My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 596 Kuangxiao and Fu Yi

Chapter 596: Chapter 596 Kuangxiao and Fu Yi

After Han Fei received Fu Sheng’s final despair, he seemed to have formed some sort of special connection with the entire hospital.

In his eyes, the hospital, which saved the dying and healed the wounded in pursuit of perfect cure, had become a colossal spider’s nest.

Countless ropes of despair coiled around his body, the threads of fate sticking to his soul. No matter how far he ran, he couldn’t break free from the pain bestowed upon him by the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

"Fate has already been sealed, and no one can escape the shackles of the Life Rope."

Fu Yi continued to devour Fu Sheng’s despair, spreading and splitting wildly inside Han Fei’s body.

Previously confined to the brain, Fu Yi was now present in every one of Han Fei’s internal organs, and even in every drop of his blood, Fu Yi’s nauseating voice could be heard.

The changes inside his body had affected his outward appearance, and with the naked eye, ordinary people could see Han Fei’s skin beginning to swell.

"Back to the first floor..." Han Fei turned to look at Zhang Xi, struggling to speak.

He could no longer control his own body normally. His limited will not only had to endure Fu Sheng’s despair but also had to contend with Fu Yi.

Zhang Xi had long noticed Han Fei’s agony. Utilizing her own ability, she manipulated Han Fei, moving him downstairs.

The elevator in Building Seven was no longer operable; the Black Fire burned unchecked, engulfing the hospital’s many years of negative emotions. The numerous screams morphed into a woman’s laughter, and anyone standing within Building Seven seemed to hear her curse, as if touching her meant certain death.

The entire hospital had descended into chaos, which, in Han Fei’s view, was only just beginning.

The ghosts and monsters that emerged from the underground also entered Building Seven but were trapped by the Black Fire and temporarily couldn’t approach Han Fei.

The group successfully made it back to the corridor in front of the emergency room; only Han Fei, who was recognized by the Shrine, could complete the remaining path.

"Are you able to do it?" Zhang Xi and Doctor Yan held Han Fei’s shoulders; both doctors had seen countless patients and were highly experienced. At this moment, both of them detected a strong Death Intent on Han Fei’s face and felt deeply worried.

"Use your Talent to help me along the way. As long as I can open the Shrine, there is still a chance for a turnaround."

Perhaps Fu Yi’s Heavenly-favored Ability had taken effect once more, helping Han Fei out immensely with Zhang Xi’s Talent.

He didn’t need to distract himself with controlling his own flesh and blood, allowing Zhang Xi to stand outside the corridor, maneuvering him and sending him towards the emergency room.

Step by step moving forward, when Han Fei entered the corridor where life and death parted, Divine Patterns and prayers appeared beneath his feet.

A lamentation full of reluctance rose, and the hospital’s walls and floors began to sprout one unfamiliar name after another, collectively paving the way forward.

The walls of the hospital before him became more like the inner walls of the Shrine; the sound of chains could be heard ringing in his ears, and something inside the emergency room seemed to be struggling, crying out for Han Fei.

"I’m sorry, this is as far as I can take you." Zhang Xi had reached her limit, looking aged, with wrinkles creeping around her eyes, and her lips cracked, bleeding black blood.

She used her Talent Ability to deliver Han Fei to the door of the emergency room; upon reaching there, the connection between her and Han Fei’s flesh had become very weak.

Even though they could see each other, they seemed to be separated by an unseen abyss of despair.

It took a full dozen seconds for Han Fei to steady himself at the entrance to the emergency room.

Coming here for the second time, after enduring Fu Sheng’s complete despair, he finally understood how much pain Fu Sheng had truly been in.

"Die!"

"Why do you have to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you! Everything had already settled into dust, yet you insisted on giving him a non-existent hope!"

"You’ve never truly loved him! I’ve seen your selfish soul! You’re just using him!"

"Don’t resist anymore! Give me back my body!"

Han Fei’s mind was being fully infiltrated by Fu Yi, who was spreading throughout his body, creating a vicious cycle. He was growing stronger, while Han Fei grew weaker and weaker.

He was slowly losing control of his body, every organ felt like it was being stabbed, swollen and in pain, as if it might explode at any moment.

Something under his skin was bulging, and Han Fei, trembling, forced himself to raise his hand.

He clutched at the door of the emergency room, clenched his teeth, and used all his strength to try to push the door open.

At the same time, in Han Fei’s mind, all of Fu Sheng’s despair converged to form an image made entirely of desperation.

The young Fu Sheng, with a backpack carrying his mother’s photo, stood alone at the door of the emergency room.

The stark white light above cast upon his tender face, and he waited cluelessly until shouts and hurried steps sounded from within the emergency room.

Not understanding anything, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he pushed forward forcefully with both hands!

