The doctor's lips were torn in all directions, revealing the densely packed, crooked teeth inside.
This doctor just walked out of the cleft lip and palate center, his whole face was torn open, and he bit into Han Fei's head!
Faced with such a terrifying scene, Han Fei did not take a step back. He faced the doctor head-on and swung the knife at the doctor's face.
With the afterlife in hand, he dares to kill even the hatred.
The bright sword light fell downwards, and the weird and ugly doctor seemed to realize that something was wrong, and stepped back at the critical moment of the collision.
The deceased only cut off a "flap" of his lip, leaving a bloody wound on his face.
"ah!"
The screams sounded, and the doctor covered his face, which was different from ordinary people. His eyes gradually turned blood red and he stared at the lips on the ground.
The toothy lips fell to the ground, like petals made of human flesh.
"you wanna die!"
Blood and water were mixed with the roar, and the doctor took out two blood-stained scalpels from his pocket: "I want to make all of you like me! In this way, those who are intact will become a minority! And the minority is
patient!"
The doctor was very fast, and Han Fei himself was secretly shocked. The knife he just aimed at the doctor's neck actually dodged away within such a short distance...
The departments in Building 7 were all filled with terrifying monsters. Han Fei made a decisive decision: "Go to the fourth floor first!"
The doctor in front of him was pretending to be a patient in the cleft lip and palate center. If they were seen by other doctors in the hospital, both of them would be targeted, so Han Fei also wanted to lead the cleft lip doctor upstairs.
After receiving Han Fei's order, Ah Chong ran up with Du Jing on his back, not daring to waste the precious time that Han Fei had bought with his life.
"Don't even think about running away!" This doctor has gone crazy. He is holding two scalpels and his speed is ridiculous. He looks like a beast lurking in the night, biting every living thing he sees at all costs.
In order to prevent Du Jing from getting hurt, Han Fei could only bite the bullet and delay the doctor.
The doctor's mentality was extremely abnormal. The knife in his hand directly attacked Han Fei's cheek every time, trying to destroy Han Fei's unattractive face.
For most actors, the face is always more important than other parts, but Han Fei is an exception. He began to think in his mind whether he should use his face to show off his flaws and gain a chance for himself.
As long as you can hit the opponent's vital point, with the sharpness of the previous life, the opponent will definitely die.
The doctor is a morbid lunatic, while Han Fei is an extremely calm lunatic. Both of them have experienced the worst and most desperate things.
"Han Fei! Be careful!" Ah Chong shouted from the corner of the third floor. Han Fei didn't look back at all and just kicked off the ground and left the place.
Where he was standing just now, some orange-yellow and almost transparent mucus was dripping.
"Is this dripping from upstairs?" Han Fei didn't dare to be distracted. He just glanced at it with his peripheral vision. There was mucus flowing down the stairs. It looked very disgusting.
There was a stench in the air, and Han Fei was worried that after trying his best, he would not be able to deal with other dangers.
He gave up the idea of ​​exchanging injuries with the doctor, quickly retreated and ran upstairs.
The doctor who cut off a piece of his lip was chasing after him, holding two scalpels, and vowed to turn Han Fei into his image.
He fled quickly and came to the third floor.
The ground was covered with the stinky yellow mucus, which was almost transparent in some places and turbid in other places, which looked extremely disgusting.
"What the hell is this?"
Mucus stuck to the soles of the shoes, making it difficult to stand. Ah Chong almost fell down while carrying Du Jing on his back. He accidentally grabbed the handrail of the stairs and touched a bit of mucus with his fingertips.
"It's very slippery and greasy, like lard to the touch?" Ah Chong felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips. It was quite comfortable at first, but soon he felt uneasy.
The mucus easily penetrated the protection of the skin and was seeping into his body. His fingers swelled by a quarter almost instantly.
"Brother Han! My hands are poisoned!"
"If it doesn't work, cut it! Don't let it spread!" Han Fei drew his knife to dodge without looking back.
He was fully on guard against the cleft lip doctor. While dodging, he did not forget to observe his surroundings.
All the mucus seeped out from the body sculpture liposuction center on the third floor, and the door to that department seemed unable to be closed tightly.
Being chased by the crazy cleft lip doctor, Han Fei and the other three ran to the fourth floor without even taking a closer look.
"Is Dr. Zhang Xi on this floor?"
Rushing into the corridor on the fourth floor, Han Fei was gradually losing his strength. The cleft lip doctor was getting faster and faster as the world continued to change.
What's even more disgusting is that the opponent's scalpel is also smeared with an unknown curse. As long as it is scratched, the body will become dull.
Under the circumstances, Han Fei became more and more struggling.
What made Han Fei even more worried was that whenever he was in danger, there would be a faint swelling pain in his head. Fu Yi seemed to be holding back a lot of bad water and was always ready to give Han Fei a fatal blow.
Amid internal and external troubles, Han Fei didn't know how long he could endure.
"We're almost there. The ward I stayed in is just ahead! Dr. Zhang usually works in the department in the middle of the corridor!"
The alienation of the hospital has become very serious. The pale light is distorted in the corridor. The corridor looks very short, but it is actually very long. There is a very long distance between each ward.
After running all the way, Han Fei and the other three finally arrived in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, where there was a rather special departmental beauty and psychological consultation center.
This department is very large, and there are some words written on the outer wall. Beauty refers not only to appearance and physical health and beauty, but also to an all-round perfect state of mind and social adaptation. We must reject morbid beauty and harm.
