My Iyashikei Game Chapter 593: The most special shrine
"The difficulty of this department's task is to persuade Zhang Xi to leave and bring Zhang Xi a little hope. In reality, when Fu Sheng was imprisoned in the ward by Du Shu, he should also want to leave too?"
After Fu Yi's death, Fu Sheng completely collapsed. He was regarded as a lunatic by the people around him. After entering here, he met a doctor like Du Shu.
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 of his illness.
"I will try my best to break the despair covering seven departments before twelve o'clock, but there is one thing that is strange..." Han Fei checked the system prompt. After he smashed the despair covering the departments, in addition to getting a lot of In addition to experience rewards, you will also get something called - one of his despair.
This thing is not a special item, nor is it an attribute bonus, but a feeling of despair.
After Han Fei shattered the despair enveloping 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 any abnormalities 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.
Helping Fu Sheng change the future is the path he chose from the very beginning.
Han Fei is also a first-time father. He doesn't know how to be a good father. He just tries hard to leave the good things he can get to Fu Sheng and his family. .
"Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we need to find someone else." Han Fei finally met a doctor with whom he could communicate, and of course he would not let this opportunity pass: "That person His surname is Yan, he is a doctor here, he is tall, he should 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."
A few people came to the corridor, and when they approached the corridor, they saw a disgusting scene.
The light yellow slime flows slowly on the steps. It is unbelievable that those slimes containing a lot of impurities seem to have their own thinking, and they are slowly climbing up.
"Looks like there's something wrong with the liposuction center again." Zhang Xi said lightly, "Don't touch that fat, it will kill you."
"That... Miss Zhang Xi." Ah Chong covered his swollen fingers, imitating Han Fei's tone, and carefully approached Zhang Xi: "I accidentally touched the yellow water before, and now not only my whole hand is swollen When I got up, my arms 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 protruding, 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 had no intention of responding to him at all, A Chong spoke again cheekily.
Zhang Xi finally turned her head to look at Ah Chong, she shook her head lightly: "It's hopeless."
"There is 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 up with Dr. Yan first, and then go to the liposuction center together." Han Fei gave Ah 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 it. He asked for a way to save you."
"Thank you, thank you Brother Han!" Ah Chong knew that the hospital was very dangerous, and it could be said that he would kill every step of the way. In this case, Han Fei did not abandon him and was willing to take risks for him.
I sincerely thank Han Fei from the bottom of my heart, and Ah Chong gradually understood why a sick and crazy person like Han Fei is still so popular.
"Brother Han, in the future, if you can get me, just open your mouth, and I will do my best."
"Don't talk nonsense, follow me closely." Han Fei didn't feel that he had done anything worthy of Ah Chong's gratitude, he just thought that a little perverted person like Ah Chong might have that hobby. Most of the hard work of ordinary people is just to express their emotions, while Ah Chong's hard work may be a substitution in various senses.
Before the oil reached the fourth floor, Han Fei and the others arrived at the fifth floor. The doors of all the wards on this floor were open, and only the doors of the departments where the doctors were on duty were closed.
"Limb Plastic and Reconstruction Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department, but didn't approach it.
"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." Just as Zhang Xi finished speaking, there were strange noises from all around.
It seems that many people are scratching the floor with their nails, and it seems that a few huge centipedes are crawling overhead.
"Let's go to the sixth floor first, there's no need to head-on." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the task, Han Fei discovered that killing was not the only way to complete the task.
"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, and she stared at the empty wards indifferently: "As soon as you arrive At night, the greed in his heart will be stimulated, and he will treat all the 'people' who enter the fifth floor as his own private property."
The sound of fingernails scratching the ground became louder, and Han Fei finally determined the exact location of the sound.
He turned to look at the corner of the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors, where the head of an old man wearing glasses was slowly sticking out.
First came the old face, then the rough neck, and then the pair of hands and feet. The old man crawled on the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors like a giant human centipede.
If Han Fei had rushed up with his head depressed just now, he might have just hit the old man's "bosom".
"Dr. Wu is very greedy for money. He is old and has no family members. He likes to get money from patients in private. The young and energetic limbs are spliced on my body." Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu's eyes, as if he saw a disgusting bug: "If you rank the doctors in the hospital according to the degree of disgust, Dr. Wu should be in the hearts of patients. Ranked first among all, almost everyone has been deceived and blackmailed by him."
"I seldom judge people by their appearance, but this old thing really looks a little ugly." Han Fei took out the death knife, and he wanted to cut off all the extra hands and feet on Dr. Wu.
The old man stared at Han Fei with his bespectacled face, the four arms on his shoulders were holding onto the handrails, and the arms on both sides of his ribs were pointing at Han Fei's face: "I can let you go, but you have to show me Indicates."
