My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 593: The Most Special Shrine

Chapter 593: Chapter 593: The Most Special Shrine

"The difficulty of this department’s task lies in convincing Zhang Xi to leave and giving her a glimmer of hope. When Fu Sheng was imprisoned in the ward by Du Shu in reality, he must have wanted to leave desperately, right?"

After Fu Yi’s death, Fu Sheng completely fell apart. Already seen as a madman by everyone around him, his situation only worsened after encountering a doctor like Du Shu.

To everyone’s eyes, a madman simply has no way to prove he is not insane.

All his rebuttals and resistance only seemed like further evidence of his illness in the eyes of the doctors and those around him.

"I need to try to shatter the despair enveloping the seven departments before midnight, but there is something very strange..." Han Fei checked the system prompt, and after he shattered the despair, apart from receiving a massive amount of experience rewards, he would also get something called—one of his despairs.

This thing was neither a Special Item nor an Attribute Bonus, rather it was a form of despair itself.

When Han Fei shattered the despair over the departments, changing the future, the despair that had been thrust upon Fu Sheng seemed to have directly transferred to him.

Han Fei hadn’t yet noticed anything abnormal with his body, and in fact, even if he knew that Fu Sheng’s despair would affect him, he would still choose to continue with the task.

Helping Fu Sheng change the future, that was the path he had chosen from the start.

Han Fei was also a new father. He didn’t know how to be a good dad; he just strived to leave all the good he could muster for Fu Sheng and his family.

"Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we need to find another person." Han Fei, having finally encountered a doctor he could communicate with, naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity, "His surname is Yan, a doctor here. He’s tall and seems to have only recently arrived."

"There’s a doctor surnamed Yan at the Burn and Reconstructive Treatment Center on the sixth floor, but I’m not sure he’s the one you’re looking for." Zhang Xi provided Han Fei with a crucial piece of information.

"Good, let’s head to the sixth floor now."

The group reached the hallway, and when they approached the stairwell, they saw a disgusting sight.

A pale-yellow mucus oozed slowly on the stairs; bizarrely, the mucus, filled with a multitude of impurities, seemed to have a mind of its own as it crawled upwards.

"Looks like there’s been another problem at the Liposuction Center," Zhang Xi said indifferently, "Don’t touch that fat. It’s deadly."

"Um... Sister Zhang Xi," Achong, covering his swollen finger, cautiously approached Zhang Xi in Han Fei’s tone, "I accidentally touched that yellow fluid earlier, and now not only is my hand swollen, but my arm is starting to feel numb."

Achong extended his arm in front of Zhang Xi; the color of his skin had changed unnaturally, his veins were clearly protruding, and it seemed like something white was surging throughout his body.

"Sister Zhang Xi, what should I do about this?" Seeing that Zhang Xi was completely ignoring him, Achong, not to be deterred, spoke up again.

Zhang Xi finally turned to glance at Achong and shook her head slightly, "There’s no hope."

"Not even a slight chance?" Achong’s face was bitter with regret, wishing he had listened to Han Fei; it was just a matter of cutting off a finger.

"Stay strong, let’s first meet up with Doctor Yan and then head to the Liposuction Center together," Han Fei gave Achong an encouraging look, "When we get there, we’ll try to capture the doctor and see if we can force out of him a way to save you."

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Han!" Achong knew the hospital was dangerous, a veritable deathtrap at every turn. In such dire straits, Han Fei had not abandoned him but was willing to take risks for him.

Feeling genuinely grateful to Han Fei, Achong also began to understand why someone as sick and frenzied as Han Fei could still be so popular.

"Brother Han, if there’s ever anything I can do for you, just say the word, and I’ll do it like a loyal hound or horse would."

"Don’t talk nonsense, keep up with me," Han Fei didn’t feel that he had done anything particularly worth Achong’s gratitude; he just thought that someone with a slight perversion like Achong might have that kind of preference. Most people’s loyalty, like that of a hound or horse, is usually about expressing their feelings, but Achong’s could mean involvement in various senses.

Before the grease spread to the fourth floor, Han Fei and his group arrived at the fifth floor, where the doors to all the patient rooms were open, except for the tightly closed door of the doctor’s on-duty office.

"Limb Reconstructive Surgery Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department but didn’t approach it.

"There’s a very greedy person on the fifth floor. Now, I can’t tell if he’s more of a doctor or more of a patient," Zhang Xi had just finished speaking when strange noises began to echo around them.

It sounded like many people were scraping their nails against the floor, or as if a few enormous centipedes were crawling overhead.

"Let’s just head up to the sixth floor. There’s no need to force a confrontation." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the task, Han Fei realized there were ways to accomplish objectives that didn’t always involve killing.

