My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 595: Fu Sheng’s Trust

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Fu Sheng’s Trust

Du Shu’s face was flawless, exquisitely delicate, arguably the closest to perfection in the mortal world.

Yet, when a woman’s body is covered with such faces, even the most beautiful visage becomes terrifying.

"You know my name?" Han Fei asked the female doctor, not forgetting to ignite more items in the room with Black Fire.

"With so many things that happened between us, how could I possibly forget you? All our experiences, all memories are preserved in my ’brain sea,’ which I often take out to savor whenever I feel lonely."

The female doctor’s own face could no longer speak, her flesh controlled by Zhang Xi, but after she shut her mouth, all the faces on her body opened theirs.

"Du Shu was taken away, she’s not in the hospital, you are not her." Han Fei recalled some information he had gathered earlier, surmising that this female doctor might be Du Shu’s "medication."

"Why are you so certain? Is it because I’m not beautiful enough?" the female doctor spread her arms; her near-perfect body was revealed before everyone, as if she was wearing a garment woven from human faces.

"I can’t interfere with her flesh; her body harbors too many souls. Even if I suppress one, there will be other souls to control it." Zhang Xi had done her best, but her ability was effectively countered by the opponent.

"The body hides countless souls?" Zhang Xi’s reminder made Han Fei even more certain of his guess. Du Shu’s "medication" was stripping away the most beautiful parts of others, be it their looks or memories, and integrating them all into her own body.

The specific process of operation was the hospital’s greatest secret, an ability that Han Fei also desired to learn.

As the black flames spread through the injection beauty center, the female doctor showed no panic. There was no fear in her eyes, only Han Fei.

A myriad of medical devices inside the room exploded under the burning of the Black Fire, with freezer doors falling off, revealing syringes neatly stocked inside.

Each syringe contained a face undergoing metamorphosis, each with different features, expressions, and memories.

The ruthless Black Fire instantly enveloped the freezer, igniting all the syringes lined up inside.

The syringes melted, and those faces turned to ashes in the Black Fire. Their joys, sorrows, everything that made them human, along with their final despair and curses, all became fuel for the Black Fire.

The flames of hatred burned even more fiercely, and the familiar laughter of that woman became clearer and clearer.

"A small spark can burn down an entire building," Han Fei said, holding the Rebirth Saber and moving forward, "A tiny bit of faint hope might just reverse the entire fate."

"Fu Yi, you’re certainly not the kind of self-pitying waste in my heart," the female doctor walked towards Han Fei, and as she moved, the entire building started to tremble gently, with faces stored in every corner of the building opening their eyes.

Even Du Jing, who had been saved by Han Fei, let out a scream as she felt her life force rapidly being sucked away by the face on her back.

As she grew weaker, her facial features began to blur, and Du Shu’s spine-chilling laughter started to rise from behind her.

"You’ll never kill me, because the root of the problem isn’t on me. I’ve never forced anyone, it was you who embraced me willingly," the face behind Du Jing spoke, its words dripping with mockery.

The female doctor approaching Han Fei also wore an enchantingly beautiful smile, her movements provocatively charming and her fingertips gliding over the uneven faces. "You will never be able to escape from me. In the heart of a beast full of desire, everyone is a naked Du Shu; you must be clearer about this than I am."

"You’re right, Fu Yi indeed was a beast blinded by desire," Han Fei stared at the female doctor getting closer, then suddenly burst forth, unsheathing his blade, "But I am not him!"

The blade of human nature shone in the flames of hatred, overshadowing all other lights, and aimed to slash at the female doctor’s neck!

Doctor Yan, who had been ready, acted along with Han Fei. Striking with delayed timing yet first to connect, his scar-riddled arm reached straight for the female doctor’s body.

The rough fingers easily penetrated the female doctor’s tender skin. Doctor Yan felt something was amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

The blade flashed, and the female doctor’s head rolled to the ground. The whole process was so effortless that Han Fei dared not sheathe his Rebirth Saber too quickly.

As he prepared to strike a second time, the female doctor’s body, covered in human faces, let out a laugh. Each of those open mouths seemed like black holes devouring human hearts, looking extremely terrifying.

"Fu Yi, I never thought you would actually strike at me! Didn’t you promise to love only me? Didn’t you agree to be utterly obedient to me? Didn’t you say you wanted to leave that cold, broken family and lie forever in my embrace?"

Various mouths spoke different words, all of those faces of Du Shu staring at Han Fei.

Without reply, Han Fei kept on slashing. What did Fu Yi’s debt of love have to do with me, Han Fei?

