"The difficulty of this department's task is to persuade Zhang Xi to leave and give Zhang Xi a little hope. In reality, when Fu Sheng was imprisoned in the ward by Du Shu, he should also really want to leave, right?"
After Fu Yi died, Fu Sheng collapsed completely. He was regarded as a madman by the people around him. After entering here, he met a doctor like Du Shu.
A madman in everyone's eyes, he has no way to prove that he is not crazy.
All his refutations and resistances seemed to doctors and people around him to be evidence of his illness.
"I will try my best to break the despair that has enveloped the seven departments before twelve o'clock, but there is one strange thing..." Han Fei checked the system prompts. After he broke the despair that enveloped the departments, in addition to receiving a large amount of experience rewards, Han Fei
, will also get something called one of his despairs.
This thing is not a special item, nor is it an attribute bonus, it is an emotion of despair.
After Han Fei shattered the despair that enveloped the department and changed the future, the despair that was originally imposed on Fu Sheng seemed to be directly transferred to him.
Han Fei didn't notice anything abnormal about his body for the time being. In fact, even if he knew that Fu Sheng's despair would affect his body, he would still choose to continue to complete the task...
Helping Fu Sheng change the future was the path he chose from the beginning.
Han Fei was also a father for the first time. He didn't know how to be a good father. He just tried hard to leave the good things he could strive for to Fu Sheng and his family.
"Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we have to find someone." Han Fei finally met a doctor with whom he could communicate, and of course he would not miss this opportunity: "The man's surname is Yan.
He's the doctor here, he's tall, he must have just been here not long ago."
"There is a doctor named Yan in the Burn and Plastic Surgery Center on the sixth floor, but I'm not sure if he is the person you are looking for." Zhang Xi provided Han Fei with a very crucial piece of information.
"Okay, let's go to the sixth floor now."
Several people came to the corridor, and when they approached the corridor, they saw a disgusting scene.
The light yellow mucus flows slowly on the steps. What is strange is that the mucus containing a large amount of impurities seems to have its own thoughts, and they are slowly climbing up.
"It seems there is another problem at the liposuction center." Zhang Xi said lightly: "Don't touch that fat, it will kill you."
"Um...Sister Zhang Xi." Ah Chong covered his swollen fingers, imitating Han Fei's tone, and cautiously approached Zhang Xi: "I accidentally touched the yellow water before, and now not only the whole hand is swollen, but also the arm
It also feels a bit numb.”
Ah Chong stretched his arm in front of Zhang Xi. His skin color became extremely abnormal, his blood vessels were obviously bulging, and there seemed to be white things surging throughout his body.
"Sister Zhang Xi, what should you do if you see my situation?" Seeing that Zhang Xi ignored him at all, Ah Chong shamelessly spoke again.
Zhang Xi finally turned around and glanced at Ah Chong. She shook her head gently: "It's hopeless."
"Is there no chance at all?" Ah Chong's face was full of bitterness. He regretted not listening to Han Fei's words. It was just a matter of cutting off a finger.
"Cheer up. Let's meet Dr. Yan first, and then go to the liposuction center together." Han Fei gave Ah Chong an encouraging look: "We will try to catch the doctor there and see if we can remove it from his mouth."
I'll ask for a way to save you."
"Thank you, thank you Brother Han!" Ah Chong knew that the hospital was very dangerous and could be said to be murderous at every step. Under such circumstances, Han Fei actually did not abandon him and was willing to take risks for him.
Sincerely thanking Han Fei, Ah Chong gradually understood why a sick and crazy person like Han Fei was still so popular.
"Brother Han, if you have any use for me in the future, just ask, and I will do what a dog and a horse can do."
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me." Han Fei didn't feel that he had done anything worthy of Ah Chong's gratitude. He just felt that a slightly perverted person like Ah Chong might have that kind of hobby. Ordinary people.
Most of the work of dogs and horses is just to express emotions, while Ah Chong's work of dogs and horses may be substitution in various senses.
Before the grease reached the fourth floor, Han Fei and the others arrived at the fifth floor. All the ward doors on this floor were open, except for the door of the department where the doctor was on duty.
"Limbs Plastic Surgery and Reconstruction Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department and did not approach.
"There is a very greedy person on the fifth floor. Now I can't tell whether he belongs more to the doctor or more to the patient." As soon as Zhang Xigang finished speaking, strange noises came from all around.
It seemed like many people were scratching the floor with their fingernails, and there seemed to be several giant centipedes crawling overhead.
"Let's go to the sixth floor first. There's no need to fight head-on." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the mission, Han Fei discovered that killing was not the only way to complete the mission.
