My Iyashikei Game Chapter 591: Body dysmorphic disorder
The doctor's lips are torn around, revealing the dense, crooked teeth inside.
This doctor just walked out of the cleft lip and palate center, his whole face was torn apart, and he bit Han Fei's head!
Facing such a terrifying scene, Han Fei didn't take a step back.
With the death in hand, he even dared to kill with hatred.
The dazzling light of the knife fell, and the eccentric and ugly doctor seemed to realize that something was wrong, and it was the critical moment of the collision that he stepped back.
In his lifetime, only a "flap" of his lip was cut off, leaving a **** 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 lip fell to the ground like a petal made of human flesh.
"You! Find! Die!"
Blood and water were mixed with roars, and the doctor took out two blood-stained scalpels from his pocket: "I'm going to make all of you like me! So that those who are intact will become a minority! And the few are the sick!"
The doctor's speed was very fast, and Han Fei himself was secretly shocked. He just aimed the knife at the doctor's neck, but the other party actually dodged within such a short distance. .
The departments in Building 7 are full of terrifying monsters. Han Fei made a decisive decision: "Go to the fourth floor first!"
The doctor in front of him is pretending to be a patient in the cleft lip and palate center. If they are seen by other doctors in the hospital, both of them will be targeted, so Han Fei also wants to lead the cleft lip doctor upstairs.
Receiving Han Fei's order, Ah Chong ran up hard with Du Jing on his back, not daring to waste the precious time that Han Fei had won with his life.
"Don't even try to run away!" This doctor is already crazy, he is holding two scalpels, his speed is ridiculous, his whole person is like a beast lurking in the dark night, desperate to bite all living things he sees .
In order not to hurt Du Jing, Han Fei could only bite the bullet and delay the doctor.
The doctor's psychology was extremely abnormal. The knife in his hand directly attacked Han Fei's cheek every time, trying to destroy Han Fei's charming face.
For most actors, the face is always more important than other places, but Han Fei is an exception. He began to think in his mind whether he should use his face to sell a flaw and win a chance for himself.
As long as you can hit the opponent's vitals, the opponent will die without a doubt.
The doctor is a morbid lunatic, and Han Fei is an extremely calm lunatic. Both have experienced the worst and most desperate things.
"Han Fei! Be careful!" A worm's exclamation sounded from the corner of the third floor. Han Fei didn't look back at all, and just kicked off the ground.
Where he just stood, some orange-yellow, near-transparent slime was dripping.
"Is this dripping from upstairs?" Han Fei didn't dare to be distracted, but just glanced at it with his peripheral vision. There was mucus dripping from the gap of the stairs, and he looked very disgusting.
There was a stench in the air, and Han Fei was worried that he would be unable to deal with other dangers after his desperate efforts.
He gave up the idea of exchanging injuries with the doctor, quickly retreated, and ran upstairs.
The doctor who had a lip cut off by him chased after him, holding two scalpels, vowing to make Han Fei look like him.
Fleeing quickly to the third floor.
The stinking yellow mucus was already covered on the ground, some places were close to transparent, and some places were cloudy and lumpy, looking extremely disgusting.
"What the **** is this?"
The mucus sticks to the soles of the shoes, making it unsteady to stand. Ah Chong almost fell while carrying Du Jing on his back. He accidentally grabbed the handrail of the stairs and touched a little mucus with his fingertips.
"It's slippery and greasy, like lard to the touch?" Ah Chung felt a tingling sensation in 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 swollen by a quarter almost instantly.
"Brother Han! My hand is poisoned!"
"If it doesn't work, cut it off! Don't let it spread!" Han Fei dodged with a knife without turning his head.
He is on guard against the cleft lip doctor, and while dodging, he doesn't forget to look around.
All the mucus is seeping from the Body Sculpture Liposuction Center on the third floor, and the door to that department doesn't seem to be able to close tightly.
Chased by the mad cleft lip doctor, Han Fei and the three didn't bother to check carefully, and they ran to the fourth floor in one breath.
"Is Dr. Zhang Xi on this floor?"
Rushing into the corridor on the fourth floor, Han Fei has gradually lost his strength. The doctor with cleft lip is getting faster and faster as the world continues to alienate.
What's even more disgusting is that there is an unknown curse on the other side's scalpel, as long as it is scratched, it will make the body dull.
Han Fei is getting more and more struggling.
What makes Han Fei even more worried is that whenever he is in danger, there will be a faint pain in his head. Fu Yi seems to be holding a belly of bad water and is always ready to give Han Fei a fatal blow.
Internal and external troubles, Han Fei didn't know how long he could support.
"It's almost there, the front is the ward where I lived! Dr. Zhang usually works in the department in the middle of the corridor!"
The alienation of the hospital has been very serious. The pale light is twisted in the corridor. Looking at the short corridor, it is actually very long, and each ward is separated by a very long distance.
Running all the way, Han Fei and the three finally came to the center of the corridor on the fourth floor, where there is a special department - the Beauty Psychological Consultation Center.
