My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 590: Seven Departments, Seven Kinds of Despair

Chapter 590: Chapter 590: Seven Departments, Seven Kinds of Despair

"Although Du Shu is my sister, we seldom communicate. She is the daughter our father adores the most, while I’m just an illegitimate daughter who should be kept out of sight. She shines like the brightest gem on a crown, whereas I am merely an inconspicuous accessory," Du Jing said, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "If she indeed did all this, what on earth did she do it for?"

"It could be because of jealousy," Han Fei replied, bringing over a relatively clean nurse’s uniform. "Jealous that you have a loving family, jealous that you have well-behaved, adorable children, jealous that you have the love she lacks."

Being Du Shu’s lover was a profoundly painful and terrifying ordeal, yet being her younger sister was even more excruciating.

Han Fei draped the nurse’s uniform over Du Jing. "You and Du Shu are biological sisters. You should understand her better than I do. The woman is only seemingly perfect; in reality, her soul is thoroughly tainted."

"I’ve had my doubts, but I always felt that she couldn’t possibly be that monstrous," Du Jing struggled to get up, her primary concern now her daughter.

"Hold on a second, let me see how to install this." Han Fei cleaned the bloodstains from the edge of the prosthetic, tried a few times, and finally managed to attach it to Du Jing’s leg. "Can you walk? If not, I’ll have my friend carry you."

After changing into the nurse’s uniform, Du Jing started to walk, and blood seeped from where her thigh connected to the prosthetic, which appeared very painful to onlookers.

"Forget it, I’ll have him carry you instead." Han Fei handed Du Jing over to Achong, a player somewhat twisted in mentality but somewhat useful.

"We can’t delay any longer; let’s head to Building Seven now."

Han Fei cleared the first basement level and returned to the corridor.

The ruckus they had caused on the first basement level hadn’t attracted anyone from the second basement, which Han Fei found abnormal.

"The second basement level is a passageway connecting other buildings. Many critical cases are transported directly through this floor, never seeing the light of day," Du Jing spoke weakly.

"Then couldn’t we also use the second floor to get into Building Seven?" Han Fei, who had visited the second basement of Building One, knew it was a parking lot prepared for VIPs, complete with secret passages.

"These passages usually can’t be opened; they need a special key," said Li Jing, seeming to know many hospital matters. "As far as I’m aware, only those dressed in black are eligible to get the keys to the underground passages."

"Then let’s stick to the original plan."

Back on the ground floor, the trio, dressed in different uniforms, ran towards Building Six.

After swiping his doctor’s work card, Han Fei was about to head inside when he suddenly saw someone standing at the front desk of Building Six’s lobby.

"Does Building Six have someone on front desk duty?"

Han Fei faintly remembered the things Zhang Zhuangzhuang had cautioned him to watch out for: after dark, if the front desk staff are smiling, you can approach them, but if they are crying, you definitely need to keep your distance.

"All the patients inside Building Seven are in critical condition. When there are no empty rooms in Building Seven, some patients are also transferred to Building Six; hence, these two buildings are the most dangerous in the hospital," whispered Du Jing. "Both doctors and patients pose a great risk."

"Understood." Han Fei felt it was indeed necessary to rescue Du Jing. With this experienced patient around, he could avoid many detours.

"Brother, there’s an hour and twenty minutes left until midnight. How about we don’t alert anyone and just sneak past to enter Building Seven," suggested Achong, worried Han Fei might do something impulsive again. Originally agreed upon was the killing of just one person, but later, to cover up their "crimes," they rampaged through an entire building.

"Did you just call me ’brother’?" Han Fei felt it odd upon hearing Achong’s address, as he didn’t believe their relationship was close enough to be calling each other ’brother.’

"Then what should I call you? Master?" Achong was terrified and meekly asked.

"Just call me Han Fei. I don’t want to argue with that pervert," Han Fei instructed Du Jing to stay put and gently pushed open the safety door to enter the hallway.

Zhang Zhuangzhuang indeed had warned Han Fei, but the problem was that the front desk staff had their head down all the time. Without getting closer, it was unthinkable to tell whether they were crying or smiling.

Slowing his steps, Han Fei tried to appear as normal as possible, as if he were a doctor just finished with his duties, swiftly walking toward the front desk.

The pale light shone on the service counter, and all was eerily silent. The staff member stood there like a paperman, completely motionless.

"Good evening," Han Fei approached proactively. When he was only two or three meters away from the front desk, the head-hanging receptionist’s body began to tremble slightly, her shoulders shaking gently as her black hair hung down over her chest.

Anyone inexperienced would definitely stop in their tracks upon seeing this eerie scene, treading carefully.

