My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 587 Subduing Achong

Chapter 587: Chapter 587 Subduing Achong

Han Fei had high expectations for Achong, but now Achong’s performance was very unsatisfactory to him.

He didn’t even dare to dispose of the body, so where did he get the nerve to claim he was a pervert?

"Come on, I’ll teach you. Move faster!"

Achong was a masochist, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid. Trembling, he got up from the ground and began to accept Han Fei’s forceful teaching.

While "cleaning," Han Fei didn’t forget to ask about what he most wanted to know.

"What exactly did you see on the night you kidnapped Du Shu?" Han Fei poked right at Achong’s sore spot, the last thing he wanted to recall was the scene from that night.

"A very terrifying scene." Achong stuttered, hesitating for a long time before he spoke. "We saw that woman called Du Shu swapping ’medicine’."

"Why was swapping medicine terrifying?"

"The ’medicine’ she was swapping wasn’t the same as the ’medicine’ we usually take. They were faces of people, each with different expressions." Achong’s shoulders trembled. "Those faces seemed to still be alive, just like they had been ripped off. Besides the ’medicine,’ her room was also full of ’medicine residue’."

"Is the medicine residue the people whose faces were taken off?"

"Yes and no." Achong shook his head. "Those residues were all young and beautiful women, with all faces growing out of them. After their faces were taken off, they wouldn’t die, just age a lot. I also noticed something very strange—those residues were all called Du Shu. It felt like Du Shu had implanted part of her own body into those people, and when their faces grew out, Du Shu would eat them."

Han Fei, having roamed back and forth in Deep World, had seen many grudges and hatreds, but this strange face-swapping method was new to him.

"I know you might not believe it, but this is the truth. When I saw Du Shu swapping faces, I was very scared, but Qiangwei took advantage of the critical moment when the other party was swapping faces and directly took action to snatch the person." Regret filled Achong’s eyes. "I shouldn’t have acted with him. After he snatched Du Shu, all the lights in the hospital went out. In that moment, it was as if we were fighting against the entire night itself."

"And you still managed to escape?"

"I, I..." Achong stuttered for a long time before he could utter a complete sentence. "I’m not going to hide it from you, I actually have two personalities. When Qiangwei dragged the bloodied Du Shu out, I passed out. The other personality saved me and got Du Shu out."

Han Fei felt that Achong wasn’t lying. He knew Achong possessed the rare talent of a Vulnerable Personality.

To force out the other personality, extreme conditions must be met, and one must be on the brink of a catastrophe, which also indicated how dangerous the situation was for Achong and his team at the time.

"You don’t believe what I’m saying?" Achong shrank his neck, squatting beside Han Fei, a bit afraid to look into Han Fei’s eyes.

"I believe you. Trust is the most important thing between teammates." Han Fei broke the bones of the body to finally be able to close the cabinet door. "Earlier outside, I heard the doctor say they’re preparing to make you into medicine? And that they are going to send you somewhere?"

"There’s an operating room below every building in this hospital, a place that seems to strip a person of their memories and personality. Today, I personally witnessed a patient being taken away, and when he came back, his whole character had changed."

"Underground?" Han Fei nodded, wiping the blood off his hands. "Besides the underground operating room, have you heard any other useful information?"

"We’d better escape as soon as possible. The hospital has special methods to find Du Shu. Those ’medicines’ called Du Shu have some connection with Du Shu herself. They will probably find Du Shu soon." Achong’s face turned bitter. "When that face-swapping freak comes back, we’ll definitely die."

"Do you know where the hospital’s ’medicine’ is hidden?"

"It should be in Building No. 7, but I’m not completely sure." Achong thought for a while. "The hospital categorizes patients into seven levels, and the most serious cases are all in Building No. 7. It’s said to be the most important and dangerous building in the Plastic Surgery Hospital."

"Good, then we’ll first head to the underground operating room in Building No. 5, and after that, we’ll go to Building No. 7." Han Fei made the next decision with Achong looking stupefied.

"Are you sure? Just the two of us? If we don’t run now, we won’t have a chance later."

"The Hidden Map is only so big; there’s simply no escaping it." Han Fei’s words shattered Achong’s last hope. "I’ve long told you players, if you want to leave successfully, then cooperate with me. But unfortunately, some among you refused to listen to me."

"Are my other teammates still alive?"

"They’re alive, but they’re in more pain than if they were dead." Han Fei grabbed Achong and walked to the door. "When I sent you to Building No. 5 during the day, a very tall doctor took over the trolley inside Building No. 5. Do you remember where he went?"

"A very tall doctor?" Achong followed behind Han Fei. "I have a bit of an impression. He pushed the cart and took me to Building No. 6. When he was about to enter Building No. 7, he discovered I was feigning unconsciousness, but he didn’t expose me."

"And then?"

"He entered Building No. 7 alone, took care of some paperwork for me, then delivered me to Building No. 5." Achong recalled carefully. "Is he your friend? I always felt he saved my life."

"It’s always Building No. 7..." Han Fei nodded slightly. "It seems we must make a trip there tonight."

With Achong in tow, Han Fei turned to close the ward door properly.

No matter what happened inside, at least there was no trace of blood on the door, and nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

Achong also noticed this, and it made him even more afraid.