Sexual beauty, refuse to follow the crowd and seek beauty.
Those sentences are full of positive guidance, but every word is drawn in blood, crookedly, and looks like a kind of irony no matter how you look at it.
"Han Fei, are you sure we want to go in?" Ah Chong was carrying Du Jing on his back. He was a little scared when he saw the bloody words on the wall.
Han Fei, who was trying his best to dodge the doctor's attack, had no time to pay attention to Ah Chong. When he retreated to the door of the department, he kicked Ah Chong into the department.
Then he ducked into the room and grabbed the last moment to close the door of the department.
"You can't escape! We'll make you just like me!" The cleft lip doctor kept stabbing the door panel with his scalpel. Han Fei's chest heaved and he gasped for air.
"Dr. Zhang should be in the department."
Du Jing held on to the wall and approached the room inside the department. Before she entered the door, she heard a woman's voice coming from inside the room.
"What you have is a psychological problem, called body dysmorphic disorder. This is a chronic and persistent psychological disorder, which is mainly characterized by excessive attention and worry about appearance defects."
The woman's voice is mature, calm, and nice to listen to, giving people the feeling that she can be completely trusted.
"Finally, I'm going to meet a normal person in Building No. 7." Ah Chong also heard what the doctor said in the room. The female doctor seemed to be consulting.
"Don't be careless." Han Fei looked at the crumbling door of the department. The cleft lip doctor would break in at any time.
"Doctor Zhang Xi is relatively normal most of the time." Du Jing was not too sure, so she knocked on the door gently.
"Please come in."
Du Jing opened the door after obtaining Dr. Zhang's consent, and everyone saw the scene inside the department.
A female doctor in a white coat sits at a clean desk, and opposite her sits a patient in a hospital gown.
"Do you have a problem with me?" The female doctor spoke normally and seemed not to be affected by the alienation of the world at all. Du Jing also relaxed a little. She was about to enter the room to talk to Dr. Zhang, but was stopped by Han Fei.
"Don't go there yet, look at the patient."
The patient sitting opposite the female doctor was trembling continuously. After holding on for two or three seconds, his whole body fell apart like building blocks. What was even weirder was that even so, he was still breathing heavily and was not out of his mind.
"You are also here to consult on psychological problems, right?" Dr. Zhang didn't pay any attention to the patient opposite. She held her chin with her hands, looked at Du Jing, and said to herself: "Is the prosthesis on your left leg still comfortable to use?
You will always feel lasting pain in your heart. This is a sign of body dysmorphic disorder and requires urgent intervention."
"Dr. Zhang, I'm actually more worried about my daughter than my own health." Du Jing whispered, but Dr. Zhang ignored her at all. After giving the diagnosis, he looked at Ah Chong again.
"You care too much about other people's evaluation of you and always engage in passive avoidance behavior. You are suffering from body dysmorphic disorder and need emergency treatment."
At first Ah Chong thought Dr. Zhang Xi looked good and seemed normal, but he gradually realized something was wrong.
Why does Dr. Zhang Xi think that everyone has body dysmorphic disorder? It seems that all patients have the same disease.
"It's a bit strange." Ah Chong pressed his swollen finger and took a few steps back, but there was a mad doctor outside the department banging on the door, and he had no place to escape.
After Zhang Xi looked away from Ah Chong, she looked at Han Fei again. Her beautiful eyebrows knitted together: "You often let yourself fall into self-anxiety and self-conflict. This is a typical body dysmorphic disorder.
You should always want to change something in your heart, right?"
Putting down the pen in her hand, Dr. Zhang Xi stood up slowly. Her upper body was in a white coat, and her lower body, which was blocked by the table, was covered in blood. She looked like a red and white bloody angel.
"People want to be beautiful mostly out of physiological needs, safety needs, belonging and love needs, respect needs and self-realization needs." Dr. Zhang Xi opened the drawer and took out a bright scalpel.
Looking at Han Fei tenderly: "No matter what your needs are, I will satisfy you and carve you into a better version of yourself."
When Dr. Zhang Xi finished speaking these words, Han Fei suddenly discovered to his horror that he was somewhat unable to control his body.
Zhang Xi's voice seems to be able to compete for his control over his body and control his flesh and blood!
"What kind of terrifying ability is this?"
When Han Fei reacted again, Zhang Xi had already appeared in front of him, and his bloody white coat exuded a cruel beauty.
"Letter! Letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He could only shout in his heart.
"You are close to perfection, but not perfect yet." Zhang Xi's scalpel pressed against Han Fei's face. Just as she was about to perform the operation, a blood-red paper man crawled out from Han Fei's collar. It was still holding the scalpel in its hand.
A crumpled letter.
The letter paper was shaken open, and the paper man let Zhang Xi see the contents of the letter.
Drops of blood fell from the white coat, and Zhang Xi's scalpel stopped in front of Han Fei's eyes.
She looked at the words on the letter, and it felt as if something exploded in her head, making her face distorted and looking extremely painful.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei found that he could control his body again.
He immediately distanced himself from Zhang Xi. Compared with Dr. Zhang who could control flesh and blood, the cleft lip doctor outside the door was obviously cuter.
"I am your brother's best friend. He told me to give this letter to you." Han Fei pressed the master acting switch in his mind and secretly used his speech ability: "He said he forgot
A lot of things, but he will never forget that you are his best sister and he knows you are always protecting him."
