My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 591: Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Chapter 591: Chapter 591: Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Doctor’s lips tore toward all directions, revealing a dense, crooked set of teeth inside.

This monster, emerging from a cleft lip center, had his entire face ripped open, biting ferociously towards Han Fei’s skull!

Facing such a horrifying scene, Han Fei did not back down and confronted it head-on, aiming a blade at the doctor’s face.

With Rebirth in hand, he dared to strike down even the hatred itself.

The brilliant blade light fell downward—the grotesque and ugly doctor seemed to realize something was amiss and stumbled backward at the critical moment of collision.

Rebirth only sliced off a "petal" of his lip, leaving a bloody wound on his face.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed as the doctor covered his already abnormal face; his eyes gradually turned blood-red, fixated on the piece of lip on the ground.

The tooth-covered lip fell to the ground, like a petal made from human flesh.

"You! Seek! Death!"

Amidst the mix of blood and growls, the doctor pulled two blood-stained scalpels from his pocket, "I will turn all of you into creatures like me! Then those intact will be the minority! And the minority are the patients!"

The doctor’s speed was incredibly fast, and Han Fei himself was secretly alarmed. Just moments ago, he targeted the doctor’s neck, but the man managed to dodge such a close strike.

All the rooms in this building number seven housed monstrous creatures. Han Fei made a split-second decision, "Go to the fourth floor first!"

The doctor before him was impersonating a patient from the cleft lip center. If they were seen by other doctors in the hospital, both would be targeted. Thus, Han Fei also led the cleft lip doctor upstairs.

Upon receiving Han Fei’s order, Achong, carrying Du Jing on his back, sprinted upward, not daring to waste the precious time Han Fei fought for with his life.

"No one is going to escape!" The doctor had gone mad, brandishing two scalpels with unbelievable speed; he resembled a beast hidden in the night, relentlessly tearing into any living thing he saw.

To protect Du Jing from harm, Han Fei had no choice but to stall the doctor bravely.

The doctor was extremely psychotic, always aiming his knife directly at Han Fei’s cheeks, wanting to destroy Han Fei’s face, which held a charm of negative fourteen.

For most actors, the face is always more important than any other body part, but Han Fei was an exception. He began to consider in his mind whether to use his face to feint, creating an opportunity to strike with his blade.

As long as he could hit a vital spot, with the sharpness of Rebirth, the other party would undoubtedly die.

The doctor was a pathological madman, while Han Fei was an extremely calm madman. Both had experienced the most terrible and desperate situations.

"Han Fei! Watch out!" Achong’s shout echoed around the corner of the third floor. Han Fei did not look back but immediately bolted away from where he stood.

In the place where he had just been standing, some orange-yellow almost transparent mucus dripped.

"Is this dripping from the floor above?" Han Fei dared not divert his attention, only sparing it a brief glance with the corner of his eye, as the mucus continuously flowed down through the gaps in the stairs, looking very disgusting.

A foul smell permeated the air, and Han Fei worried he might not have the strength to face other dangers after fighting desperately.

He dismissed the idea of trading injury for injury with the doctor and quickly retreated, running upstairs.

The doctor, from whom a piece of lip had been cut, relentlessly pursued him, holding two scalpels and vowing to turn Han Fei into his replica.

Fleeing rapidly, they reached the third floor.

The floor was already covered with that stinking yellow mucus, some areas almost transparent while others were turbid and chunky, looking extremely nauseous.

"What on earth is this?"

The mucus on the sole of the shoe made it difficult to stand, and Achong, carrying Du Jing, almost fell. He unintentionally grabbed the stair railing, touching a bit of the mucus with his fingertips.

"It’s slippery and greasy, feels like touching lard?" Achong felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips, which initially felt quite comfortable, but soon he became uneasy.

The mucus easily penetrated the protective layer of skin and began seeping into his body, causing his fingers to swell by a quarter in an instant.

"Brother Han! My hand is poisoned!"

"Cut it off if necessary! Don’t let it spread!" Han Fei dodged as he spoke, not looking back.

His entire focus was on defending against the cleft lip doctor, dodging while also keeping an eye on his surroundings.

All the mucus was seeping out from the sculpture fat removal center on the third floor, and the door to that department seemed unable to close properly.

Chased by the frenzied cleft lip doctor, the three of them didn’t have a chance to look carefully and ran all the way to the fourth floor.

"Is Doctor Zhang Xi on this level?"

Rushing into the fourth-floor corridor, Han Fei gradually felt increasingly weak, with the cleft lip doctor speeding up alongside the shifting world.

More nauseating was that the opponent’s scalpel was smeared with an unknown curse—any scratch would slow the body down.

With each passing moment, Han Fei found it harder and harder to keep up.

What worried Han Fei even more was that whenever he faced danger, a subtle pain would emanate from his skull. Fu Yi seemed to be harboring much malice, always ready to land a fatal blow on Han Fei.

With internal worries and external dangers, Han Fei did not know how long he could hold on.

"We’re almost there, the ward I stayed in is just ahead! Doctor Zhang Xi usually works in the office in the middle of the corridor!"

The transformation of the hospital was severe, with the sickly pale lighting twisting along the corridor. The hallway that appeared short was actually very long, and each ward was spaced quite far apart.

After sprinting all the way, Han Fei and the other two finally arrived at the center of the fourth-floor corridor, where there was a special department — the Cosmetic Psychology Consultation Center.