As the despair gathered, Han Fei also pushed forward with his last ounce of strength.

Desperation in his mind and his physical self in the corridor, Han Fei opened the door of the emergency room.

The young Fu Sheng saw his deceased mother lying on the hospital bed, as if she were merely sleeping.

As a father, Han Fei entered the emergency room, and he saw the Shrine at its center.

All the chains and Divine Patterns converged at the focal point of Fu Sheng and Han Fei’s gaze. In the place where all the images of despair and the Memory World merged, there stood a faceless God Statue.

"It’s mine!"

Fu Yi’s hidden Power burst forth, nearly instantly overwhelming Han Fei’s rationale, and the pain hit his Soul like a flood breaching its levee.

The blood vessels beneath his skin began to rupture, and large patches of blood appeared on the surface of his body. He was like a toy being crushed bit by bit, his bones and flesh gradually deforming.

Han Fei was close to the faceless God Statue, but the few meters seemed to be a distance he could never cross.

Han Fei stood at the entrance of the emergency room, and the young Fu Sheng in the Memory World stood by the door, looking at his emaciated mother on the bed. The short distance was marked by life and death.

The young Fu Sheng in the Memory World and Han Fei in the emergency room both struggled to walk forward, but after only one step, both fell to their knees.

The body seemed to lose all its strength, and the accumulated pain in his chest was about to explode.

The young Fu Sheng did not stand up again, crushed by boundless despair, he blankly watched his mother that no matter how he called, would not wake up.

Han Fei, assaulted by Fu Yi and despair, was rapidly deteriorating, collapsing in front of the God Statue.

But unlike Fu Sheng, until this moment Han Fei still had not given up.

He pressed his five fingers to the ground, supporting his upper body no matter how painful or how tragic the outcome, Han Fei did not want to lose to Fu Sheng and hand over this body to that beast.

"Is it time to say goodbye?"

Han Fei really wasn’t ready, but he still wanted to stay in this world a bit longer, to watch Fu Sheng and Fu Tian grow up a bit more, to bring Fu Yi a little more happiness.

He was an orphan, so he didn’t want his own child to end up like him!

The bloodstained cell phone fell to the ground, and Han Fei seemed to have figured out what he needed to do.

In this world, many times we think that saying goodbye means hugging tightly, telling each other to take care, and spending enough time to create plenty of memories.

But in reality, farewells in this world are often hasty, perhaps just a turn away, and upon returning, you might never see the other person again.

The diseased fingers skillfully searched for the home phone number, and Han Fei pressed the call button.

The phone only rang once before it was answered, and his wife’s voice came through: "When will you be home? I’ve prepared the meal for you, it just needs to be heated before eating."

Black blood was flowing from Han Fei’s nose and mouth, he couldn’t say any more; his lips parted several times before he finally managed to say, "Beware of Du Shu, don’t let Fu Sheng get close to the Plastic Surgery Hospital."

Without the sentimentality of a life-and-death parting, once he had given his warning, Han Fei hung up the phone.

He knew he had reached his limit and was ready to lose everything.

Now, Han Fei was going to do one last thing, he stirred his memories and pieced together all the blood-red images from his mind.

As his mind was stained red, insane laughter emanated from the depths of his brain.

"I said I would kill you no matter what, even if it means perishing together," Han Fei stared at Fu Yi spreading in his mind, revealing a cruel smile, "From the moment I became you, you lost all rights to return to this body!"

Memory chains tensed, and as the blood-red sea of his mind stirred up waves, the entire ocean seemed to be rising!

Unimpeded by any good or evil souls, the Blood-colored Orphanage buried in the deepest part of Han Fei’s mind slowly surfaced.

The eyes of Han Fei were instantly taken over by Death Intent, he released all the limits in his mind, no longer bearing Fu Sheng’s despair but actively started to absorb Fu Sheng’s despair into his own mind.

The despair linked to the entire hospital and the shrine flooded the Blood-colored Orphanage, and the dilapidated blood-red structure echoed with long-absent bell tolls. The frozen blood began to melt, and silhouettes trapped in the orphanage let out hysterical laughter as one seemed to be slowly detaching from the Blood-colored Orphanage.

Slowly, the corners of Han Fei’s mouth turned upwards and eventually formed an exaggerated grin, making him look just like the silhouette in the Blood-colored Orphanage.

All trace of emotion vanished from his eyes, leaving only pure madness.

Han Fei entered the Memory World, assuming Fu Yi’s identity, inhabiting Fu Yi’s body. To fight for the body that originally belonged to someone else in the Memory World was quite a difficult feat.

He reached into his pocket, and with an expression of insanity, Han Fei pulled out the Blood-colored Paperman.

Gazing at the Paperman’s beautiful cheek and the Spell dripping from it, he then stuffed the Blood-colored Paperman into his mouth.

Tearing, swallowing!