The Rebirth Saber almost split the female doctor in half, but something even more terrifying happened—the staggering female doctor was still not dead, and the human faces on her body became even crazier.

"Didn’t I hit the real body?"

When the female doctor’s blood was about to fall on Han Fei, it was repelled automatically by the light of the Rebirth Saber. But Doctor Yan next to him was not so lucky.

A piercing pain shot through his arm as he grabbed the female doctor’s arm, and by the time he let go, two human faces had appeared on his scarred limb.

Dark eyes opened up on his skin, and the laughter of Du Shu rang out from Doctor Yan’s arm.

"As long as there is a sliver of yearning in the heart, no one will refuse perfection and desire." The nearly bisected female doctor stood in front of Han Fei, the mouths on those human faces on her body incessantly muttering something.

"Fu Yi, you’ve disappointed me greatly. I arranged the most wonderful career path for you, helped you become the company’s chief designer, infused capital to fulfill your dreams—but is this how you repay me?"

The Rebirth Saber tore through mouth after mouth, yet the female doctor’s laughter grew louder.

"I noticed you very early on, at that time you were still young. You would come to the hospital over and over with your wife for treatment. I remember she was also a woman who loved beauty."

The female doctor’s casual words sent a cold shiver down Han Fei’s spine. He knew only that Fu Sheng’s birth mother had left the mortal world due to illness but was unaware of the specifics.

"A long, long time passed, and such a beautiful woman became so emaciated she barely looked human anymore. You left your child in the hospital ward and went to indulge your desires. I really want to see if your heart is as beautiful as your facade."

As soon as the female doctor spoke, Han Fei immediately realized there was an issue—perhaps Du Shu had done some inexcusable things back then.

"Why do you look so surprised? Don’t you remember what you said to me by your wife’s bedside? I certainly haven’t forgotten the things you did till now!"

The damaged faces emitted a piercing laughter; she was incredibly excited: "Back then I wasn’t as beautiful as I am now, and back then, at least on the surface, you still looked like a human being."

The Rebirth Saber nearly shredded the female doctor completely, but her voice seemed to be everywhere—on Doctor Yan’s arm, among the faces on Du Jing’s back, in the other hospital rooms on the seventh floor—her haunting voice resonating everywhere.

"Are you trying to kill me because you’re worried about the things you’ve done being exposed?"

"Fu Yi, you are just a toy in the palm of my hand. If you don’t want to play nicely with me, then I will make you lose everything."

"I hear you go home early every day now. Since you’ve grown fond of playing house, I’ll make sure you see what your family members will end up looking like because of you!"

The female doctor became increasingly hysterical. Han Fei quietly stepped back, reaching into his pocket and pressing something discreetly.

"After you die amidst the curses of thousands, I will make your family bear the burden of your sins."

"I will wring out everything you’ve left behind, send your child to the ward where his mother died, and place him in the isolation room deep in the corridor to room with the most deranged patients, preparing a variety of treatment plans that sound fun just to think about."

"I will destroy his heart and will, then ruin his face, and have him undergo plastic surgery to look just like you!"

"It’s because of the things you’ve done that he will be insulted and bullied, and the person he hates the most is you. Yet, he will be cursed with a face identical to yours, walking the same path as you."

"You are the most interesting toy I’ve ever seen, and I will train your child to be my new toy!"

The screams of the female doctor could be heard all over the seventh floor, and more and more faces began to appear, all of which bore Du Shu’s features—the effect of the "medicine" administered by the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

With just a few people, including Han Fei, it was impossible to deal with the Monster in the Injection Beauty Department in a short time.

Han Fei was well aware of this, so he had made preparations in advance.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and before the female doctor could roar, he pressed a speed dial. His phone screen displayed the name of the contact—Zhang Yu.

The curse the female doctor had placed on Fu Sheng had been heard by the person on the other side of the phone, and a large amount of blood seeped from the phone, with its screen appearing as though it was about to shatter.

Fu Sheng’s biological mother acquired the strength of Hatred even before the world had completely transformed, making her potentially the most special Ghost in Fu Sheng’s Memory World.

No one spoke on the other end of the phone, only the sound of howling wind could be heard.

Soon, a soul-shaking scream sounded both from Han Fei’s phone and the main entrance of the Plastic Surgery Hospital!

The windows of Building No.7 started to crack as if Fu Sheng’s mother had already arrived outside the hospital!

"Has she come?"

Holding his phone, Han Fei stepped out of the Injection Beauty Center and looked out the window.

