My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 589: The Only Glimmer of Light

Chapter 589: Chapter 589: The Only Glimmer of Light

The most benevolent prayers of human nature had formed the edge of the Rebirth Saber, which illuminated the floor below when Han Fei picked up the Slaughter Saber.

Night turned into day.

With no superfluous movement, every sentence Han Fei spoke drew him closer until he was within the striking range.

The chubby doctor’s smile froze on his face. Under these circumstances, it was challenging for any ghost to smile.

He had never expected such an ordinary-looking living person could easily pull out such a terrifying slaughter saber. Nor had he anticipated that the other party would decide to kill him after merely three sentences.

Compared to Han Fei, he felt he was truly just a doctor.

"I think..."

The fat arm lifted, and then the chubby doctor saw his own arm being split in the middle, nothing could stop the blade of the saber!

His vision was filled with light, and the chubby doctor felt a long-missed warmth on his forehead; it had been a long time since he felt warmth.

"Quack..."

The enormous heavy body fell to the ground. Like a punctured balloon, a large amount of Blood Silk splattered out of his body.

However, what happened next was quite bizarre. The splattered Blood Silk enveloped to both sides, penetrated into the bodies of the two nurses, then seemed to be controlled by some force and went back into the chubby doctor’s stomach.

A typical person might have been distracted by such a sudden accident, but Han Fei had sensed there was something wrong with the chubby doctor’s stomach from the very beginning.

After swinging the first strike, he continued slashing down like torrential rain!

The white coat was cut open, and the chubby doctor’s stomach had completely mutated, with a face made of Blood Silk growing on it.

This face looked somewhat similar to Du Shu, always angry. And her furious face would twist and turn, becoming hideously frightening.

"An angry face?"

Emotion can give strength, and the chubby doctor was much stronger and more robust than other doctors, possibly due to that angry face.

He kept hacking down. To prevent that face from resurrecting, Han Fei used the Rebirth Saber to completely smash it, severing all the Blood Silk that made up the face.

Achong, hiding in the room, also witnessed this scene. He bit his own hand tightly to stop himself from making any noise.

It was too brutal!

This was not a forced counterattack; it was a premeditated slaughter.

He watched helplessly as the chubby doctor and the two nurses turned into pools of blood, while that man kept swinging his saber.

Blood leaked from his bitten fingers; Achong curled up in the corner. The shadow of Han Fei continuously hacking was reflected on the wall behind him, looming over his psyche like a dark shadow.

At that moment, not only his primary Personality, but his other Personality, too, was profoundly shaken.

"What kind of horror film actor behaves like this?"

"He clearly enjoys it."

Huddled in the corner, questioning himself, when Achong saw Han Fei chasing after the two security guards with the Slaughter Saber, his mind started to blur, "Are we really representing justice?"

The light on the underground floor slowly disappeared, and after the last security guard fell, Han Fei returned to Room Six with his findings, "Hospital gowns are too suspicious, you should put on this security guard uniform."

"Okay." Achong ran over quickly, now absolutely obedient to what Han Fei said.

Seeing how compliant Achong was, Han Fei didn’t think much. He just felt that someone like Achong, who had a disturbed childhood, would definitely have a peculiar personality.

"Hurry up, the mutation in the hospital is getting worse." Han Fei could distinctly feel during the fight that these security guards were physically much improved compared to before—he was almost unable to keep up.

"It’s not yet midnight, wait for when the night is darkest, that’s when the mutation is at its worst." Nervous inside, Han Fei took out his phone to check the time, there was still an hour and a half until midnight.

Without waiting for Achong to change his clothes, Han Fei walked towards the deepest part of the underground floor.

Beyond six wards, the most critical room on the underground floor was the surgery room, which was where the chubby doctor had emerged from.

The door to the surgery room was not closed. Its layout was similar to that in building one, but the floor was cluttered with prosthetics and obsolete medical equipment, making it a bit messy.

"These things can strip a person of their emotions and memories?"

Looking toward the center surgery table in the surgery room, Han Fei lifted a layer of blood-stained cloth, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

A patient lay on the operating table, appearing to be around thirty years old, with only one right leg.

"Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully triggered the Shrine Random Task—Fellow Patient."

"Fellow Patient: No matter what, he couldn’t forget that memory, when he was tied to the hospital bed, when he was driven mad by despair, when he felt disappointed by everyone, it was this utterly ordinary fellow patient who told him there was still hope in the Mortal World, bringing him the only sliver of light."

