My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 592: The Top Player’s Pattern

Chapter 592: Chapter 592: The Top Player’s Pattern

"Your brother has always been worried about you, and his biggest wish in life has been to leave this hospital with you. To fulfill this wish, he could abandon everything."

Han Fei’s voice seemed to contain a special melody, each of his sentences overflowing with sincere emotions.

"Du Shu was kidnapped, and the hospital was in chaos tonight. We barely survived getting here, just to convey your brother’s worries to you."

"We know that in trying to save him, you have forgotten many things, but we all believe that you are always you. Even if you’ve forgotten some past memories, you are still his best sister, the most important family member in his eyes."

With earnest persuasion, using master-level acting and Word Spirit Ability, Han Fei looked as if he had come specifically to rescue Zhang Xi.

Whether Doctor Zhang Xi believed him or not, no one knew, but Du Jing completely believed Han Fei’s words; she felt that this was the real Han Fei.

Achong, covering his fingers, also heard what Han Fei said, and felt a surge of inexplicable emotion; but upon further consideration, it seemed not so much that they had come to rescue Zhang Xi, but rather that they were desperate and had no choice but to rely on her.

Achong then came back to his senses, looking at Han Fei with a bit of surprise.

He could hardly believe that the tragic man before him was the same madman who had been chasing after medical staff and security guards with a blade.

"Is this the skill level of a third-tier actor?"

A second to get into character, switching emotions freely, always ready to engage, tailoring his words to fit the audience — his acting was so natural that even those who knew him well couldn’t tell he was performing.

Achong was shocked once again; he only knew of Han Fei’s brutal and ruthless side and had forgotten that Han Fei’s profession was an actor.

The three spectators in the room all heard Han Fei’s words; each reacted differently, with Achong and Du Jing less affected. Zhang Xi was in a particularly unique state.

After seeing the words on her brother’s letter, something in her brain was triggered. As her soul and consciousness began to resist, Han Fei, like a psychological counselor, stood by her side using a devilish voice, sentence by sentence leading Zhang Xi, helping her find the right way to unlock her memories.

Han Fei was not a professional psychologist, but he had seen too many deformed souls in the Deep World, dealing daily with despair and anguish, deeply understanding people’s innermost regrets and obsessions.

Under Han Fei’s continuous persuasion, Zhang Xi’s facial expression became increasingly fierce. Thin strands of blood appeared beneath her cheeks, as if a curse had been activated.

"Brother Han, maybe we shouldn’t provoke her? What if we accidentally cause her illness?" Achong genuinely feared an accident, still remembering that fat doctor who was chopped to death, who had last described Han Fei as a quack.

Before Achong could finish, the door of the Cleft Palate Treatment Center had been completely destroyed by scalpels, its blood-threaded surface smashing against the wall, as the cleft palate doctor entered holding two scalpel blades.

"Your faces are so ugly, you need urgent treatment."

The cleft palate doctor lunged into the room. In that moment, Achong and Du Jing, in remarkable synergy, hid behind Doctor Zhang Xi.

A patient going mad and the doctor trying to control and treat them made perfect sense.

But Han Fei’s reaction was entirely different; he appeared ready to face death, holding the Rebirth Slaughter Saber in front of Zhang Xi!

"You are Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s sister, which makes you my sister too. I will do everything I can to protect you."

Without trying to dramatize or shout loudly, Han Fei simply entrusted his back to Zhang Xi while pointing the blade tip at the cleft palate doctor.

He had actually been wanting to kill the cleft palate doctor, but had never found the chance. With numerous dangers in Building No. 7, going all out might lead to being ambushed by something else. But inside Zhang Xi’s office, Han Fei had no such concerns. Now was his best opportunity to attack the cleft palate doctor.

Having lived in the Deep World for so long, Han Fei’s judgment of situations was much stronger than any other player.

He and the cleft palate doctor were in an undying and endless struggle. Now, if Zhang Xi also wanted to kill him, he would undoubtedly die, and struggling further would be pointless.

But if Zhang Xi did not want to kill him, then by protecting her and helping her defeat the doctor impersonated by the cleft palate patient, he would surely increase Zhang Xi’s friendliness towards him again.

So the best choice now was not to hide behind Zhang Xi to see if she would act on his behalf, but to shield her, firmly keeping the choice in his own hands!

Han Fei, wielding the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, fought fiercely with the cleft palate doctor, the slightest mishap could have been fatal.

Protected by Han Fei, Zhang Xi’s face twisted several times. Eventually, she slowly raised her head, driven by a doctor’s professional obligation or by dominant subjective memories, and as she started to speak, the cleft palate doctor’s movements slowed down, yet Han Fei was not affected at all.

Crouched in the corner of the office, Achong was stunned by this scene. He kneeled on the floor, his eyes filled with awe and respect for Han Fei.

"Is this what a top-tier player looks like? No wonder he has seven wives!"

Achong felt a genuine admiration, wholeheartedly convinced of Han Fei’s capabilities.

Noticing that the cleft palate doctor’s speed had decreased, Han Fei adjusted his stance, preemptively securing the room’s only exit.

After positioning himself, Han Fei deliberately matched the cleft palate doctor’s slowed pace, continuously giving the doctor the illusion that he could defeat him.

Until the cleft palate doctor could no longer quickly dodge, Han Fei burst forth with full force, his brilliant humanity’s blade light cleaving the cleft palate doctor’s face open.