"Other doctors might let you leave, but that guy on the fifth floor definitely won’t," Zhang Xi said, quite aware of her colleagues in the building. She stared coldly at the empty rooms one by one, "At night, his greed awakens and he views anyone who enters the fifth floor as his private property."

The sound of nails scraping the floor grew louder, and Han Fei finally pinpointed the exact location of the noise.

He turned to look at the stairwell between the fifth and sixth floors, where the head of an old man wearing glasses was slowly emerging.

First came the wrinkled face, followed by a rough neck, and then pairs of hands and feet. The old man seemed like a giant human centipede, crawling onto the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors.

If Han Fei had charged ahead earlier, he might have run straight into the old man’s "embrace."

"Doctor Wu is very greedy. He’s old and has no family. He loves to extort money from patients on the side. During the day, he recommends various prostheses and artificial limbs to patients, and at night, he grafts those young, vibrant limbs onto himself," Zhang Xi said with a look of disgust for Doctor Wu, as if she were looking at revolting insects, "If you ranked the doctors in the hospital by how much they’re hated, Doctor Wu would be number one in the eyes of the patients, nearly everyone has been cheated by him."

"I rarely judge a book by its cover, but this old thing does look like he deserves a good slashing," Han Fei pulled out the Rebirth Saber, determined to sever all the extra arms and legs growing from Doctor Wu.

The bespectacled face of the old man watched as Han Fei sized him up, with four arms on his shoulders grasping the handrail and the arms at his ribs pointing towards Han Fei’s face, "I can let you pass, but you ought to show some appreciation."

"I have a cure-all here, you should give it a try. If you’re satisfied, I hope you’ll let us through," Han Fei activated his Master-level Acting, not showing a hint of killing intent, dressed in the coat of the cleft-lip doctor, with hands in his pockets.

"A cure-all?" The old man’s face twisted into an ugly smile, his gaze greedy, "Let me see it!"

Moving with hands and feet, he crawled like a mutated centipede along the walls and handrail, coming to a stop above Han Fei’s head.

"This medicine is extremely precious. I only have one piece, and I hope that after you use it, you’ll keep your promise," Han Fei stretched his hand out of his pocket, gripping the handle of the Slaughter Saber.

"A saber hilt?" The old man frowned, "Where’s the medicine?"

"Can’t you see it? Then I’ll feed it to you myself!" Han Fei lunged forward, the blade of the Rebirth Saber suddenly appeared, its human-like clarity piercing through the old man’s cheek, then sliding down, diagonally cleaving the old man’s torso in two!

The old man grew wary at the sight of the saber handle, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became sluggish, unable to dodge Han Fei’s attack at such close range.

The huge body fell to the ground, countless hands and feet squirming on the floor.

A centipede doesn’t stop wriggling even in death; the old man’s weakness was hidden somewhere in his body; only when that part was destroyed could he be truly freed.

"Don’t stop!" Zhang Xi shouted a warning.

Han Fei wasn’t planning on showing mercy. If he had to fight the old man alone, he wouldn’t stand a chance, but with Zhang Xi’s assistance, he easily dodged the old man’s attacks and hacked off all the innumerable arms and legs.

When he split open an arm on the old man’s back, bright red blood gushed out, with a black heart connected beneath that arm.

Han Fei plunged the blade in, the cure found, and the black-hearted old man no longer needed to struggle in agony.

"Player 0000, please note! You have successfully shattered the despair of the Limb Reconstruction Center and have gained a significant amount of experience. You have obtained three of his seven despairs, and the recovery rate of your Life Value has increased."

"One of the Seven Despairs: In order to treat his illness, his stepmother had spent all of their family’s savings. He felt like the biggest failure in the world, and that his existence was nothing but a burden."

The task was completed, and Han Fei didn’t stay a moment longer, rushing straight to the sixth floor.

The corridor was eerily silent, this floor resembling a real hospital more than the other levels.

Holding the Rebirth Saber in hand, Han Fei slowly made his way to the Burn Surgery Treatment Center. From the outside, the department looked ordinary, with no signs of abnormalities.

As he pushed the door, Han Fei found that it wasn’t locked at all, as if the people inside knew he would come.

A faint smell of charred flesh filled his nose. Han Fei looked into the department and saw a tall doctor busying himself next to the operating table.

"Doctor Yan?" Han Fei activated the Rebirth Saber, and as the blade gleamed, the doctor who had been focused on the surgery slowly turned his head. A somewhat unfamiliar face entered Han Fei’s field of vision.

The Doctor Yan of the Deep World didn’t have his own face, and Han Fei had never known what he looked like, so he was also somewhat uncertain.

