei wherever he went.

After leaving the underground garage, the plump nurse took Han Fei to many places and finally brought him to a small room at the end of the second-floor corridor of Building One.

While the doors of the other rooms were incredibly luxurious, this single room seemed quite inconspicuous, its door and walls the same color, almost unnoticeable without a closer look.

"This is the room where you usually rest and change clothes, you can also call it a Safe House."

At the end of the corridor, a small room bore a very special name. The chubby nurse seemed not to have the key to this room; she walked to the door with a smile and knocked on the door panel.

Noises of messy footsteps came from inside, and after a few seconds, the door was opened by a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties, strong and fit with delicate features.

"Sister Fatty, what brings you here? Do we have work?" The young man was handsome, but his temperament was far from matching Han Fei’s, just above average in looks.

"A newcomer has arrived at Building One, get to know each other. From now on, you’ll be guiding him." The chubby nurse pushed Han Fei in front of the young man, "I have other things to take care of, so you two chat."

Before she left, the chubby nurse gave Han Fei a meaningful glance.

"Little brother, what should I call you?" The young man in his twenties reached out to Han Fei.

"Fu Yi, and you?" Han Fei shook his hand, noticing the other’s skin was unusually smooth, like silk.

"I’m Agou, forty-one years old. From now on, you’ll hang with me."

"Forty-one?" Han Fei’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected the other person to be even older than him, "You’ve maintained yourself extremely well, haven’t you?"

"Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a good attitude. People with positive attitudes usually seem younger." The young man smiled and invited Han Fei into the "Safe House," "Choose a locker that will be yours, and they will deliver your uniform and various tools directly to your locker."

The "Safe House" contained seven lockers, and only three were filled with personal items. Han Fei chose the fourth locker.

"Brother Agou, why is this place called a Safe House? It feels a bit odd to me."

"Once you’ve dealt with some tough customers, you’ll understand why it’s called a Safe House." After Han Fei chose a locker, Agou motioned for him to follow, "Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital is the most luxurious clinic in this city, taking the pursuit of beauty to the extreme. Many wealthy people from other places come here for cosmetic surgery, not to mention the celebrities I’ve seen plenty of."

"Many celebrities come here for plastic surgery?"

"Not necessarily surgery, some come for anti-aging, others to adjust their state of mind. Along with physical beauty, our clinic is also famous for psychological healing and correction. Other hospitals only pursue exterior beauty; we approach from both the external and internal aspects, making a person youthful from body to soul." Agou spoke casually, but Han Fei dared not fully believe him.

Normal plastic surgery and anti-aging are fine, but the practices at this hospital were evidently unique.

"We don’t usually have much to do, just menial tasks, and the base salary is low. To make big money, we need to be hired by the bosses as private caretakers. Before you arrived, one nurse was rather lucky, catching the eye of a woman boss who’d undergone liposuction and body sculpting, taking him home as an exclusive therapist. Listen to that, such a high-level title." Agou only described the beautiful aspects of the Plastic Surgery Hospital to Han Fei, making himself out to be a loyal watchdog of the clinic.

Agou had been painting a rosy picture for Han Fei until the voice from the front desk reception came through his walkie-talkie, "Second floor, Hall Two, a patient needs a nurse, come over right away."

"Understood, received," Agou said with a smile, "Here’s some work."

Agou and Han Fei had just reached the second floor, Hall Two, when Han Fei heard a familiar voice.

"Money is no object, arrange the best doctor immediately, she is the only survivor from the crime scene, and only she has seen the murderer!"

"President Zhao Qian, we deeply regret the incident your company has encountered, but we still have to follow the procedure," the receptionist standing at the entrance of Building No.2 said, with Zhao Qian and two policemen around her.

"We can understand your difficulties, but please cooperate with our work as soon as possible," one of the policemen said. After some hesitation, the receptionist finally nodded, "Normally, non-members cannot stay in Building No.1, but considering your special circumstances, we will make an exception this time."

The group stood anxiously in the lobby of Building No.2, and before long, everyone heard a woman’s piercing scream coming from deep within the lobby.

Everyone rushed toward the room at the end of the lobby, and after about a dozen seconds, the door to the sickroom was pushed open, and an elderly male doctor came out with his hands covered in blood.

"Doctor, what exactly happened to her? She was fine yesterday during the day, but after attending a friend’s gathering, she turned into this," Zhao Qian asked the doctor from behind.

"She has been seriously traumatized, and we must wait for her to calm down a bit before we can treat her," the male doctor glanced at the bite wound on his hand. "Let’s use medication to help her sleep well for now. One person can’t restrain her, so have a nurse bring a caretaker inside, and absolutely do not loosen the restraints unless absolutely necessary."

The nurse brought the injection, then called out to Han Fei and Agou, "You two, come over and help!"

Agou led Han Fei forward, and Zhao Qian, with a worried expression, saw Han Fei at this moment, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "What are you doing here?"