"Other doctors may let you go, but that guy on the fifth floor certainly won't." Zhang Xi knew the colleagues in the building very well. She stared at the empty wards indifferently: "At night, he
The greed in your heart will be aroused, and you will regard all the 'people' who enter the fifth floor as your own private property."
The sound of nails scratching the ground began to get louder, and Han Fei finally determined the specific location of the sound.
He turned and looked at the corner of the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors. The head of an old man wearing glasses was slowly sticking out.
First there was an old face, then a rough neck, and then a pair of hands and feet. The old man was like a giant human centipede crawling on the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors.
If Han Fei had just rushed up with his head down, he might have bumped right into the old man's arms.
"Dr. Wu is very greedy for money. He has no family at his old age. Privately, he likes to make money from his patients. During the day, he will recommend various prostheses and prostheses to patients. At night, he will treat young and energetic patients with
The limbs of his body are spliced together on his own body." Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu's eyes as if he saw a disgusting insect: "If the doctors in the hospital were ranked according to the degree of disgust, Dr. Wu should be ranked highest in the eyes of the patients.
First, almost everyone has been deceived and blackmailed by him."
"I rarely judge people by their appearance, but this old guy does look a little bit rough." Han Fei took out his death knife and wanted to cut off all the extra limbs on Dr. Wu's body.
The old man's bespectacled face stared at Han Fei. The four arms on his shoulders grasped the armrests, and the arms on both sides of his ribs pointed at Han Fei's face: "I can let you go, but you have to give me a sign."
"I have a medicine here that can cure all diseases. You can give it a try. If you are satisfied, I hope you can be accommodating and let us go." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting skill of opening the coffin, with a hint of killing intent in his body.
None, he was wearing the white coat of a cleft doctor and had his hands in his pockets.
"A cure-all medicine?" An ugly smile appeared on the old man's face, and his eyes were greedy: "Let me see!"
Using his hands and feet, he was like an alienated centipede crawling on the walls and handrails, and stopped on top of Han Fei's head.
"This medicine is extremely precious. I only have one piece. I hope you can keep your promise after using it." Han Fei stretched out his hand from his pocket and held the handle of the butcher knife.
"A knife handle?" The old man frowned: "Where's the medicine?"
"Can't you see? Then I'll feed you with my own hands!" Han Fei moved forward at full speed, and the dead blade suddenly appeared. The human light directly penetrated the old man's cheek, then slid down and slashed the old man's body diagonally.
Became two halves!
The old man felt a little wary when he saw the handle of the knife, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became a little sluggish, and he was unable to avoid Han Fei's attack at such a close distance.
The huge body fell to the ground, and countless hands and feet crawled on the ground.
The centipede is dead but not stiff. The old man's vitals are hidden somewhere in his body. Only when that part is destroyed can he be completely freed.
"Don't stop!" Zhang Xi reminded loudly.
Han Fei was not prepared to hold back at all. He would not be the old man's opponent in a one-on-one fight, but now with Zhang Xi's help, he easily dodged the attack of the old man's hands and feet, and cut off all the old man's countless hands and feet with random swords.
break.
When he split an arm on the old man's back, bright red blood flowed out, and a black heart was connected under the arm.
Han Fei stabbed him with a knife, and the medicine cured the disease, and the black-hearted old man no longer had to struggle in pain.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair in the limb plastic surgery and reconstruction center, gained a lot of experience, obtained three of his seven kinds of despair, and your health recovery speed has been accelerated."
"Third of the Seven Despairs: In order to treat his illness, his stepmother emptied his family's money. He feels like the biggest failure in the world, and his life is a burden."
The mission was completed, Han Fei ran directly to the sixth floor without stopping for a moment.
The corridor was quiet. Compared to the other floors, this floor was the most similar to a real hospital.
Holding a death knife in hand, Han Fei slowly walked to the Burns and Plastic Surgery Treatment Center. From the outside, this department looked ordinary, nothing unusual.
Reaching out to push the door open, Han Fei found that the door to the department was not locked at all, and the people in the room seemed to know that he would come.
A faint burnt smell poured into his nose. Han Fei looked inside the department and saw a tall doctor busy next to the operating table.
"Doctor Yan?" Han Fei activated the death knife. When the light of the human knife lit up, the doctor who was originally focused on the operation slowly turned his head, and a somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in Han Fei's field of vision.
Dr. Yan in the deep world does not have his own face, and Han Fei has never known what Dr. Yan looks like, so he is a little unsure.