This department is very large, and there are some words written on the outer wall-beauty not only refers to the health and beauty of the appearance and body, but also refers to the all-round perfect state of psychological and social adaptation, we must refuse Sick beauty, refusal to hurt beauty, refusal to seek beauty from herd.
Those sentences are full of positive guidance, but each word is drawn in blood, crooked, and it is a kind of irony no matter how you look at it.
"Han Fei, are you sure we want to go in?" Ah Chong carried Du Jing on his back. He was a little scared when he saw the blood on the wall.
Han Fei, who was desperately dodging the doctor's attack, didn't have time to pay attention to Ah Zong. When he stepped back to the door of the department, he kicked A Zong directly into the department.
He then dodged into the room himself, closing the door of the department at the last minute.
"You can't escape! We made you like me!" The cleft lip doctor's scalpel kept stabbing on the door panel, Han Fei's chest heaved and he gasped for breath.
"Dr. Zhang should be in the department."
Du Jing leaned against the wall and approached the room in the department. Before she entered the door, she heard a woman's voice coming from the room.
"You have a psychological problem called body dysmorphic disorder, which is a chronic and persistent psychological disorder characterized by excessive attention and worry about physical defects."
The woman's voice is mature, calm, and nice, giving the feeling that she can be completely trusted.
"Finally, I'm going to meet a normal person in Building No. 7." A 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 department door, and a doctor with a cleft lip would break in at any time.
"Dr. Zhang Xi is quite normal most of the time." Du Jing was not too sure, she knocked gently on the door.
"Please come in."
Du Jing opened the door only after obtaining the consent of Dr. Zhang, and several people saw the scene inside the department.
A female doctor in a white coat sits at a clean and tidy desk, and across from her sits a patient in a hospital gown.
"Do you have anything to do with me?" The female doctor spoke normally and seemed to be completely unaffected by the alienation of the world. 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 constantly. After holding on for two or three seconds, his whole body spread out like building blocks. What's even weirder is that even so, he still sighed and didn't lose his soul.
"You are also here to consult psychological problems, right?" Dr. Zhang didn't care about the patient opposite at all. She rested her chin in her hands, looked at Du Jing, and said to herself, "The prosthesis of the left leg is still in use. Are you comfortable? You will always feel lasting pain inside you, which is body dysmorphic disorder and needs urgent intervention.”
"Doctor Zhang, I am actually more worried about my daughter than my own body." Du Jing whispered, but Dr. Zhang ignored her at all. After the diagnosis was made, she looked at Achong again.
"You care too much about other people's evaluations of you, and you always make passive avoidance behaviors. You are suffering from body dysmorphic disorder and need emergency treatment."
At first, A-Chong thought that Dr. Zhang Xi looked good, and he felt normal, but he slowly realized that something was wrong.
This doctor Zhang Xi thinks that everyone has body dysmorphic disorder, as if all patients suffer from the same disease.
"It's a little weird." A-Chong pressed his swollen fingers, and he took a few steps back, but there was a mad doctor outside the department who was slamming the door, and he had nowhere to escape.
Zhang Xi looked away from A-Chong, then looked at Han Fei, her beautiful eyebrows frowned: "You often let yourself fall into self-anxiety and self-contradiction, this is a typical body Dysmorphic, you must have always wanted to change something in your heart, right?"
Putting down the pen in her hand, Dr. Zhang Xi slowly stood up. Her upper body was in a white lab coat, and her lower body, which was blocked by the table, was covered in blood. She was like a red and white **** 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 surgery Knife, she looked at Han Fei tenderly: "No matter what kind of need you have, I will satisfy you and carve you into a better version of yourself."
When Dr. Zhang Xi finished saying these words, Han Fei suddenly found in horror that he could not control his body.
Zhang Xi's voice seems to be competing for control of his body, manipulating his flesh and blood!
"What terrifying ability is this?"
When Han Fei reacted again, Zhang Xi had already appeared in front of him. The **** white coat showed a cruel beauty.
"Letter! Letter!" Han Fei opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only shout wildly in his heart.
"You are close to perfect~IndoMTL.com~ but you are not perfect." Zhang Xi's scalpel pressed against Han Fei's face, she was about to cut, a blood-red paper figure crawled from Han Fei's neckline It came out with a crumpled letter in its hand.
The letter was shaken open, and the paper man let Zhang Xi see the content of the letter.
The blood on the white coat fell drop by drop, and Zhang Xi's scalpel stopped in front of Han Fei.
She looked at the text on the letter, and it seemed that something exploded in her head, contorting her face 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 the doctor Zhang who can manipulate flesh and blood, the doctor with the cleft lip outside the door is obviously cuter.
"I'm your brother's best friend, he told me to give you this letter." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting switch in his mind, and quietly used the ability of speech: "He said He has forgotten a lot of things, but he will never forget that you are his best sister and he knows you are always protecting him."