This department was large, and its outer walls were covered with some text — cosmetic isn’t just about physical beauty and health but also refers to a perfect state of mind and social adaptation. We must reject pathological beauty, reject harmful cosmetic practices, and refuse the conformist pursuit of beauty.

Those sentences were filled with positive guidance, yet each word was drawn with blood, crooked and askew, looking like a form of sarcasm.

"Han Fei, are you sure we should go in?" Achong carried Du Jing on his back, and when he saw the blood-written words on the walls, he felt scared.

As Han Fei was busy dodging attacks from the doctor and didn’t have time to deal with Achong, he kicked Achong into the office when they reached the door.

Then he darted inside himself, seizing the last moment to shut the office door.

"You can’t escape! We’ll make you like me!" Doctor Split-lip’s scalpel kept stabbing the door panel, while Han Fei’s chest heaved as he gasped for air.

"Doctor Zhang Xi should be inside the office."

Du Jing leaned against the wall, moving closer to the room inside the office. She hadn’t even entered when she heard a woman’s voice coming from inside.

"This is a psychological issue called body dysmorphic disorder, a chronic, persistent psychological disorder that is primarily characterized by excessive concern and worry over perceived defects in appearance."

The woman’s voice was mature, calm, and pleasant, giving an impression of complete trustworthiness.

"Finally, to meet a normal person inside building seven." Achong also heard what the doctor was discussing in the room; the female doctor seemed to be conducting a consultation.

"Don’t be careless," Han Fei advised, eyeing the teetering office door. Doctor Split-lip could break in at any moment.

"Doctor Zhang Xi is usually quite normal most of the time," Du Jing whispered uncertainly as she gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

After receiving Doctor Zhang Xi’s permission, Du Jing opened the door, and they all saw the scene inside the office.

A woman in a white coat was sitting next to a clean and tidy desk, with a patient in a hospital gown sitting opposite her.

"Do you need something from me?" The female doctor spoke quite normally, seemingly unaffected by the world’s transformation, allowing Du Jing to relax slightly. She was about to enter the room and talk to Doctor Zhang Xi, but Han Fei stopped her.

"Hold on, look at that patient."

The patient sitting opposite the female doctor was continuously trembling. After enduring for two or three seconds, his entire body scattered like building blocks. What was more eerie was that despite this, he was still clinging to life, not Soul Scattering.

"You must have come here to consult about psychological issues as well," Doctor Zhang Xi, indifferent to the patient opposite her, rested her chin on her hands and looked at Du Jing, continuing on her own, "Is the prosthetic on your left leg comfortable? Your heart always feels persistent pain. This is suffering from body dysmorphic disorder, which urgently needs intervention."

"Doctor Zhang, compared to my own body, I’m actually more worried about my daughter," Du Jing whispered, but Doctor Zhang Xi ignored her completely, diagnosed her, and then looked towards Achong.

"You overly care about others’ opinions of you, always engaging in passive avoidance behaviors. This is also body dysmorphic disorder, in need of emergency treatment."

At first, Achong thought Doctor Zhang Xi looked fine, and she seemed very normal, but he slowly recognized something was off.

This Doctor Zhang Xi labeled everyone with body dysmorphic disorder, as if all her patients had the same condition.

"Something’s odd." Achong, pressing his swollen fingers, stepped back a few steps, but with a mad doctor smashing the door outside, he had nowhere to escape.

After Doctor Zhang Xi shifted her gaze from Achong, she then looked at Han Fei, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, "You often get caught in self-anxiety and contradictions. This is typical body dysmorphic disorder. There must be something you always wanted to change about yourself, right?"

Putting down the pen in her hand, Doctor Zhang Xi slowly rose from her seat. Her upper body was in a white coat, but the lower half hidden by the desk was covered in blood. She resembled a gory angel in red and white.

"People want to become beautiful mostly due to physiological needs, safety requirements, the need for belonging and love, the need for respect, and the need for self-realization," Doctor Zhang Xi opened a drawer and pulled out a bright scalpel, looking tenderly at Han Fei, "No matter your needs, I will fulfill them, carving you into a better version of yourself."

As Doctor Zhang Xi finished speaking, Han Fei suddenly, and horrifyingly, realized that he was somewhat unable to control his own body.

Doctor Zhang Xi’s voice seemed to vie for control of his body, manipulating his flesh!

"What is this terrifying ability?"

By the time Han Fei snapped out of it, Doctor Zhang Xi had already appeared before him, her blood-drenched white coat embodying a brutal beauty.

"Letter! A letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound; he could only scream in his mind.

"You are close to perfect, but not perfect enough." Doctor Zhang Xi’s scalpel pressed against Han Fei’s face, ready to make a cut, when a blood-red Paperman crawled out from Han Fei’s neckline, holding a crumpled letter in its hand.

The letter unfolded, and the Paperman showed Doctor Zhang Xi the contents of the letter.

Blood Pearls dropped off the white coat, and Doctor Zhang Xi’s scalpel halted in front of Han Fei’s eyes.

As she read the words on the letter, something seemed to explode in her head, distorting her features into an expression of intense pain.

After taking a deep breath, Han Fei discovered he could control his body again.

He immediately distanced himself from Doctor Zhang Xi, who could manipulate flesh and blood, making the Doctor Split-lip outside the door seem somewhat more endearing by comparison.

"I’m your brother’s best friend. He told me to definitely pass this letter to you," Han Fei pressed the Master-level Acting switch in his Brain Sea, quietly using his Word Spirit Ability, "He said he has forgotten many things but will never forget that you are his best sister, and he knows you’ve always been protecting him."