Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 133: Healing Town (10)

“They aren’t from the hospital...” Bai Liang realized that everything was much more complicated than it seemed.

He had initially assumed that if these people were hospital employees, then by buying the hospital, he would automatically eliminate the obstacle. But now it was clear that such an approach wouldn't work.

“Sir, do you need me to help you look into this matter?” asked Fang Zhiyi.

After saying this, she herself had a slight doubt: had she gone mad? After all, one billion (yuan) was indeed too “appetizing” an amount, capable of turning her into Bai Liang's “form.”

“No, for now, just focus on what I asked you to do,” replied Bai Liang, shaking his head.

After all, Fang Zhiyi had no direct connection to the hospital. To find out who these people were, he would have to approach the managementat least the deputy chief physician or the chief physician.

Perhaps these people didn't actually need the money. After all, if someone held such a position, they were already earning enough. On the other hand, who would refuse even more income?

“Understood!”

Fang Zhiyi nodded:

“Yes,” he replied.

After watching her leave, Bai Liang turned to Tsou Wei:

“Take me to the basement. Let’s see what’s there.”

Finishing his words, he sat back down in the wheelchair. Tsou Wei quickly approached, stood behind the chair, and pushed it forward.

.【There it isthe advantage of having money! Even a doctor like Tsou Wei can “transform” into something like a maid for the “White God.”】

.【Commenter above, there’s clearly something wrong with you.】

.【I admit, I’m incredibly envious! Someone is definitely making me seethe with envy.】

.【I notice one thing: the “White God” hasn't made any significant progress yet. He’s only discovered a few rules, but mission progress is very slow.】

.【He’s been through trials so many times, and now he can finally rest a bit. Can’t the “White God” be allowed to “indulge” a little?】

.【Exactly! Whoever has money is the boss. All the other Players are bending over backward just to accomplish something, but here Bai Liang is living the good life.】

.【Cough, cough... It just annoys me that a Player is living better than me, an ordinary viewer. A Player, by definition, should be surviving in the most extreme conditions!】

.【Extreme conditions? Bai Liang is already in them, by the way!】

.【I don’t want to understand that “hint,” but my brain still fills in the blanks... Ugh!】

...

“Mr. Zhou, should we follow them?” asked the bodyguard, watching Bai Liang, who was just leaving.

At this moment, Zhou Hong was on the verge of passing outtoo weak. Only an astonishing force of will kept him conscious for so long.

Hearing the question, he stirred, then nodded with difficulty:

“Yes, let’s follow them. Stay far back and don’t draw attention to yourselves.”

“Understood!”

The bodyguard pushed Zhou Hong’s wheelchair, following at a considerable distance and trying to look natural.

Ahead, Tsou Wei wheeled Bai Liang into the building, then they entered the elevator and went to the basement floor.

In a normal hospital, the -1 and -2 floors typically housed parking, and the -3 floor was the morgue. But in Ya’an Hospital, it seemed everything was arranged differently: the -1 floor barely differed from the upper ones, except that the temperature here was noticeably lower.

The moment the elevator opened, Bai Liang felt a blast of cold air hit his face. It was a good thing his body was healthy now, enhanced by the “medium-level Genetic Elixir.” Otherwise, he would have instantly caught a cold.

Stepping out of the elevator, they saw a dark corridor. An oppressive silence reigned there, not a sound could be heard. Their eyes slid into the distance, and the corridor dissolved into darkness. A dim lamp hung on the wall, its yellowish light casting deep shadows, giving the place an ominous and cold atmosphere.

“Do you have gates to the underworld right here in your basement?” Bai Liang couldn't help but ask Tsou Wei.

He had been in hospital basements before, and they were usually quite bright. At least not as creepy as this place.

“I don’t know. It’s always been like this since I started working here,” replied Tsou Wei and suggested, “Maybe there isn’t enough money?”

“A good excuse...” Bai Liang thought. If he managed to buy this hospital, he would definitely re-equip everything and install proper lighting everywhere. The hospital's attendance was already low, and a basement in such gloomy surroundings would deter anyone.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a sign on the nearby wall. It had two rules written on it:

.【Do not create any additional lighting in the basement beyond what is provided. Dim light is necessary here, take note!】

.【Never enter this corridor alone. Always bring a pet or a friend with you. Remember this!】

“Two rules!” Bai Liang grew wary. The text on the sign seemed vaguely familiar, as if he had encountered something similar before.

After thinking for a moment, he remembered exactly where: in that very “White Book” (white brochure) that Fang Zhiyi had given him! There was a similar, but completely opposite, entry there.

In the “White Book,” under number seven, it was mentioned: “If you are going to a dark place, take a flashlight with you. And you need exactly four flashlights!” In other words, it emphasized the necessity of light.

But here, it said to avoid any additional lighting.

And the second rule indicated the necessity of not going alone, but with someone or at least an animal, which echoed the first line from the white brochure: “Do not linger in rooms where corpses are stored (morgue), whether it's a hospital, pharmacy, or clinic. If you must linger there, make sure you are not alonebring a person or an animal.”

“It’s quite possible that this place is a substitute for the morgue...” Bai Liang thought. “According to norms, there should be parking here, but my organs were stored precisely here. So, maybe bodies are kept here too?”

Two contradictory instructionsit was unclear which one was correct for now.

“Alright, let’s go back to the ward.”

Bai Liang cast a fleeting glance into the depths of the ominous corridor but did not go there. Some risks were completely pointless.

...

Zhou Hong and his bodyguards did not descend, but merely checked which floor the elevator went to, and seeing Bai Liang returning to his ward, decided to return to their own.

“Mr. Bai, you’re back?” came the pleasant voice of that young female doctor at the ward door. Behind her stood four nurseseach with a different “charm.”

“We’ve prepared lunch for you. Please, have a taste!” she offered with a wide smile.

“Lunch?”

Entering the ward, Bai Liang saw a multitude of dishes and fruits on the table: grapes, a giant lobster, abalone, sea cucumbers, king crab... All of it looked rich and impressive.

He was even slightly taken aback by such extravagance.

Without waiting for questions, the doctor herself explained:

“Madam Fang Zhiyi bought all of this.”

“Wow!” Bai Liang mentally exclaimed. “The girl really is something. No wonder I funded her so generously!”

“Mr. Bai, would you like us to help you?” asked a slender nurse in a soft voice.

Many people in his position might have started to refuse, to feign modesty, but that wasn’t Bai Liang’s style:

“Of course. All four of youget to it. Oh, and my neck and legs are stiff.”

The nurses, hearing this, immediately understood the hint. One began to knead his shoulders, another massaged his legs, while the two remaining ones picked up chopsticks and took turns feeding him.

And then...

Plop!

Bai Liang, enjoying himself with his eyes closed, asked:

“What fell?”

“Mr. Bai, it’s a grape,” answered one of the nurses.

“Pick it up and eat it,” he calmly ordered.

“Understood, Mr. Bai.”

Plop!

Again, the sound of something falling.

“What is it this time?” Bai Liang lazily inquired.

Another nurse replied:

“Mr. Bai, it’s a lobster weighing eighteen jin (approximately nine kilograms)...”