"You are finally here." Dr. Yan looked at the death knife in Han Fei's hand. The appearance, body, and personality can all be replaced, but the knife called death can only be used by Han Fei: "I have been waiting here for you for a long time.
Already."
After Dr. Yan said this, a system prompt immediately sounded in Han Fei's mind.
"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair in the Burn and Plastic Surgery Center, gained a lot of experience, and obtained four of his seven kinds of despair. Your ability to tolerate negative emotions has been greatly improved."
"The fourth of seven kinds of despair: He thought about death in the deepest despair, and his soul fell into the flames, but what he didn't know was that he had even lost the right to die."
Doctor Yan stood up and looked at Han Fei: "We are running out of time. This world is about to be completely alienated. By then, everyone will be swallowed by the shrine world and will never be able to leave."
"If you want to leave, you must become the owner of the shrine, but now I don't even know where the shrine is." Han Fei was also a little helpless. This shrine inheritance mission is different from the mission in the Mirror God's Memory World.
"I've searched all over this hospital, and now I can probably determine where the shrine is." Dr. Yan gave Han Fei a surprise: "But it's very troublesome to get there. I guess you may need to be accompanied by the owner of the shrine in the memory world.
OK."
"What if he can't get into this hospital?"
"Those who carry their own obsessions, regrets and despair should also be able to do it." Dr. Yan's tone was not very sure either.
"I am the father of the owner of the shrine, and I helped him bear part of his despair." Han Fei grabbed Dr. Yan's arm: "Take me there, I should be able to get close to the shrine."
"Are you the father of the shrine owner?" Dr. Yan looked at Han Fei, his expressionless face full of surprise: "How is that possible?"
"Take me there immediately! I'll explain to you on the way." Han Fei didn't want to waste any time.
"Okay." Dr. Yan nodded, and then shouted towards the operating table: "You should follow me. After I leave the department, other patients may come in."
Hearing Dr. Yan's voice, the bandaged patient on the operating table slowly got up. His exposed hands, calves and cheeks were all burned.
"Han Fei, I didn't expect you to know my savior." Qiangwei's voice came from under the bandage. In order not to be discovered, he did not hesitate to burn part of his body and cooperated with Dr. Yan's treatment.
Seeing that Qiangwei was also in the department, Han Fei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not show it: "You and Ah Chong are relatively promising. Don't fall behind later. I will take you away together."
Han Fei still has many questions he wants to ask Dr. Yan, but none of them are as important as the shrine right now.
In the world of shrine memory, the shrine is the core of everything.
"Come with me." Dr. Yan put on his work ID and led everyone out of the burn treatment department. They took the elevator to the first floor of Building 7.
After stepping out of the elevator car, Dr. Yan stopped at the corner of the corridor on the first floor.
With a heavy heart, he looked at the long corridor where the emergency room was located.
"The shrine is right there."
There was nothing in the empty corridor except the cold lights.
"Are you sure?" Ah Chong's eyes widened: "Why can't I see it?"
The pale light reflects the pale walls.
Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, and he slowly walked towards the emergency room.
With each step, the lights dimmed.
Fu Yi, who was originally quiet in his mind, suddenly began to struggle violently.
Feeling dizzy, Han Fei's mouth and nose began to bleed. The further he went, the weaker he became.
Fu Sheng's despair weighed on him, and countless negative emotions rushed towards him, but he still did not stop.
Every time I lift my legs, I feel very heavy, and my heart is so depressed that I almost collapse. This short corridor seems to have condensed all the sufferings in life, and it seems that I can never finish it in a lifetime.
It was hard to breathe in my lungs, and my eyes were filled with tears for some reason.
Han Fei vaguely heard faint cries, and someone seemed to be calling his name.
Taking the last step, Han Fei stood in front of the emergency room.
The despair that belonged to Fu Sheng in his mind suffocated him, and the crazy Fu Yi desperately tried to snatch his body, but none of this could stop Han Fei.
Slowly raising his arm, Han Fei pushed open the door of the emergency room. The hospital's answer was here.
All the lights in Building 7 went out in an instant!
Crying prayers came from the walls, and countless souls made wishes at the top of their lungs.
They tried their best to stay, hoping to pray to the gods for even one more second.
The dirge sounded, and divine patterns appeared in the corridor.
Looking at Han Fei standing at the door of the emergency room and at the souls in the corridor that were engraved in memory and would never fade away, Dr. Yan sighed softly.
As a doctor, he knows that the corridor at the entrance of the hospital emergency room has heard more devout prayers than the statues of gods. This is the shrine of the world of memory.