But Han Fei not only didn’t slow down, he suddenly started to speed up.

The trembling of the receptionist’s body grew more intense, and as Han Fei approached, the receptionist suddenly raised her head!

She was smiling, but her eyeballs had been gouged out, and her disfigured face was covered in blood tears!

"Good evening!"

"Beauty, you scared me."

Drawing the Rebirth Saber, Han Fei slashed at the receptionist.

The receptionist standing behind the counter rapidly moved forward, her arms outstretched, attempting to embrace Han Fei and press her face against his!

"It seems you struck first."

A flash of light, and Han Fei collided with the receptionist at the front desk.

Han Fei’s body flew backwards, while the receptionist’s body was split in half.

Countless tiny threads of Blood Silk tried to mend the receptionist’s body, but the wounds inflicted by the Rebirth Saber couldn’t be healed by any impurity.

The receptionist fell to the ground, turning into Black Blood, as faint light points surged into the Rebirth Saber.

Han Fei sat on the ground, looking at the wounds and finger marks torn open on his shoulders, heart still pounding.

"My thirty-two points of Physical Strength and she easily knocked me flying?" He reached out to touch the wound on his shoulder, squeezing out some black blood: "Luckily, my resistance to curses and Soul Poison is quite high."

Han Fei, the nominal owner of the Death Building, was very familiar with various Death Curses, and also had been consistently eating meat prepared by Xu Qin, rendering most curses nothing more than seasoning to him.

"Brother Han, are you alright?" Achong, carrying Du Jing, ran over to check after seeing Han Fei fall.

"I’m fine." Han Fei looked up at the building: "Let’s forget it, we’ll head to Building Seven first, just be careful not to touch the blood on the ground, it contains curses."

The hatred-filled curses within the receptionist’s heart and the Soul Poison-filled blood flowing within the doctors, these ghosts of the hospital each possessed their own Special Ability. Unfortunately, Han Fei had previously taken them by surprise, never giving them a chance to exhibit their power.

"We can’t be reckless anymore, the whole hospital is transforming, the further we go, the more terrifying things we’re going to encounter."

The Rebirth Saber was incredibly sharp, capable of killing any blood-tainted Ghost and Monster, but when facing those truly powerful Ghosts and Monsters, Han Fei often only had one chance to strike. If he failed to kill his opponent, then he would be killed instead.

Not lingering in Building Six, Han Fei, along with Achong and Du Jing, arrived at the entrance to Building Seven.

Standing outside the security door, looking in, Building Seven didn’t seem much different from the other buildings, just appearing more gloomy, as if devoid of any living creature.

"Du Jing, you’ve lived in Building Seven before, right? Is there anything we need to be particularly cautious about?"

"There are many abnormal patients in Building Seven, so if you see a hospital room door that’s half-open, don’t go near it," Du Jing said after thinking for a while, then continued, "I’ve heard that some doctors inside are actually patients pretending to be them, it’s quite chaotic in there."

"Did you ever see a doctor with the surname Yan? He was very tall."

"No," Du Jing shook her head slightly: "My attending doctor was named Zhang Xi, a woman who doesn’t talk much."

"Zhang Xi?" Han Fei stared at Du Jing in shock, not expecting to receive news about Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s sister from her, "Do you know where she usually might be in Building 7? I have a letter here for her."

"She supervises the patients on the fourth floor, but I suggest you best not approach her casually," Du Jing’s eyes flickered with fear, "I’ve witnessed that female doctor kill people. To her, patients are like building blocks—she checks the wards every night, and any ward she selects will be soaked with a lot of blood the next day, welcoming new patients."

"That horrifying?"

"Many patients on the fourth floor call her the Female Death God. Although she’s responsible for our psychological counseling, it seems like she has severe psychological problems herself," Du Jing said, feeling scared just thinking about it.

"It seems she is very strong, then I must find her," Han Fei nodded secretly, "Sister Jing, are you familiar with the patients inside Building 7? Have you seen a patient named Qiangwei? He must have been captured just in the last few days."

"I’m not sure," Du Jing responded with a hint of regret, "Among the patients recently confined to Building 7, I only remember one, and he’s called Shen Luo. It’s said that he bribed the doctors and is the only patient who ever escaped from Building 7, but he was captured again later."

"That name sounds a bit familiar, but let’s not worry about him now," Han Fei did not want to encounter Shen Luo at such a critical moment.

"I don’t know anything else."

Unable to obtain the information he wanted, Han Fei could only enter Building 7 himself to check.

He gently pulled open the door. The white light inside Building 7 pricked his hand like ice.

For the first time, Han Fei realized that even light could be so cold.