In the underground passageway of the hospital, some doctors dressed in black coats emerged, including the elderly man in black who had interviewed Han Fei and Agou.

"Are these people the so-called Black Ghosts? The aura they emit is indeed different from that of ordinary doctors; it seems like each of them is entwined with invisible threads."

Some people who came out of the underground headed towards Building No.1 where the night seemed especially dense, while others headed towards Building No.7—their obvious target was Han Fei.

"Can’t Fu Sheng’s biological mother get in?" Just as Han Fei frowned, a woman’s cold, piercing voice suddenly came from his phone—kill her, kill her, she must be killed!

On the phone screen, the blood congealed hatred, dripping onto the floor as if controlled by someone, and surged directly towards the deepest part of the seventh-floor corridor.

"Follow the blood trail!"

When Han Fei heard that voice on the phone, something in his brain, Fu Yi, seemed to be violently stimulated again, tearing and destroying everything inside Han Fei.

Something in his head swelled, Han Fei’s eyes began to bulge out, filled with blood vessels, and his mouth could hardly close.

"Han Fei!" Doctor Yan clutched his arm, he could see that Han Fei was merely forcing himself to remain standing and could collapse at any moment.

"Follow that blood trail! Fu Sheng’s mother is leading the way!" Han Fei took a step forward, he still had many things to do and could not stop here.

With a strong willpower suppressing his pain, Han Fei forced himself to move forward.

Seeing Han Fei’s ferocious face, Zhang Xi slightly shook her head. She spoke softly, secretly manipulating Han Fei’s flesh and blood to alleviate his pain.

A few people followed the blood trail flowing out of the mobile phone to the storage room at the end of the hallway, which was a warehouse for spare medicines.

Kicking the door open, the blood trail radiating intense hatred shot through the refrigerator like an arrow.

The heavy medicine cabinet crashed to the ground, countless syringes rolled about, and a woman dressed in the same clothes as Du Shu was curled up behind the cabinet.

She was stealthily imitating everything about Du Shu, but she herself was extremely ugly, with pockmarked skin all over her body.

"I’m just a pharmacist, and everything was Du Shu’s instruction."

The grotesque female doctor was the extreme opposite of Du Shu who had stolen all the beauty, making the doctor seem as though she intentionally concentrated all the ugliness upon herself.

"How to destroy the medicine throughout the building! Speak!"

"I don’t know, the medicine is prepared in the basement, and all the patients are made into medicine there," the grotesque doctor pleaded while holding her head, "I am also a victim of Du Shu’s harm. I once was the most beautiful doctor in this hospital, but because of her jealousy, I have become the ugliest person here."

The doctor’s story seemed pitiful, but Zhang Xi standing behind Han Fei suddenly said, "She’s lying to you. The doctor in charge of the medication is the most important doctor in the hospital and someone who Du Shu absolutely trusts."

"I feel the same way, hatred is extremely sensitive to animosity and curses, as long as there is hate in your hearts, Hatred will be able to sense it, she wouldn’t mistake her target for revenge," Han Fei advanced with the saber, and he and Doctor Yan cornered her from left and right.

The grotesque doctor who was pitiful moments ago saw that Han Fei clearly didn’t believe her, and her expression changed instantaneously. Her hideous, deformed body grabbed a syringe and fiercely rushed at Han Fei.

"With such poor Acting, you shouldn’t show your face and embarrass yourself."

Han Fei released the Blood-colored Paperman, and the grotesque doctor stood no chance against Doctor Yan, Zhang Xi, and the Paperman.

When the grotesque doctor was cornered, Han Fei suddenly accelerated and swung his saber at her body!

Light flashed through the dark storage room, and both the grotesque doctor and the wardrobe behind her were cleaved in two.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair of the plastic surgery treatment center, earning a large amount of experience, and acquired one of his seven desolations. Your soul has received some sort of blessing."

"One of the seven desolations: The most painful thing for a person is to become the person they despise the most. In this plastic surgery hospital, he was given the face he despised the most, and his body and will were pushed to their limits."

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully completed the Shrine Random Task—The Seven Desolations! You have received a large experience reward! You have acquired his seven desolations! Fu Sheng’s Hatred decreases by three! You have gained Fu Sheng’s trust!"

"His seven desolations: As you bear his seven deepest desolations, you also gain his recognition!"

"Fu Sheng’s trust: From the beginning, you chose a path destined for loss; you boldly walked towards death, facing all the desolations he had experienced, leaving behind a silhouette he never had!"