My Iyashikei Game Chapter 593: The most special shrine
"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 have wanted to leave too, right?"
After Fu Yi died, Fu Sheng collapsed completely. He was regarded as a lunatic by the people around him. After entering here, he met a doctor like Du Shu again.
A lunatic in everyone's eyes, he has no way to prove that he is not crazy.
All his rebuttals and resistances, in the eyes of doctors and people around him, are more like evidence that he is sick.
"I will try my best to shatter the despair that enveloped the seven departments before twelve o'clock, but one thing is very strange..." Han Fei checked the system prompt, after he shattered the despair enveloping the departments, in addition to getting a lot of In addition to the experience reward, there will also be a thing called - one of his despairs.
This thing is not a special item, nor is it an attribute bonus, it is a feeling of despair.
After Han Fei shattered the despair that enveloped the department and changed the future, the despair originally imposed on Fu Sheng seemed to be directly transferred to him.
Han Fei has not noticed any abnormality in 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. .
Help Fu Sheng change the future. This is the path he chose from the beginning.
Han Fei is also a father for the first time. He doesn't know how to be a good father. He just tries his best to leave the good things he can achieve to Fu Sheng and his family.
"Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we have to find someone else." Han Fei finally met a doctor who could communicate with him, and of course he would not miss this opportunity: "That person His surname is Yan, he is the doctor here, he is tall and he should have just come here not long ago."
"There is a doctor surnamed Yan in the Burn and Plastic Treatment 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 critical 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 very disgusting scene.
The light yellow slime flows slowly on the steps. It is a little weird that those slimes that contain a lot of impurities seem to have their own minds, and they are slowly climbing up.
"It seems that there is another problem at the liposuction center." Zhang Xi said lightly: "Don't touch those fats, it will kill people."
"That...Sister Zhang Xi." A Chong covered his swollen fingers, imitating Han Fei's tone, and cautiously approached Zhang Xi: "I accidentally touched those yellow water before, and now not only is my entire hand swollen When I got up, my arms also felt a little numb."
A-Chong stretched out 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 all over his body.
"Sister Zhang Xi, what do you think about my situation?" Seeing that Zhang Xi was completely ignoring him, Ah Chong spoke again cheekily.
Zhang Xi finally turned her head and glanced at Ah Chong, she shook her head gently: "It's no help."
"Is there no chance at all?" A 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 with Dr. Yan first, and then go to the liposuction center together." Han Fei gave A-Chong an encouraging look: "At that time, we will find a way to catch the doctor there and see if we can get rid of the liposuction. He pressed his lips to find a way to rescue you."
"Thank you, thank you Brother Han!" Ah Chong knew that the hospital was very dangerous and could be said to be killing every step of the way. Under such circumstances, Han Fei did not abandon him and was willing to take risks for him.
Heartfelt thanks to Han Fei, A-Chong gradually understands why a morbid and crazy person like Han Fei is still so popular.
"Brother Han, in the future, if you can get me anywhere, just open your mouth and I will do what I can."
"Don't talk nonsense, follow me closely." Han Fei didn't feel that he had done something worthy of Ah Chong's gratitude, he just thought that a little pervert like Ah Chong might have that kind of hobby. Most of ordinary people's dog-horse labor just wants to express their emotions, while A-Chong's dog-horse labor may be a substitution in various senses.
Before the grease flooded to the fourth floor, Han Fei and the others came to the fifth floor. The doors of all the wards on this floor were open, and only the doors of the departments where doctors were on duty were closed.
"Limb Plastic Reconstruction Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department, but did not approach.
"There is a very greedy man 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 Xi finished speaking, strange noises were heard around him.
It looks like a lot of people are scratching the floor with their fingernails, and it looks like a few giant centipedes are crawling overhead.
"Let's go to the sixth floor first, there's no need to fight head-to-head." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the mission, Han Fei discovered that killing is not the only way to complete the mission.
"Other doctors may let you go, but the guy on the fifth floor will definitely not." Zhang Xi knew the colleagues in the building very well, she stared indifferently at the empty ward: "As soon as you arrive At night, the greed in his heart will be aroused, and all the 'people' who enter the fifth floor will be regarded as his private property."
The sound of fingernails scratching the ground became louder, and Han Fei finally determined the specific location of the sound.
He turns to look at the corner of the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors, where the head of an elderly man with glasses is slowly sticking out.
First an old face, then a rough neck, and then a pair of hands and feet, the old man crawled like a giant human centipede on the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors.
If Han Fei rushed up with his head sullen just now, he might just bump into the "arms" of the old man.
“Dr. Wu is very greedy for money, and he has no family at all when he is old. He likes to make money from patients in private. He recommends various prosthetics and prostheses to patients during the day. Young and energetic limbs are spliced together on his body." Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu's eyes and saw a disgusting worm: "If the doctors in the hospital are ranked according to their level of disgust, Dr. Wu should be in the minds of patients. He ranks first in the ranks, and almost everyone has been deceived and blackmailed by him."
"I don't often judge people by their appearance, but this old thing really looks a little undercut." Han Fei took out the saber, and he wanted to cut off all the extra hands and feet on Dr. Wu's body.
The old man stared at Han Fei with his bespectacled face, the four arms on his shoulders were grabbing the armrest, and the arms on either side of his ribs pointed at Han Fei's face: "I can let you go, but you always have to show me means."
"I have a medicine here that can cure all diseases, you can try it. If you are satisfied, I hope you can be accommodating and let us go." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting to open the coffin, and There was no killing intent at all, he was wearing a cleft lip doctor's white lab coat with his hands in his pockets.
"The medicine that cures all diseases?" The old man had an ugly smile on his face, his eyes were greedy: "Let me see!"