"Task requirement one: protect her until dawn."

"Task requirement two: fulfill her life’s only wish—find her daughter, no matter what her daughter has become."

"Caution! Completing this task may probabilistically yield a special reward from the Shrine!"

The sudden task information in his Brain Sea made Han Fei stop in his tracks as he found the woman’s medical record in the operating room.

"Patient: Du Jing."

"Age: Thirty-one."

"Formerly a VIP in building one, source of funds unknown. Encountered a car accident on June 15th, her husband and daughter died in the accident, she lost her left leg in the accident."

"Physical condition has recovered well, but she developed emotional disorders due to excessive grief and engaged in dangerous behaviors; per Doctor Du Shu’s advice, isolated in building seven."

Looking at the information on the medical record and combining it with the task information, Han Fei roughly guessed some things.

In reality, Fu Sheng, having seen his father commit murder, collapsed, and under Du Shu’s cruelty, she very likely would have wanted to get him treated in her own hospital.

Fu Sheng must have met Du Jing here; one was an unfortunate child whose mother died early and whose father was a murderer, the other a pitiable mother who lost all family members and only had one leg left.

"Looking at the task hint, Du Jing must have helped Fu Sheng a lot."

The future of Shrine World had already changed, now Fu Sheng wasn’t admitted to the hospital, replaced by Han Fei as a father.

"Achong, bring the leg here!"

Han Fei seemed to know the function of this task item now, intending to reinstall the prosthetic leg to Du Jing, but lifting the white cloth, he saw that the wound on Du Jing’s leg had already festered.

Possibly feeling the pain, Du Jing slowly opened her eyes; her face was devoid of any blood color, her breath was faint, and she looked like she was at death’s door.

"Lie still, I’ll get you out of here," Han Fei found bandages and blood-stopping tools in the operating room, acting very adeptly.

The bleeding from the leg was stemmed, but the woman had no will to live; she was like a doll that had lost its soul, indifferent to everything around her.

Seeing the woman like this, Han Fei was reminded of Fu Sheng earlier; both were completely engulfed in despair, having no aspirations left for living.

Han Fei was going to the more dangerous building seven later, and if Du Jing remained like this, she was likely to put everyone in danger.

If a person doesn’t want to survive themselves, no matter how hard others try, it’s always hard to truly save her in the end.

"Can you hear my voice?" Han Fei squatted next to Du Jing, looking at her numb face.

The best way to rescue those who had completely succumbed to despair was to give them hope, even if it was the most trivial hope.

"Actually, there is something we have been hiding from you," Han Fei tried to make sure his voice was clear enough for her to hear: "Your daughter didn’t die in the car accident, I don’t know what past issues you had with Du Shu, but she didn’t let us tell you this, she seemed to want to do something terrible to your daughter."

Under the enhancement of his Word Spirit ability, everything seemed like the devil tempting mortals, lending Han Fei’s words a particular persuasiveness.

When Han Fei mentioned that Du Jing’s daughter wasn’t dead, her eyes momentarily flickered.

After Han Fei finished speaking, Du Jing turned her head to look at him, the despair in her eyes being replaced by another emotion.

"I’m beginning to suspect that the car accident involving your family was Du Shu’s doing. Did you ever have any conflict with her in building one?" Han Fei spoke solemnly, his words igniting the anger in Du Jing’s heart.

The numbness on Du Jing’s face had disappeared, her double eyes regained focus, she stared intensely at Han Fei, and her purple lips parted slightly: "My daughter is still alive?"

"Yes, and I can also responsibly tell you that she is in this hospital. We can go find her right now."

After Han Fei said this, the scarred woman pushed against the operating table with both arms, gradually sitting up: "As long as I can find her, I can give you whatever you need!"

"Don’t rush," Han Fei looked at Du Jing’s back; only after she sat up did he discover that a face resembling Du Shu’s was growing on Du Jing’s back, but the eyes of that face were closed and had not opened: "Are you also Du Shu’s ’medicine’?"

Du Jing didn’t respond, her fingers involuntarily clenched when she heard the name Du Shu.

"I see in your medical record that you were once a VIP in building one, so you must have met Du Shu, right? Did anything ever happen between you two?" Han Fei looked more and more at Du Jing, feeling she resembled Du Shu slightly.

"I never had any conflicts with Du Shu." Du Jing shook her head: "She is my sister."