"Stay close to me." Han Fei put the Blood-colored Paperman into his pocket, and he and Achong quietly entered the hallway.

Listenting intently, Han Fei detected faint footsteps and the slow rolling of wheels from upstairs.

Making a gesture for silence, Han Fei leaned against the wall, staying out of the blind spots in the field of view, and gradually made his way upstairs.

"Aren’t we supposed to go down to the first basement floor? What does it matter to us if there are people upstairs?" Seeing Han Fei heading up, Achong grasped the hem of his clothes tightly.

"The people upstairs might discover us."

Han Fei raised his blade upwards, and the lights in the fifth-floor corridor suddenly went out.

When the lights came back on, the empty corridor was left with only a cart used to transport patients, which sometimes was also used to carry the dead.

"Big brother, let’s go, there’s no one." Achong looked at the cart in the distance, his heart pounding incessantly.

A few seconds later, the lights went out again, and in the darkness, the sound of squeaky wheels rolling on the ground could be heard.

Achong’s body trembled as he remembered the terror of that night and prepared to persuade Han Fei again, "We’re headed for the basement, they’re on the fifth floor, why bother?"

Reaching out, Achong grabbed at nothing.

He stood frozen in the darkness, his lips dry, and his palms sweaty with tension and fear, "Han Fei? Where are you?"

The sound of the wheels got closer and closer, and Achong’s heart raced faster and faster, feeling as if every second in the darkness was infinitely stretched.

Who knew how long it took before the lights came on again.

Looking ahead, Achong saw Han Fei appearing next to the cart. The lights behind Han Fei were on normally, all the lights in front were off, as if he stood on the border between light and darkness.

"How did he... run faster than the cart?"

The rustling sound of electricity started, and the lights began to flicker, and in the moment the lights went out, a blinding white flash passed by.

The cart tipped over on the ground, and the lights in the entire corridor returned to normal.

Achong’s eyes widened as he watched Han Fei walking back, holding what seemed to be a thin medical record book.

"Is it over now?"

"What were you expecting?" Han Fei put away the medical record book, collecting five clues was not difficult for him, "The first time is excusable, but next time remember to follow my orders, when I tell you to shut up, you shut up."

"I understand, it will definitely be next time!" Achong nodded vigorously, now confident in Han Fei’s strength, "Brother, can you tell me how you did it? Could you teach me?"

In such a terrifying world, everyone wanted to possess the ability to confront ghosts.

"Right now..." Han Fei had just been about to say something when a sharp pain passed through his brain, followed by bleeding from his nose and mouth, almost causing him to lose his footing.

"Han Fei!" Achong quickly supported Han Fei, seeing him in such a sorry state, his newfound confidence was shattered, "So killing ghosts comes with such a huge price?"

Achong wanted to say more, but Han Fei suddenly pushed him away.

"What’s wrong?" Achong was full of confusion, not knowing what he did wrong, but then he witnessed a shocking scene.

With a knife in one hand, the Slaughter Saber in Han Fei’s palm burst out with dazzling light, and then he decisively slashed the blade towards his own head!

"No!" Achong cried out in alarm, falling to the ground in fright.

As the blade passed, Han Fei reopened his eyes, his Double Eyes filled with murderous intent, yet slightly cloudy at the bottom.

"Did you really think I couldn’t kill you just because you’re hiding in my brain?"

"I... I’m right here." Achong clung to the stair railing, truly not daring to approach Han Fei anymore; this was definitely not a normal person!

Scooting on the cold floor, Achong didn’t dare to stand up. He had always felt like a freak for having two personalities and was quite insecure about it. It wasn’t until he met Han Fei that he realized he was merely a bit of an outcast.

After a long while, Han Fei finally calmed down. His face was cold as he swept a glance at Achong sitting on the floor, "What are you doing sitting there?"

"The New Year is coming, how about I kowtow to you, as thanks for saving my life?" Achong remembered what the doctor had told his parents; patients with split personalities can’t be provoked and must be treated gradually.

"As the hidden ace of the Inevitable Truth team, you have to be useful," Han Fei pulled Achong up. As they were about to go downstairs, they heard strange noises from above.

"We’re going to explore one level below. To avoid detection, clearing out the buildings on the upper floors actually makes sense," Achong said, rubbing his hands and standing behind Han Fei, now starting to speak according to Han Fei’s thoughts.

"Makes sense." Han Fei calculated the time. Since they had already reached the fifth floor, going up one more didn’t matter.

Sticking to the walls, he moved swiftly, and a few minutes later, he had another medical record in his hand.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei’s Brain Sea.

"Attention, Player 0000! You’ve successfully obtained an F-class clue—List of Personality Disorders in Building Five!"

"List of Personality Disorders in Building Five (F-class Clue): You should know that there are no perfect Personalities in the world, just as the world itself is imperfect. Those on the list have all been sent underground. In fact, it’s these imperfect individuals that form the foundation of this absurd world. It is their growth that brings me closer to perfection. Collect three F-class clues to obtain an E-class clue!"

Putting the medical records together, Han Fei also saw the writing in the crevice, and with the newly acquired clue, he ran downstairs, "Those patients deprived of their personalities, they’ve all been sent underground, perhaps I can still see them if I go now."