Using both 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 tablet. I hope you can keep your promise after using it." Han Fei stretched out his hand from his pocket, holding the handle of the butcher's 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 blade of his death suddenly appeared. The light of humanity directly penetrated the old man's cheek, and then slid down, knocking the old man's The body was slashed in half!
The old man was a little wary when he saw the hilt, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became a little sluggish, and he couldn't avoid Han Fei's attack at such a close distance.
The huge body fell to the ground, and countless hands and feet were crawling on the ground.
The centipede worm is dead but not stiff. The vital part of the old man is hidden somewhere in his body. Only when that place is destroyed can he be considered a complete liberation.
"Don't stop!" Zhang Xi reminded loudly.
Han Fei didn't plan to keep his hands at all. He would not be the old man's opponent if he singled out, but now with Zhang Xi's help, he easily escaped the old man's hand and foot attacks, and smashed the old man's innumerable All hands and feet cut off.
When splitting an arm on the back of the old man, bright red blood flowed out, and a black heart was connected under the arm.
Han Fei stabbed with a knife, and the medicine cured the disease, and the black-hearted old man no longer had to struggle.
"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully shattered the despair of the Limb Plastic and Reconstruction Center, gained a lot of experience, and obtained the third of his seven kinds of despair, and your health regenerates faster."
"The third of the seven despairs: In order to cure him, his stepmother emptied his family. He feels like the most failed person in the world, and his life is a burden."
The task has been completed, Han Fei did not stop for a moment, and ran directly to the sixth floor.
The corridor is quiet. Compared with the other floors, this floor is the most similar to the real hospital.
Han Fei slowly walked to the burn and plastic treatment center with the knife of rebirth in hand. This department looked ordinary from the outside, and there was nothing abnormal.
Reaching out and pushing the door, Han Fei found that the door of the department was not locked at all, and the people in the room seemed to know that he would come.
The faint smell of burnt odor poured into the nasal cavity. Han Feichao looked inside the department and saw a tall doctor busy beside the operating table.
"Doctor Yan?" Han Fei urged the knife of rebirth. When the light of the human nature knife lit up, the doctor who had been focusing on surgery slowly turned his head, and a somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in Han Fei's field of vision. .
Dr. Yan in the deep world doesn't have his own face, and Han Fei never knew what Dr. Yan looked like, so he was a little unsure.
"You're finally here." Dr. Yan looked at the rebirth knife in Han Fei's hand, the appearance, body, and personality can be replaced, but the knife called rebirth can only be used by Han Fei: "I'm already here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
After Dr. Yan finished saying these words, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind immediately.
"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully shattered the despair of the burn and plastic treatment center, gained a lot of experience, and obtained the fourth of his seven kinds of despair. Your ability to tolerate negative emotions has been greatly improved."
"The Fourth of the Seven Despairs: In his deepest despair he thought about death, his soul fell into flames, but what he didn't know was that he had lost even 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, and then everyone will be swallowed up by the shrine world and will never be able to leave."
"If you want to leave, you have to become the owner of the shrine, but I don't even know where the shrine is now." Han Fei was also a little helpless. The task of inheriting this shrine is not the same as the task of Mirror God's memory world.
"I have searched this hospital, and now I can probably determine where the shrine is." Dr. Yan brought a surprise to Han Fei: "But it's very troublesome to want the past, I guess it may be necessary to memorize the shrine in the world. The master must accompany him."
"What if he can't get into this hospital?"
"The person who carries his obsession, remorse and despair should also be able to." Dr. Yan's tone was not very sure.
"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 approach the shrine."
"You are the father of the owner of the shrine?" Dr. Yan looked at Han Fei, his expressionless face full of surprise: "How is that possible?"
"Take me there right away! 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 too. After I leave the department, other patients may come in."
Hearing Dr. Yan's voice, the bandaged patient on the operating table slowly climbed up. His exposed hands, calves and cheeks were 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 burned part of his body and cooperated with Dr. Yan for treatment.
Seeing that Qiangwei was also in the department, Han Fei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't show it: "You and A Chong are quite potential. Don't fall behind later, I will take you out together."
Han Fei still has many questions to ask Dr. Yan, but none of the questions 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 permit 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.
He looks down at the corridor where the emergency room is located with a heavy heart.
"The shrine is there."
There is nothing but cold lights in the empty hallway.
"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 every step, the lights dimmed.
The originally quiet Fu Yi in his mind suddenly began to struggle violently.
Dizzy, Han Fei's nose and mouth began to bleed, and 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 leg, it is very heavy, and my heart is almost collapsed. This short corridor seems to condense all the hardships in my life, as if I can't finish it in a lifetime.
The lungs are hard to breathe, and the eyes are filled with tears for some reason.
Han Fei vaguely heard a faint cry, and someone seemed to be calling his name.
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The despair that belonged to Fu Sheng in his mind suffocated him, and the mad Fu Yi desperately grabbed his body, but these could not stop Han Fei.
Raising his arm slowly, Han Fei pushed open the door of the emergency room. The answer from the hospital is here.
The lights of the entire No. 7 building were extinguished in an instant!
Crying prayers came from the walls, and countless souls were making wishes.
They tried their best to keep them, wanting to pray to the gods for even one more second.
The elegy sounded, and one after another divine pattern appeared in the corridor.
Looking at Han Fei standing at the door of the emergency room, looking at the souls in the corridor that were engraved in their memories and never dissipated, Dr. Yan sighed softly.
As a doctor, he knows that the corridor at the entrance of the emergency room of the hospital has heard more devout prayers than the statue of the gods. This is the shrine of the memory world.