Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"Why are there so many more patients?" A man in a white coat looked at Yang Xianluo and the four of them and said with a frown.

"The beds in other hospitals are full, so they can only be transferred to our hospital." said the female nurse who led Yang Xianluo and the four of them over.

A man and a woman stood beside the man in a white coat.

The man looked about twenty years old, with yellow hair and a carefree look.

The woman looked timid, with her head lowered and her hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes.

"Take all four of them into the ward!" The man in a white coat said as he glanced at Yang Xianluo and others.

Then he pointed to the man and woman standing next to him and said, "The two of them also came today and were led into the ward together."

"Who are you? Get me out of here quickly, I'm not sick." The young man with yellow hair yelled.

"Sir," the little nurse said to him patiently, "please don't worry, we will definitely cure your mental illness. You just need to feel at ease and cooperate with our treatment."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is mentally ill? I'm not sick, please let me out."

The young man with dyed yellow hair was so excited that the female nurse took two steps back in fear and shouted, "Come here quickly, a patient is sick."

Soon, several strong men ran over and forced the young man with yellow hair to the ground.

"Let me go quickly." The young man who was forced to the ground yelled, "Believe it or not, I will kill you when I get out."

"Please let my brother go!" The woman, who had always lowered her head and looked very timid, moved and tried to pull away the hands that were holding the young man down, but it had no effect at all.

The young man with dyed yellow hair struggled even more fiercely, with veins popping out on his forehead and cursing in his mouth.

The man in a white coat took a syringe and gave him a forcible injection. Soon he lost consciousness and stopped struggling.

"Quan'er, what's wrong with you, Quan'er?" the woman asked in a panic, hugging the unconscious young man.

"I just gave your brother a shot of sedative. He's fine." The man in a white coat comforted him gently. "You guys need to be treated well in the hospital. We will cure you. As long as you cooperate with us, you will be cured soon."

You’ll be discharged from the hospital.”

The woman raised her head and looked blankly at the man in the white coat. She was stunned for a moment, as if she had accepted the fact that they had become mentally ill, and asked timidly, "Can my brother and I stay in the same ward? He usually stays in the same ward.

You need others to take care of you in life, and I can still take care of him when I live with him."

"Your brother's condition seems to be more serious than yours, and his personality is more irritable. If he lives with you, I'm afraid he will hurt you." The man in a white coat was embarrassed.

"I'm not afraid." The woman said quickly, "As long as my brother and I can be in the same room, he can beat me and scold me."

"Okay!" The man in a white coat hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Thank you doctor, thank you doctor." The woman hugged the young man and bent down to thank him.

Seeing the woman in front of him caring so much for his younger brother, Zhang Zhi felt very envious and whispered to Zhang Jie, "You should learn more from my sister and see how good she is to her younger brother."

"I didn't beat you to death, so just have fun in your heart and don't make too many demands on me." Zhang Jie waved her fist and warned fiercely.

Zhang Zhi touched his nose dejectedly and whispered, "Isn't it just for you to learn how others behave as a sister? If you don't learn, you won't learn. What's wrong with that!"

With the lesson learned from the yellow-haired young man, Yang Xianluo and the others naturally did not dare to cause trouble. They behaved like I know I am mentally ill and I will definitely cooperate with the treatment.

They don't want to be pinned to the ground and forcibly given a sedative.

The female nurse led Yang Xianluo and others to their ward.

The wards are all for two people, and are surrounded not by walls but by transparent glass. You can directly see the situation inside from the corridor, and there is almost no privacy at all.

While walking through the corridor, Yang Xianluo kept looking into the ward, as if looking for someone.

"Xianluo, what are you looking at?" Zhang Jie, who was following her, asked.

"Wan Bochong is not here." Yang Xianluo said slightly disappointed.

"It's possible that he's not in the ward on this floor. Don't worry, we will definitely see him again." Zhang Jie comforted him.

"Well, I'll see him again."

I don't know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, but the ward of Yang Xianluo and others was arranged at the end of the corridor. Probably because of the lack of sunlight all year round, it felt very cold when I first walked into the ward.

Zhang Jie rubbed her arms with both hands, smiled and said to the nurse, "Beauty, can you help us arrange a ward with sunshine? This ward is too cold."

"I'm so sorry. All the wards in the hospital are full. There are only a few rooms left. You can make do with it for now. I'll change it for you when a good room becomes available."

Yang Xianluo and Zhang Jie exchanged glances. This nurse was lying. When she first came here, she clearly saw an empty ward.

Both of them were very sensible and did not expose the nurse's lie. They just smiled and asked her to tell them if she had a good room.

After the nurse left, Zhang Jie sat on the hospital bed and sighed and said, "This nurse seems to be very talkative. I don't know if she is a human or a ghost."

"Who knows?" Yang Xianluo shrugged, "In a ghost place like this, anything is possible."

Fortunately, the rooms for several people are connected together.

Zhang Zhi and Li Baicha live in the ward at the top of the corridor, next door to Yang Xianluo and Zhang Jie's ward.

Opposite the four of them is the ward of Wang Quan and Wang Rou.

The glass had no sound insulation effect at all, and they could clearly hear the sounds coming from other wards.

Except for a few of these players who are fake mental patients, the patients in other wards should be real mental patients.

After all, there are not many normal people who can knock the glass with their heads so loudly that they keep banging until their heads bleed, not feeling any pain at all.

Seeing that the glass was covered with blood, Zhang Jie hugged Yang Xianluo's arm with some fear and asked, "Are these patients really mentally ill?"

"This is a mental hospital. If they can stay here, what else can they do if they are not mentally ill?" Yang Xianluo glanced at the man who was still banging his head on the glass and said.

Suddenly, the man who had been banging his head on the glass just now pressed his face against the glass of their ward, looking directly at them, and a sinister smile slowly appeared on his face covered with blood.