He consumed all the blood and Curse from the Paperman, letting its Fragments spread throughout his diseased body.

The rapidly spreading Fu Yi was still fighting for control of the body, but the fierce-faced Han Fei didn’t care about Fu Yi at all. He manipulated the Fragments of the Blood-colored Paperman, forcing the Curse Item to prop him up.

The faceless God Statue was right in front of him, and when Fu Yi saw Han Fei standing up again, he spread even more desperately.

But at this moment, Kuangxiao didn’t head towards the God Statue, seeming to know that the Blood-colored Paperman couldn’t support him for much further.

With astonishing judgment, Kuangxiao took a step back and reached out to touch Big Evil’s body on the wall.

A gleam of surprise shone in those crimson eyes, as Han Fei’s level-one Shrine Power, Soul Fog, was triggered. Accompanied by the rapid loss of life, the mist drifting from his soul merged into the walls of the hospital.

The dirge and prayers within the fog grew fainter, and Kuangxiao seemed to have grasped something!

Ghost Patterns on Han Fei’s back slowly lit up, the ugly and terrifying giant Cat Ghost curled within the depths of the Ghost Pattern, it whispered softly, its eyes full of fear.

Kuangxiao’s target wasn’t Nine-life, this madman was pulling at the Big Evil that was restrained by the Shrine, he wanted to stuff the Big Evil into the Ghost Pattern!

Almost the instant when Big Evil and the Ghost Pattern touched, the skin on Han Fei’s back burst open, even the rampantly spreading Fu Yi paused in fright.

What followed was an even more terrifying scene, the Ghost Patterns as if injected with the most venomous poison in the world, all turned into bright black, then tightly constricted Han Fei’s flesh and blood.

Divine Patterns and chains in the entire emergency room began to sway, Big Evil’s enormous body was being pulled into Han Fei’s Ghost Pattern bit by bit!

Seemingly sensing Han Fei’s breath, the feeling close to death made Big Evil go mad.

It struggled with all its might, moving towards where Han Fei was.

As one chain after another shattered, half of Big Evil’s body was forcibly crammed into the Ghost Pattern by Kuangxiao!

By now, Han Fei had become a Blood-colored Paperman, Kuangxiao wouldn’t leave Fu Yi a complete body, he wanted to remodel this body.

Big Evil approached Han Fei in high spirits, but when it truly stuck to Han Fei, it suddenly realized something.

Big Evil, who feared neither heaven nor earth and even dared to steal Shrine offerings, astonishingly wanted to flee for the first time.

It was certain, the man laughing madly before it, was not its master!

Big Evil wanted to flee, but it was already too late, its body was being forcefully stuffed into the Ghost Pattern by Kuangxiao.

Ying Yue’s Ghost Pattern drawn for Han Fei could only withstand a Medium-type Resentment at most, but now Big Evil had surpassed this threshold. If it continued, Big Evil might get injured, and Han Fei might even die.

The spine-chilling Soul Poison flowed on the surface of Han Fei’s body, after each Ghost Pattern stretch, the Soul Poison would pour out new black Ghost Patterns for Han Fei.

This Ghost Pattern mixed with Han Fei’s flesh and Big Evil’s Soul Poison was extremely terrifying, even Han Fei himself couldn’t bear it.

Fu Yi in Han Fei’s mind was also frightened, he just wanted to take over his own body, but the madman wanted everything in the body to scatter to the winds.

A perfectly good body was now filled with blood containing cursed Paperman Fragments, the veins flowing with Soul Poison more abundant than blood!

Fu Yi was now powerless to compete for the body, even if he seized control of the entire body, what about the heaps of paper scraps remaining within? What about the Soul Poison, how would he deal with that?

Kuangxiao’s thought was likewise simple, I truly can’t wrestle back control of the body, but I can stuff other things within the body, preventing you from controlling it either.

The already diseased flesh, once again washed by the Soul Poison, Han Fei’s soul pain-induced distortion, but his face bore a crazed laugh.

After a full three minutes, Kuangxiao finally managed to stuff Big Evil completely into the Ghost Pattern.

At this moment, Han Fei’s body was a blurred mess of flesh and blood, with only the dangerously gleaming black Ghost Patterns remaining on his body.

Big Evil’s Loyalty towards Han Fei was extremely high, it enjoyed being with the deathly aura that enveloped Han Fei, but it didn’t want Han Fei to truly die.

As it entered the Ghost Pattern, it contracted itself with all its might, not wanting its master to be killed off, it, the pet, was breaking its heart over it.

In the end, with the cooperation between Kuangxiao and Big Evil, the new black Ghost Pattern finally stabilized.

No one could have imagined that after the Ghost Pattern had been forcibly branded onto the body, Han Fei still had a heartbeat, this could be declared a miracle of the Shrine Memory World.