"You’re finally here," Doctor Yan said, eyeing the Rebirth Saber in Han Fei’s hand. Appearance, body, personality—all of these could be replaced, but that saber called ’Rebirth’ could only be wielded by Han Fei: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

After Doctor Yan finished speaking, a system alert immediately went off in Han Fei’s mind.

"Player 0000, please note! You have successfully shattered the despair of the Burn Surgery Treatment Center, gained a significant amount of experience, and have obtained four of his seven despairs. Your ability to endure negative emotions has greatly improved."

"One of the Seven Despairs: He thought of death in the depths of his despair, his soul plunged into flames, but what he didn’t know was that he had already lost even the right to die."

Doctor Yan stood up and looked at Han Fei: "We are running out of time. This world will soon completely mutate, and when that happens, everyone will be swallowed by the Shrine World and will no longer be able to leave."

"To leave, one must become the Master of Shrine," Han Fei lamented, "but I don’t even know where the Shrine is." This Shrine Inheritance Task was different from the tasks in the Mirror God Memory World.

"I have searched through this hospital, and now I can roughly pinpoint where the Shrine might be," Doctor Yan brought a surprise to Han Fei: "However, it’s going to be difficult to get there. I suspect that you might need the company of the Shrine Master from the Memory World."

"What if he can’t enter this hospital?"

"Then someone who carries his obsession, regrets, and despair emotions should also be able to do it," Doctor Yan was not quite sure of this himself.

"I am the Shrine Master’s father, and I have borne some of his despair." Han Fei grabbed Doctor Yan’s arm: "Take me there, and I should be able to approach the Shrine."

"You are the Shrine Master’s father?" Doctor Yan looked at Han Fei, surprise filling his usually expressionless face: "How could that be?"

"Take me there now! I’ll explain on the way." Han Fei didn’t want to waste any time.

"Alright," Doctor Yan nodded, then shouted towards the operating table: "You come along too. If I leave the department, other patients may come in."

Upon hearing Doctor Yan’s voice, the patient wrapped in bandages on the operating table slowly got up, his exposed hands, lower legs, and cheeks were all burned.

"Han Fei, I didn’t expect you to recognize my lifesaver," Qiangwei’s voice came from beneath the bandages. To avert detection, he had even burned parts of his body and cooperated with Doctor Yan’s treatment.

Seeing Qiangwei in the department, a look of surprise flickered in Han Fei’s eyes, but he did not show it: "You and Achong are quite promising. Don’t fall behind later, I will take you both out."

Han Fei had many questions to ask Doctor Yan, but none of them were as important as the Shrine right now.

In the Shrine Memory World, the Shrine was the core of everything.

"Follow me," Doctor Yan, wearing his ID badge, led everyone out of the Burn Surgery Department. They took the elevator to the first floor of building number seven.

After exiting the elevator, Doctor Yan stopped at the corner of the first-floor corridor.

He looked down the long hallway where the emergency room was located, his mood heavy.

"The Shrine is there."

The desolate corridor was devoid of anything other than the cold light.

"Are you sure?" Achong’s eyes widened: "I can’t see anything?"

The pale light cast upon the equally pale walls.

Han Fei seemed to think of something and started to walk toward the emergency room.

With each step he took, the light grew dimmer.

The usually quiet Fu Yi in his mind suddenly began struggling violently.

Dizzy and bleeding from his nose and mouth, Han Fei grew weaker as he moved forward.

The despair of Fu Sheng weighed down on him, a tide of negative emotions rushing toward him, but he still did not stop.

Each step was heavy, and his heart felt like it was about to collapse under the pressure. The short corridor seemed to embody all the hardships in life, as if it would take a lifetime to traverse.

His lungs struggled for air, and, inexplicably, his eyes filled with tears.

Han Fei faintly heard a weak cry, as if someone was calling his name.

Stepping out the last step, Han Fei stood before the emergency room door.

The overwhelming despair from Fu Sheng made him suffocate. The maddened Fu Yi desperately tried to seize control of his body, but none of these stopped Han Fei.

Slowly raising his arm, Han Fei pushed open the emergency room door with force. The answer to the hospital lay here.

All the lights in building number seven went out in an instant!

Prayers accompanied by cries echoed from the walls, as countless souls screamed out their wishes.

They were trying their hardest to hang on, begging the Divine Spirit for even a second more of time.

The dirge began to play, and Divine Patterns appeared in the hallway.

Watching Han Fei standing at the emergency room entrance, looking at those souls in the corridor that were imprinted in memory forever, Doctor Yan sighed softly.

As a doctor, he knew that the hallway at the entrance of the hospital’s emergency room had heard more sincere prayers than the statues of divine spirits. This was the Shrine of the Memory World.