My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 588 Han Fei’s Treatment Plan

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 Han Fei’s Treatment Plan

With the inadvertent help of the Nameless Hero from Building No. 2, Han Fei didn’t take too long to eliminate the ghosts and monsters in Building No. 5. He led Achong downstairs and arrived at the underground first floor.

The walls, covered in patches, looked more and more like the skin of an elderly person. The entire building exuded a sense of Death Intent; the further they went underground, the denser that sense became.

"Brother Han, did you see any other players when you came here?" Achong cautiously followed behind Han Fei. "What I mean is, they might also be investigating the hospital, and it wouldn’t be good if you accidentally hurt them."

"Do you think I’m the kind of person who strikes blindly?" Han Fei raised his arm, and Achong promptly closed his mouth. He was extremely obedient to Han Fei, showing unswerving loyalty. If players had a loyalty level, Achong’s would probably be catching up to Big Evil’s by now.

Gently pushing the safety door, Han Fei used his Ghost Eye Talent Ability to look into the basement where more than one shadow was bustling about in the darkness.

"It’s quite lively down here," Han Fei said, his eyes cloudy. He slowly bent down, ready to clear out one room at a time. "Don’t go to the left; there’s something hidden in the darkness over there."

"How did you find them?" Achong looked at Han Fei’s moist eyes. "Is this your Talent Ability, the crocodile’s tears?"

Han Fei turned and gave Achong a look but didn’t stoop to his level, quietly sneaking in.

The basement was completely different from the above-ground structures, filled with a cold and eerie abnormality. Various pipes hung overhead, the ground was uneven, as though something was rolling underneath.

"Doesn’t it feel like this building has a life of its own?"

"You’re surprised by that? Isn’t it quite normal for a building to have a life?" Han Fei had experienced too much; all buildings close to the Shrine, all located at the center of Memory World, would gradually become tainted with "divinity," assimilated by Shrine Memory.

While they appeared inanimate, walking within them felt like entering the body of the Shrine’s original owner. Han Fei’s own Department Store, inherited from Mirror God, was such a place.

"You’re right," Achong quickly agreed, his experiences this night unlocking the door to a new world and deepening his understanding of the game "Perfect Life."

In his eyes, Han Fei was his guide, showing him through actions that even a psychologically twisted person could live with such confidence and elegance.

"Flesh and machinery fused together, this underground structure closely resembles the manifestation of Fu Sheng’s nightmare."

Compared to the basement of Building No. 1, the basement of Building No. 5 was like a prison.

Rusty rebar crudely separated the sickrooms, broken medical equipment was strewn about everywhere, and the floor was covered in blood-stained bandages and putrid-smelling hospital gowns. Going further, there was even a pile of prosthetic limbs akin to a mound.

"It smells terrible," Achong said, excitement flickering in his eyes. "But I can’t help wanting to smell it more."

"You’ve got some twisted tastes."

Grabbing the rust-covered handrail, Han Fei approached the closest room.

He tried to slowly pull the door open and surprisingly found that the iron door wasn’t locked.

Entering swiftly, Han Fei saw a security guard with pale skin tinkering with something.

Pieces of skin had been torn off, blood pooled on the floor, and the guard, caught up in his play, suddenly seemed to sense something.

Turning his head, when he spotted Han Fei wearing a doctor’s coat, he promptly stood up, blocking the view of the table with his body.

"Doctor, are you here for the medicine?" The guard’s voice was mature, but he looked very young.

"What are you doing?" Han Fei walked forward, noticing a box on the guard’s desk containing prosthetic limbs just taken from patients.

"A patient went missing in the basement, and we found this while tossing out the trash, so I wanted to bring it back for investigation." The security guard turned around hastily, seemingly preparing to move the box under the table, "I’ll go get you your medication right now..."

But halfway through his sentence, the guard suddenly felt something was off; he looked down to find his chest seemingly pierced by sunlight.

Without pain or discomfort, he blankly turned back to look at Han Fei, "Is it dawn already?"

Putting away the Rebirth Saber, Han Fei supported the guard, letting him slowly fall to the ground, his hands beginning to search through the guard’s pockets.

"Attention, Player 0000! You have successfully discovered a Grade-G quest item—a ward key."

Having Achong drag the guard’s body to the side, Han Fei turned his attention to the box placed on the table by the guard; the prosthetic limb that had just been removed from a patient was still attached to some of the patient’s flesh and blood.

In this underground hospital, people had lost their most basic dignity, becoming objects that could be disassembled and reassembled at will.

"Attention, Player 0000! You have successfully discovered a Grade-G quest item—her left leg."

As Han Fei touched the prosthetic limb, the system issued a prompt.

