My Iyashikei Game

"The difficulty of this department's task is to convince 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 the doctor and the people around him, are more like evidence that he is sick.

"I will try my best to break the despair that enveloped the seven departments before twelve o'clock, but there is something strange..." Han Fei looked at the system prompt. After he broke the despair that enveloped the departments, in addition to getting a lot of experience rewards , and will gain something 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 didn't find anything abnormal 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.

It was also the first time for Han Fei to be a father. He didn't know how to be a good father. He just tried his best to leave the beauty that he could 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's surname is Yan, It's the doctor here, he's 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 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 very disgusting scene.

The light yellow mucus was slowly flowing on the steps, and it was somewhat unbelievable that those mucus containing a lot of impurities seemed to have their own minds, and they were 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 whole hand swollen, but my arm is also swollen. It also feels a little numb."

Ah Chong stretched his arm in front of Zhang Xi, his skin color became extremely abnormal, the 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 didn't pay any attention to himself, Ah Chong spoke again cheekily.

Zhang Xi finally turned her head to look at A 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.

"Come on, let's meet up 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 it out of his mouth. 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 killing 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, and A-Chong gradually understands why someone as morbid and crazy as Han Fei is still so popular.

"Brother Han, in the future, if you can find me, 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 perverted person 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 spread 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 person on the fifth floor. Now I can't tell whether he belongs more to the doctor or more to the patient." After Zhang Xigang finished speaking, strange noises came from all around.

It seemed like a lot of people were scratching the floor with their fingernails, and it seemed like a few giant centipedes were crawling over their heads.

"Let's go to the sixth floor first, there's no need to fight head-on." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the task, Han Fei found that the only way to complete the task was to kill.

"Other doctors may let you go, but the guy on the fifth floor certainly won't." Zhang Xi knew her colleagues in the building very well, and she stared indifferently at the empty wards: "At night, he The inner greed will be aroused, and all the 'people' who enter the fifth floor will be regarded as their own private property."

The sound of fingernails scratching the ground became louder, and Han Fei finally determined the specific 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 with glasses was slowly sticking out.

First an old face, then a rough neck, and then a pair of hands and feet, the old man seemed like a giant

The human centipede crawled 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 old man's "arms".

"Dr. Wu is very greedy for money, and he has no family when he is old. He likes to make money from patients in private. He recommends various prosthetics and prostheses to patients during the day, and at night, he will make those young people full of vitality. The limbs are spliced ​​to his own body." Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu's eyes and saw a disgusting worm: "If the doctors in the hospital are ranked according to the degree of disgust, Dr. Wu should be ranked in the minds of patients. Number one, 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 bit 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."

"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 skill to open the coffin, with a little killing intent on his body. None, 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, and 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 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'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, then slid down and slashed the old man's body diagonally. in two halves!

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 vitals of the old man are hidden somewhere in the body. Only when that place is destroyed can he be considered completely free.

"Don't stop!" Zhang Xi reminded loudly.

Han Fei was not prepared 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 avoided the attack of the old man's hands and feet, and chopped off all the countless hands and feet of the old man. break.

When splitting 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 with a knife, and the medicine cured the disease, and the black-hearted old man no longer had to struggle.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention! 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 HP recovery speed has accelerated."

"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 was quiet. Compared with the other floors, this floor was the most similar to a real hospital.

Holding the rebirth knife, Han Fei slowly walked to the burn and plastic treatment center. 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, and Han Feichao looked inside the department, where a tall doctor was busy beside the operating table.

"Doctor Yan?" Han Fei urged the knife of rebirth. When the knife of human nature 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 has no face of his own, 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 have been waiting here for you for a long time. already."

After Dr. Yan finished saying this, Han Fei's mind immediately sounded a prompt from the system.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention! 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 types of despair, and 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."

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 up by the shrine world and will never be able to leave."

"If you want to leave, you have to become the master 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've searched 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 to the past, I guess it may need to be accompanied by the owner of the shrine in the memory world. Row."

"What if he can't get into this hospital?"

"That carries his obsessions, remorse and

Desperate people should be able to. "Doctor Yan's tone is not very sure.

"I am the father of the owner of the shrine and 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, and his face with few expressions was full of surprise: "How is it 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 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 cooperate with Dr. Yan for treatment.

Seeing that Qiangwei was also in the department, Han Fei's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not show it: "You and A Chong have more potential. Don't fall behind later, I will take you out together."

Han Fei still has a lot of questions he wants to ask Dr. Yan, but none of the questions are as important as the shrine right now.

In the shrine memory world, 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.

With a heavy heart, he looked at the corridor where the emergency room was located.

"The shrine is there."

There was nothing but cold lights in the empty corridor.

"Are you sure?" Ah Chong's eyes widened: "Why can't I see it?"

The pale light reflected on 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.

Fu Yi, who was originally quiet 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 life, as if I can't finish it in a lifetime.

Her lungs were hard to breathe, and her eyes were filled with tears for some reason.

Han Fei vaguely heard a faint cry, and someone seemed to be calling his name.

Taking the last step, Han Fei stood in front of the emergency room door.

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 all extinguished in an instant!

Crying prayers came from the walls, and countless souls were making a wish.

They tried their best to keep it, wanting to pray to the gods for even one more second.

The elegy sounded, and one after another Divine Rune appeared in the corridor.

Looking at Han Fei standing at the door of the emergency room, looking at the souls in the corridor that will never disappear, Dr. Yan sighed softly.

As a doctor, he knew that in the corridor at the entrance of the emergency room of the hospital, he had heard more devout prayers than the statues of gods. This was the shrine of the memory world.