"I’m here to apply for a caretaker job..." Han Fei opened the door to the sickroom and saw the woman bound to the bed with restraint straps.

The woman before him seemed familiar, possibly one of Zhang Yu’s subordinates.

"There was a major incident at the company, three employees disappeared, and last night Zhang Yu vanished from your house, Cao Lingling is the only witness, but now she’s gone crazy," Zhao Qian’s eyes were filled with blood vessels, and she looked much haggard.

The kidnapping of the company’s major shareholder, the disappearance of three staff members, another employee going insane, and the internal surveillance caught some very terrifying footage. Now, the employees of such a powerful game company are too scared to come to work.

"What do you mean ’vanished from my house’? Don’t pin this on me, I’ve already resigned. Whatever happens to the company, even if it goes bankrupt, it has nothing to do with me," Han Fei never felt that the bankruptcy of his company had any relation to him.

Han Fei and Agou entered the room and approached Cao Lingling.

The woman, strapped to the hospital bed, was struggling like a mad person, continuously shouting things like—a ghost at the door, a ghost in red clothes, a ghost dragging him away—and other similar phrases.

"Don’t be afraid, get a good sleep, and you will be better when you wake up."

Agou and Han Fei restrained Cao Lingling, and the nurse came over to complete the injection.

Cao Lingling, who had been desperately struggling on the hospital bed, slowly lost strength in her hands, but she was still frantically trying to grab onto someone nearby.

Her lips were pale, twitching slightly, as though she wanted to say something, but her voice was getting weaker and weaker.

As her arms grew powerless, tears streamed down from her eyes, her pupils dilated, losing focus.

Seeing Cao Lingling in this state, Han Fei remembered Fu Sheng from the tasks assigned by the building chief manager.

During that task, he had seen Fu Sheng bound to the bed in a bedroom.

Dressed in a hospital gown, his body restrained, he lay in a room full of ghosts and monsters, his gaze hollow and numb, his whole body filled with despair.

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through Han Fei’s brain, the face of Fu Sheng from his memories slowly overlapping with Cao Lingling’s in front of him.

"President Zhao, why did you bring Cao Lingling to Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital? She’s clearly suffered a mental trauma," Han Fei questioned.

"The best private neurology hospitals, psychological therapy hospitals, postoperative rehabilitation hospitals, and hospice care institutions in the province are all owned by Du Shu’s family and are all part of Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital. For those who are fairly wealthy, you can receive the highest quality of services here, and even prolong your life," Zhao Qian herself was a member of Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital and immediately thought of finding the best doctors for Cao Lingling as soon as she knew Cao Lingling’s condition.

Hearing Zhao Qian’s explanation, Han Fei formulated a terrifying hypothesis in his mind.

In reality, Du Shu step by step forced Fu Yi into a corner, causing him to kill Fu Yi’s mother and daughter, and Fu Sheng happened to witness this scene.

Afterwards, Fu Yi died, and Fu Sheng fell into deep despair, his wife left alone to raise both Fu Sheng and Fu Tian.

To cure Fu Sheng, she probably sought out the best doctors for Fu Sheng’s treatment, just as Zhao Qian had done.

Given Du Shu’s character, it’s likely she wouldn’t stop her retaliation. She once said she wanted to destroy Fu Yi’s family, so it’s very plausible she would continue to target Fu Sheng and his family.

Fu Yi was a high-intelligence scumbag, but in Du Shu’s eyes, he was nothing more than a pretty toy. In terms of schemes and intelligence, Fu Yi couldn’t compete with Du Shu, let alone Fu Sheng, who hadn’t even finished high school at the time.

In Fu Sheng’s memories, the plastic surgery hospital became his obsession, leaving him with indelible scars, and Han Fei found it difficult to imagine what kind of "treatment" he had undergone here.

After much thought, Han Fei believed this was the relationship between Fu Sheng and the plastic surgery hospital. Fu Sheng had endured psychological torment and unimaginable torture at the plastic surgery hospital.

Looking at Cao Lingling on the hospital bed, Han Fei felt that the future had already changed.

If he had chosen to kill Fu Yi’s mother and daughter in his life’s debt task, then the one lying traumatized on the hospital bed might have been Fu Sheng.

"Fu Sheng could see ghosts and even communicate with them. The murdered mother and daughter of Fu Yi might have stood next to Fu Sheng after death, bloodily staring at him."

Thinking this way, Han Fei felt Fu Sheng was indeed a remarkable person. After going through such despair, he not only didn’t fall, but he also changed an era together with his younger brother.

Certainly, the Black Box helped, but Fu Sheng’s own abilities should not be underestimated.

Stroking his chin, Han Fei inhaled a cool breath.

"Fu Sheng achieved recognition from the Black Box after such despair. What exactly have I gone through in my past?"

Listening to the faint laughter echoing in the depths of his Brain Sea, Han Fei fell into contemplation.