"Is this thing also a quest item?" Han Fei, taking the blood-stained prosthetic, handed it to a dumbfounded Achong, "Take good care of it."

Holding the prosthetic, Achong dared not ask questions, his expression somewhat helpless.

"There are six keys on the security guard, but I just took a quick look, and there are at least nine rooms on the basement level."

With keys in hand, Han Fei left the security office and walked toward the nearest ward.

After several attempts, Han Fei finally opened the door to the ward, a pungent stench assaulting his nostrils.

The spacious room lacked the normal furnishings of a ward like beds and cabinets; instead, there were several heavy locks in the center of the room, designed to secure someone to the floor.

"There are signs of struggle on the floor, and marks of chopping. The chains are covered in a lot of dried blood; this place seems to be used for dismembering ’patients’." Han Fei touched the chains, "The blood traces are relatively fresh, just a surface coagulation; when pressed, there’s a slight stickiness—patients must have been taken away not long ago."

Turning to enter the second ward, Han Fei frowned slightly. He saw walls adorned with various prosthetic limbs—hands and feet, from the elderly and children, a wide assortment that was almost like walking into a department store for human parts.

"This is too creepy." Holding the leg, Achong dared not enter, watching as Han Fei casually strolled among the prosthetics as if he were at home, occasionally touching this and that.

"No system prompts were triggered, so these things aren’t quest items." Han Fei looked back at the human leg in Achong’s hands, "Why would that leg be a quest item? Is it special? Is the owner of that leg still alive?"

With Achong in tow, Han Fei entered the third ward, where a collection of jars and bottles were on display, each soaking various organs.

"The first room is for dismembering patients, the second room houses replacement limbs, the third room is for storing organs..." Looking at the six keys in his hand, Han Fei then entered the fourth room.

Pushing the door open, a chill emanated forth; several large ice chests were placed against the wall inside the room.

Upon opening them, inside were pieces of flesh shining crystalline like ice.

After a round, Han Fei entered the fifth room, which housed a variety of human bones. Seen from a distance, those bones looked as exquisite as white jade, smooth and seemingly nature’s own art.

Finally, Han Fei arrived at the door of the sixth room. Before opening it, he faintly heard cries of despair and weeping emerge; the small ward seemed to hide all of humanity’s sorrow.

As the door opened, Han Fei’s pupils slightly contracted, while Achong following behind was utterly stunned.

In the sixth ward hung face after face; these faces, taken from different people, were initially horrifying at a glance. Yet, with calm contemplation, not only was there no fear, but one could also feel a peculiar sense as if appreciating scrolls of art painted with life.

Dressed in a doctor’s coat, Han Fei had barely opened the door when all the sounds inside the room instantaneously vanished, and every piece of facial skin tightly closed its eyes.

Han Fei moved forward, but Achong clutched his arm tightly, "Are you sure you want to go in?"

Achong couldn’t comprehend where Han Fei got the courage to directly enter into such a hellish scene, "Those are faces that have been removed!"

"Shh, be quiet." Han Fei slowly entered the ward, using his secret to touch the depths of the soul, he gently lifted up a face.

Tension and unease transmitted through his fingertips, and faint crying could be heard by his ears.

This face harbored emotions of sadness; it had been crying continuously.

"Does each face represent a type of emotion that has been stripped away? How did the hospital achieve this?" Han Fei had intended to learn the various advanced technologies of the hospital and then apply them to the players, modifying their memories, but now it seemed that such technology was difficult for ordinary people to master.

When his fingertips touched a face, it felt as though he was directly caressing a person’s soul.

"Can you hear my voice?" Han Fei said softly to the face with a serious expression, making Achong shake his head in response.

"I am not a doctor from this hospital, I’m here to save you." Before Han Fei could finish his sentence, his fingers suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Several tiny blood holes appeared on the palm of his hand that was holding the face, and within the exceedingly beautiful face seemed to be hidden some kind of extremely vicious curse.

"Player number 0000 please be aware! You have been cursed with a low-level Soul Poison Curse, the curse has not entered your body, and it is unable to further harm you."

Han Fei’s expression gradually changed as he looked at the tiny wounds on his palm that wouldn’t heal.

If it were not for his frequent interactions with Big Evil, which had given him a very high resistance to Soul Poison, he would have been afflicted immediately.

"I want to save you, yet you curse me?" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Saber, and the sharp light of the blade slowly approached the face, "If you don’t speak up, then I will grant you release right now."

The face contained various emotions, and by helping the face achieve release, the Rebirth Saber might also be empowered.

As the edge of the blade came closer and closer, about to touch the tip of the nose on the face, it suddenly opened its eyes!