"Player ID 0000, please note! You have successfully shattered the despair enveloping the Cleft Palate Treatment Center, gaining a large amount of experience and one of his seven Despairs. Your Charm Attribute is temporarily reduced by one point."

"One of his seven Despairs: The patients despised his naturally handsome face, so they slashed his lips and nose, rendering him ugly."

The cleft lip doctor’s body fell to the ground, and Han Fei peeled off his white coat, habitually beginning to search the body.

Searching bodies in the game was a common occurrence, but when one actually did it, feeling the warm blood and skin with their fingers, many people would find it unsettling.

"Player ID 0000, please note! You have discovered Grade F special attire—a patient’s white coat."

"Patient’s white coat: This white coat was taken by a patient for a long time. He was impersonating a doctor in the department, operating on those with ordinary appearances, making everyone look like him. Wearing this special attire will curse you with the patient’s soul, making you irritable but slightly faster, and doctors at the hospital will be less likely to recognize you."

"I even got a F-grade garment? Is this the effect of my daughter Fu Yi’s Heavenly-favored Ability?"

In both the Deep World and the Shallow World, attire that can enhance attributes is extremely rare.

Han Fei directly put on the cleft lip doctor’s white coat. Seeing him do this, Du Jing was somewhat puzzled, while Achong had already gotten used to it.

After dealing with the cleft lip doctor’s body, Han Fei walked up to Zhang Xi, bending down to scan the letter written on the paper. He only caught the first sentence—Zhang Xi, make sure to take good care of your brother.

The letter had yellowed, it was many years old, but it had always been well-kept by Zhang Zhuangzhuang.

"This is the letter my mother left me. I also know I have a brother, but what his name is, where he is now, I can’t remember anymore," Zhang Xi looked up at Han Fei. Whenever she spoke, Han Fei felt his body gradually losing control.

"I can take you to meet him," Han Fei pulled out his phone, which had Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s mobile number, "Your brother is in Building One, here’s his number."

Flipping open the contact book, Han Fei dialed Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s mobile, but no one answered.

"No one can leave Building Seven. If my brother is truly here in the hospital, you’d better persuade him to leave quickly and not harbor any illusions."

"Saving you from leaving, how can that be an illusion?" Han Fei interrupted Zhang Xi, "You are Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s sister, and also my sister. Today, no matter what, I will take you out of here, even if it means fighting my way through Building Seven."

Zhang Xi silently watched Han Fei, suddenly raising her own hand and placing it on Han Fei’s heart, "To save a friend’s sister, you are willing to confront the whole hospital? You still have a chance to run now. After midnight, even death might become a luxury for you. You are likely to forget yourself and become one of the people you most despise and hate."

"I still say the same, today no matter what, I will take you out. If the hospital blocks you and your brother’s reunion, then let’s destroy this hospital together."

As Han Fei spoke, Zhang Xi’s eyes became haunting, but after he finished, her eyes returned to normal and her gaze softened a bit.

"Nobody can destroy this hospital. I appreciate your sentiment, but I cannot leave this place," Zhang Xi withdrew her hand. It seemed she knew Han Fei was not lying, "You all go now, before midnight arrives."

"I will do it," Han Fei grasped Zhang Xi’s hand and pressed it against his heart, "You should be able to tell if I am lying. I can assure you, even if my body shatters into pieces and my soul scatters, I must destroy this hospital!"

Word by word, Han Fei spoke very earnestly, determined to end this tragedy.

"Player ID 0000, please note! Zhang Xi’s friendliness towards you increases by two!"

With her palm on Han Fei’s heart, Zhang Xi used her Talent Ability to listen to the beats of Han Fei’s heart, sensing his strong will.

"I still don’t think you can do it," Zhang Xi said, then added, "But I really do want to meet that brother whom I’ve forgotten."

"Player ID 0000, please note! You have successfully shattered the despair at the Beauty Psychotherapy Center, gaining a large amount of experience, and one of his seven Despairs, slowing down the rate at which your mood value decreases."

"Second of his seven Despairs: Consultation after consultation, inquiry after inquiry, in a place that was supposed to bring hope to patients, only left them with endless regret. His illness seems to never get better, just like he can never leave this place."

A system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind, surprising even Han Fei himself. He hadn’t done anything since entering the department, except handing over Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s letter to Zhang Xi.

"Task completed?"

Looking up in confusion, Han Fei saw the Blood-colored Paperman crawl back into his pocket. He felt like his luck had indeed improved a lot.

This department was supposed to be the most difficult, but Han Fei was fortunate to have gained Zhang Zhuangzhuang’s trust early and received the crucial item.

After entering the department, he hadn’t even had a chance to show the letter, but the Blood-colored Paperman, not being of flesh and blood, was not affected by Zhang Xi’s ability and successfully displayed the letter.

He then used his Word Spirit and his extensive experience to help Zhang Xi recover some of her sanity.

Finally, when the cleft lip doctor rushed in like a madman, Han Fei shielded Zhang Xi and killed the cleft lip doctor, maximizing her favorable impression.

Under these fortunate coincidences, Han Fei left almost a perfect first impression on Zhang Xi.

"This smoothly?" Han Fei felt an unreal sensation. He opened his Attribute panel to check, somewhat worried that he might have mistakenly selected the wrong Profession, turning into Pretty Man.

The Profession field hadn’t changed, but Fu Yi’s initial-level Heavenly-favored Talent continued to be in a triggered state.