Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 128: Healing Town (6)

["Sorry, but I was raised not to agree with your views... (the moment the money came through) 'I'm an excellent judge of character!'"]

["This is so true, way too true!"]

["Honestly, I'd love to trade places with Bai Shen. With money, you really can do anything!"]

["I'm so jealous, I, Gilgamesh, am turning purple! Why does Bai Shen get to play with beautiful ladies in every dungeon?"]

["This is the power of money. As they say, the poor rely on mutation, the rich on technology. The power of money is something you can't even imagine."]

["Look, with money, you can even change someone's entire worldview."]

["If you can't solve a problem with money, it just means one thing—you don't have enough of it."]

...

“Pour me some water,” Bai Lian said, then asked, “Any news on your end?”

To deal with future objectives, he needed to start by figuring out the head doctor.

If the matter could be resolved with money, that would be for the best. If not, he would have to use other methods.

Like spending even more money.

Fan Zhi Yi poured the water and handed it to Bai Lian, replying, “No, the head doctor you mentioned seems a bit different.”

“Oh? How is she different?” Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.

“She doesn't seem very interested in money,” Fan Zhi Yi frowned. “I tried to talk to her, hinting that I could offer her money, but she always dodged my questions or gave vague answers.”

“All in all, she’s a very difficult person.”

Hearing this, Bai Lian nodded.

If that was true, she would indeed be difficult to deal with.

But one thing was certain—she clearly knew what was going on. If he could get her to reveal her secrets, he could obtain a lot of useful information.

“I noticed something else,” Fan Zhi Yi said suddenly.

Bai Lian looked at her. “What is it?”

“She’s very beautiful!” Fan Zhi Yi gave Bai Lian a strange look and added, “At least in my opinion, her figure and looks are excellent. You should definitely like her.”

“That’s it? I thought you were going to say something important.” Bai Lian looked at her in surprise. “Don’t think I’m the kind of guy who only thinks with his lower half. I have very high standards!”

Fan Zhi Yi gave him an even stranger look.

“That’s not how you were acting just a moment ago. You were checking out those nurses until they turned red as apples.”

“That only proves one thing,” Bai Lian spread his hands. “They all meet my standards.”

Fan Zhi Yi was speechless. ...He had a point; she couldn't argue with that.

“In that case, your standards really are high.”

She had chosen them, so Bai Lian wasn’t wrong about that.

“How old is that doctor?” Bai Lian drank some water and continued his questioning.

“I don’t know, but based on her appearance, she’s no older than 27,” Fan Zhi Yi replied thoughtfully. “But for you, isn’t being beautiful the most important thing? Age doesn’t matter that much, right?”

“No, no, no,” Bai Lian handed her the glass and said with a faint smile, “You should know that men are always faithful—we always love the young and beautiful.”

Fan Zhi Yi looked at him in silence. Yes, that was indeed very “faithful.”

Placing the glass on the table, she turned and asked, “What are your plans now?”

“Hmm… push me around in the wheelchair for a bit, let’s go for a walk,” Bai Lian thought for a moment, then said.

Fan Zhi Yi raised an eyebrow.

“The doctor said your condition has recovered, but for a better recovery, you should move around more. I think you really need to take a walk; inactivity won't do your body any good.”

Ding! Payment received.

Bai Lian picked up his black card, stood up, and sat down in the wheelchair, narrowing his eyes.

“I don't want you to think; I want me to think.”

Fan Zhi Yi relaxed, looked at the transaction records on her watch, and realized she might be succumbing to financial temptation.

This endless barrage of money, each time a powerful blow to her inner world, was slowly eroding her convictions.

“Of course, serving a client is my duty. Whatever you say, goes,” she said as she pushed Bai Lian toward the ward’s exit.

Once outside the ward, Bai Lian glanced at the other VIP rooms on the fifth floor, noticing that all their doors were closed. A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.

“Why is my room number 520? Are all the other 19 rooms occupied by patients?”

It seemed strange. The fee for a VIP ward was 5,000 a day, and there shouldn't be many people who could afford it.

Besides, if Bai Lian remembered correctly, Zhou Hong had mentioned that this place was called Healing Town.

How could there be so many people who could afford to pay 5,000 for treatment in a small town?

“I don't know.” Fan Zhi Yi shook her head and, after a moment of thought, said, “But it seems that’s the case. The medical system in the town is very advanced, and people from other places also come here for treatment. So, it’s likely that all these wards are occupied by people from elsewhere.”

People from other places? From outside the dungeon?

Is this dungeon also part of the larger world system?

Bai Lian nodded, understanding the situation.

If this was indeed part of the larger world, then the presence of such wealthy people no longer seemed surprising.

“Let's go.”

Not dwelling on this minor detail, Fan Zhi Yi pushed Bai Lian into the elevator and took him down to the first floor.

When they entered the patient-designated area, their pace slowed slightly, and Bai Lian carefully examined his surroundings.

This was a special section of the hospital for patients, surrounded by green trees and flowers. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a bright atmosphere.

A small stream flowed through the courtyard, its water crystal clear. Bai Lian noticed dark shadows moving slightly in the water.

“Let’s avoid the pond and go to the other side.”

Suddenly, Bai Lian remembered one of the rules from the white booklet and told Fan Zhi Yi, “Don’t go near bodies of water. It seems there’s something impure in this water too.”

Bai Lian was rich, but he knew that money and foolishness were two very different things. He didn’t believe he could buy his way out of whatever was in the water.

Various strange paintings and photographs hung on the courtyard walls, and among them, Bai Lian noticed a half-length portrait of an old man in a blue headscarf.

The painting looked like an ordinary oil painting, but for some reason, Bai Lian felt it didn’t quite fit the surrounding atmosphere.

“Are you looking for something?” Fan Zhi Yi asked curiously when she saw Bai Lian continuing to look around.

“I'm looking for a chicken,” Bai Lian replied.

Fan Zhi Yi was a little taken aback, then said with an unusual expression, “There probably aren't any chickens in the hospital, but if you need one, I can go and find one on the street.”

“On the way here, there were a lot of little cards on the ground. You just have to call. I don't think they’d mind a house call.”