In the empty corridor, not a soul was in sight, the doors to the wards and departments on both sides weren’t locked, and some doors were half-open, the hallway lights utterly unable to dispel the profound darkness.

Upon entering Building 7, Han Fei’s body was completely enveloped by the light, and he felt as though his soul had fallen into an ice hole.

As he kept falling in the cold, a strong sense of helplessness involuntarily emerged in his mind.

"This place is too strange."

Looking up, Han Fei eyed the room nearest to him.

The door was half-open, with a few black words written on it—Hair Transplant Center.

Remembering what Du Jing had said, he was reluctant to get too close to these unlocked rooms, but they were now too close to that particular room.

The Hair Transplant Center was just at the entrance of the first floor corridor. To go to the fourth floor to find Zhang Xi, they would definitely have to pass by this department.

Holding the Rebirth Saber in his hand, Han Fei signaled for Achong and Du Jing not to stray too far from him.

He moved his feet slowly, his eyes fixed on the half-open door.

The darkness inside the Hair Transplant Center was slowly swirling, as if something might suddenly burst out.

"It looks normal, but in reality, it feels like this building has completely transformed," he murmured.

The Blood-colored Paperman also climbed onto his shoulder from his pocket and issued a warning to him, the first time the Blood-colored Paperman had ever warned him.

"Knowing that I have three kids and several wives, the Blood-colored Paperman has never been this nervous; it seems I’ve really run into trouble."

Moving his feet, Han Fei thought about retreating, but just then he heard the system’s voice in his mind.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered a Shrine Random Task—Seven Kinds of Despair."

"Seven Kinds of Despair: These seven departments killed his seven emotions, bringing him seven different kinds of despair."

"Mission requirements: Use any means necessary to kill the seven despair entities in the different departments. For each entity killed, you will receive a significant amount of experience and special rewards."

Han Fei was about to give up, but the system’s task prompt piqued his interest again.

"Seven departments represent seven kinds of despair, and killing each one provides rewards?"

After entering the Shrine World, Han Fei had only completed two tasks, which meant he had only two opportunities to access his item bar and couldn’t retrieve many items.

"The experience from Shrine tasks is incredibly rich, and I cannot miss the special rewards; this task is worth undertaking."

He placed the blood-colored Paperman back over his heart. In times of real danger, Han Fei’s most trusted protector remained the Paperman, nourished by Xu Qin’s blood, to guard his heart.

"Ready to head upstairs."

Han Fei moved forward, the darkness in the department flickering continuously, but there seemed to be no other anomalies.

Highly vigilant, Han Fei managed to walk past the department and entered the corridor; nothing from inside the department followed.

"Seems safe enough." Achong hurriedly followed Han Fei, but just as he approached the department door, an enormous hand covered in black hair suddenly reached out from inside!

"Upstairs!" As Han Fei urged, his body lunged forward, his blade slashing at the giant hand.

The black hair was severed by the Rebirth Saber, and the giant hand turned into a pile of hair on the floor.

All the black hair that came into contact with the Rebirth Saber dissipated, but those strands that hadn’t touched the Saber seemed to come alive as they settled on the ground and began to regroup.

"I must strike at the original body."

Han Fei now couldn’t afford to enter the Hair Transplant Center alone; he needed someone to help him hold off the hair and buy him time to find the hair’s original body.

The trio swiftly moved upstairs to the second floor.

The department near the stairway on the second floor was just as eerie; the door was half-open, and blood incessantly seeped out, with the department’s nameplate—Cleft Lip and Palate Center—thrown on top of the blood.

Han Fei, fully focused, stared at the department door, preparing to sprint past when a doctor in a lab coat suddenly emerged from the department.

His back to Han Fei, he spoke with a strange tone, "Oh? It’s quite late, yet there are still people in the hallway?"

"We were looking to ask Doctor Zhang Xi some questions."

"Don’t go looking for her just yet. I’ve run into some trouble here and need your help," the doctor said urgently with his back still turned.

"What help?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing this suspicious doctor.

"I have an emergency patient I’m about to lose control of!" the doctor shouted anxiously, "No time for questions! Hurry over!"

"Alright." Han Fei gripped his saber and moved forward. As the doctor reached to grab his wrist, Han Fei suddenly sped up, "The patient you mentioned, it wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?"

The doctor, who had his back to Han Fei, paused momentarily. He then turned around, revealing a mouth split into four sections.

"How did you know? Do you also think I don’t look like you and the others?"

Underneath the doctor’s lab coat was a hospital gown stained with crusty blood, and his eyes differed entirely from those of the controlled souls in the hospital.