It was as if a taboo of the underground ward had been touched, as all the faces in room six opened their eyes, all of them looking at Han Fei.

Achong, scared, kept retreating, but Han Fei’s tone grew even firmer, "Your bodies have long been disfigured beyond recognition, but your souls still retain their original appearance, your hearts must also be filled with unwillingness, right?"

Under Achong’s astonished gaze, Han Fei took out a thick medical record from his pocket, "Some of your names are in here, I know what you’ve been through, and I know your families are still desperately searching for you, now I am willing to take you with me and leave."

With one hand holding the book, and the other the saber, Han Fei looked at each face, "If you don’t want to leave, that’s fine too, I will help you be released from this so you no longer have to suffer."

Through that Grade F clue, Han Fei knew that those with unhealthy personalities persecuted by the hospital were all underground. He had secretly infiltrated to rescue these people being exploited by the hospital and to destroy the foundation of the "institution."

Han Fei stood alone in the room hung with faces, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and even just watching made Achong’s heart pound with fear.

After a brief silence, the face in Han Fei’s hand began to shatter, and the originally picturesque cheeks seemed to melt away.

Pieces of skin fell off, revealing the black blood vessels hidden within the cheeks, the Soul Poison that had pricked Han Fei just now had come from those vessels.

"Kill me, please kill me!"

The shattered face whispered a plea to Han Fei, uttering its last words.

Han Fei endured the sting in his palm as he stared at that face.

In this room, each face represented a unique emotion, crystallizations of the patients’ memories, the most distinctive parts of their souls.

A person became different from others precisely because of these unique memories and emotions.

They were far from perfect, yet it was these imperfect emotions, personalities, and memories that made up this world full of variables and the unknown.

"The Plastic Surgery Hospital desires perfection, so it took away what was useful from you, discarding these imperfect ’parts’ here, and then trapped you with Soul Poison and Curse," Han Fei reached out and grasped a vein covered in Soul Poison using a secret technique that could touch the depths of the soul. He attempted to pull the vein out, but unfortunately, the vein had taken root in those faces.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

As the Soul Poison was activated, more and more faces began to scream out loudly.

"There’s no better solution now." Han Fei clenched his fingers around the Rebirth Saber, radiant saber light reflecting off each face, "Your presence here means that at least someone still remembers you, engraving the last bit of goodness left in you within their Memory World. I will help you change your fate as quickly as I can, so you can be reborn."

The Rebirth Saber swept across the faces, black blood, transparent tears, and specks of humanity floated in the air.

As blood and tears fell to the ground, the last remnants of good humanity and hope within those faces penetrated into the Rebirth Saber.

The cries faded away, and the Slaughter Saber in Han Fei’s hand became even more dazzling and sharp, as if it had begun a new Transformation.

"The number of companions on this path I walk is growing," Han Fei said.

Han Fei also felt sorrow for the patients’ suffering; he was growing to despise this so-called Perfect Life Plastic Surgery Hospital even more now.

"There’s no such thing as perfect in the world, so why tirelessly pursue something that doesn’t exist?" he reflected.

"Han Fei! It looks like someone is coming!" Achong, who was keeping watch at the door, desperately waved at Han Fei. Clutching his leg, he looked extremely anxious.

The commotion caused by the faces had been too great, and staff from the lower floor were approaching.

"We’re done for! We’ve been discovered!" Seeing shadows moving in the darkness, Achong despaired, contemplating whether he should find a corner to pretend to be dead, to act as if he were a corpse since he could endure pain well and wouldn’t flinch even if cut several times.

"Don’t panic, there’s still a chance to fix this." Han Fei pulled Achong into ward number six, "All we have to do is take out these people."

Footsteps rang out from the shadows and a rotund male doctor with a face full of cracks appeared before Han Fei, followed by two pale nurses. Further back, two security guards in uniform were walking toward them.

"Did something happen here just now?" The fat doctor’s skin was filled with a great amount of accumulated red blood, and his stomach was constantly moving, as if something inside was slowly growing.

"A patient sneaked into room six," Han Fei said flatly, stepping aside from the door.

"Just one patient?" The fat doctor cracked a smile, pointing at Han Fei, "But why do I see two patients?"

"I chased him here; this is my ID," Han Fei walked toward the fat doctor, calm.

"You really think I can’t tell?" the fat doctor laughed heartily, his belly visibly swelling, "You say you’re a doctor, so can you diagnose what I’m suffering from?"

"You have chapped lips from talking too much, they’re even peeling," Han Fei stepped in front of the fat doctor, the Slaughter Saber in his hand bursting with blinding light, "My prescribed treatment is euthanasia."