"I have a medicine here that can cure all diseases. You can try it. If you are satisfied, I hope you can accommodate me and let us go." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting skills to open the coffin. He had no killing intent at all, he was wearing the white coat of a cleft lip doctor, with his hands in his pockets.
"A cure for all diseases?" The old man had an ugly smile on his face, and his eyes were greedy: "Let me see!"
Using both hands and feet, he crawled on the walls and handrails like a mutated centipede, and landed 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, holding 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 blade of the past life suddenly appeared. The body was cut obliquely into two halves!
When the old man saw the handle of the knife, he felt a little wary, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became a little sluggish, and he couldn't dodge 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 it 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 if he was singled out, but now with Zhang Xi's help, he easily dodged the attack of the old man's hands and feet. All hands and feet were cut off.
When an arm on the old man's back was split open, bright red blood flowed out, and a black heart was connected under that arm.
Han Fei stabbed in with a knife, and the medicine cured his illness, and the black-hearted old man no longer had to struggle in pain.
"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair of the limb plastic reconstruction center, gained a lot of experience, obtained the third of his seven kinds of despair, and your health recovery speed is accelerated."
"The third of the seven kinds of despair: In order to treat his illness, his stepmother emptied the family property, and he feels like the most failed person in the world, and his life is a burden."
The task was completed, and Han Fei ran straight to the sixth floor without stopping for a moment.
The corridor is quiet. Compared with the other floors, this floor is most similar to a hospital in reality.
Holding the Rebirth Knife in hand, Han Fei walked slowly to the Burn and Plastic Surgery Center. This department looked ordinary from the outside without any abnormalities.
Pushing the door open, 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.
A faint burnt smell poured into his nostrils. Han Fei looked into the department and saw a tall doctor busy beside the operating table.
"Doctor Yan?" Han Fei activated the Rebirth Knife. When the Human Nature Knife was lit up, the doctor who was originally concentrating on the surgery slowly turned his head, and a strange face appeared in Han Fei's vision. .
Dr. Yan in the deep world doesn't have his own face, and Han Fei has never known what Dr. Yan looks like, so he is a little uncertain.
"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 only Han Fei can use the Rebirth Knife: "I'm already here I have been waiting for you for a long time."
After Dr. Yan finished speaking, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.
"Please pay attention to player number 0000! You have successfully broken the despair of the Burn Plastic Surgery Center, gained a lot of experience, obtained the fourth of his seven kinds of despair, and your ability to tolerate negative emotions has been greatly improved."
"The fourth of the seven kinds of despair: In the deepest despair, he thought about death, and his soul fell into flames, but what he didn't know was that he had lost even the right to die."
Dr. Yan stood up and looked at Han Fei: "We are running out of time. This world is about to be completely alienated. At that time, everyone will be swallowed 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.
"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 go there, I guess you may need to remember the shrine in the world You can only be accompanied by the master."
"What if he can't get into this hospital?"
"Those who carry his obsession, remorse, and despair should be able to." Dr. Yan's tone was not very sure.
"I am the father of the shrine owner, and I helped him bear part of his despair." Han Fei grabbed Dr. Yan's arm and said, "Take me there, I should be able to get close to the shrine."
"Are you the father of the owner of the shrine?" Dr. Yan looked at Han Fei, his expressionless face was 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 yelled towards the operating table, "You should follow along. 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 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 burned part of his body to cooperate with Dr. Yan's treatment.
Seeing that Qiangwei is also in the department, Han Fei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't show it: "You and Ah Chong have more potential, don't fall behind later, I will take you away together."
Han Fei still has a lot of questions he wants to ask Dr. Yan, but none of them are as important as the shrine.
In the shrine memory world, 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 No. 7.
After getting 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 there."
There is nothing in the empty corridor except for the cold light~IndoMTL.com~.
"Are you sure?" Ah Chong's eyes widened: "Why can't I see it?"
The pale light reflected the pale wall.
Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, and he walked slowly towards the emergency room.
With every step the lights dim.
Fu Yi, who was originally quiet in his mind, suddenly began to struggle violently.
Dizzy, Han Fei's mouth and nose 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 didn't 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 my life, as if I can't walk through it in a lifetime.
My lungs were hard to breathe, and my eyes filled with tears for some reason.
Han Fei 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 tried his best to **** his body, but none of these could stop Han Fei.
Slowly raising his arm, Han Fei pushed open the door of the emergency room, and the hospital's answer was here.
The lights of the entire No. 7 building were extinguished in an instant!
Crying prayers came from the wall, and countless souls made wishes hoarsely.
They tried their best to keep them, and wanted 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 looking at the souls in the corridor that would never fade away, Dr. Yan sighed softly.
As a doctor, he knows that the promenade at the entrance of the emergency room of the hospital has heard more devout prayers than the statues of gods. This is the shrine of the memory world.