Chapter 594 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 also Do you really want to leave? "
After Fu Yi died, Fu Sheng completely collapsed. He was originally regarded as a madman 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.
In the eyes of doctors and people around him, all his refutations and resistance are more like evidence that he is ill.
"I will try my best to break the despair that has enveloped the seven departments before twelve o'clock, but there is one strange thing..." Han Fei checked the system prompts. After he broke the despair that enveloped the departments, in addition to receiving a large amount of experience rewards, Han Fei , and will also get 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 that was originally imposed on Fu Sheng seemed to be directly transferred to him.
Han Fei did not notice anything abnormal about 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 was the path he chose from the beginning.
Han Fei was also a father for the first time. He didn't know how to be a good father. He just tried hard to leave the good things he could strive for to Fu Sheng and his family.
"Sister Zhang, I will take you to see Zhang Zhuangzhuang, but before that, we have to find someone." Han Fei finally met a doctor with whom he could communicate, and of course he would not miss this opportunity: "That man's surname is Yan, he is a doctor here. , he is tall, he must have just arrived here not long ago."
"There is a doctor named Yan in the burn and plastic surgery center on the sixth floor, but I am not sure if he is the person you are looking for." Zhang Xijie. Han Fei provided a very crucial piece of information.
"Okay, let's go to the sixth floor now."
A few people came to the corridor and saw a disgusting scene when they approached the corridor.
The light yellow mucus flows slowly on the steps. What is strange is that the mucus containing a large amount of impurities seems to have its own thoughts, and they are slowly climbing up.
"It seems that there is another problem at the liposuction center." Zhang Xi said lightly: "Don't touch that fat, it will kill people."
"That...Sister Zhang Xi. Ah Chong covered his swollen fingers, imitated Han Fei's tone, and cautiously approached Zhang Xi: "I accidentally touched that yellow water before, and now not only my whole hand is swollen, but my arm also feels a little numb."
A Chong stretched his arm in front of Zhang Xi, and the color of his skin changed. It was extremely abnormal. The blood vessels were obviously bulging, and there seemed to be something white inside that was surging throughout the body.
"Sister Zhang Xi, what should I do in this situation?" Seeing that Zhang Xi ignored him at all, Ah Chong shamelessly spoke again.
Zhang Xi finally turned around and glanced at Ah Chong. She shook her head gently: "It's hopeless."
"Is there no chance at all?" Ah Chong's face was filled with bitterness. He regretted not listening to Han Fei's words. , it was originally just a matter of cutting off a finger.
"Cheer up, let's meet Dr. Yan first, and then go to the liposuction center together." Han Fei gave Ah Chong an encouraging look: "We will find a way to catch the doctor there and see Can you ask him for a way to save you? "
"Thank you, thank you, Brother Han!" Ah Chong knows that the hospital is very dangerous, and it can be said that he is murderous at every step. In this case, Han Fei actually didn't abandon him and was willing to take risks for him.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Han Fei, Ah Chong slowly understood why a sick and crazy person like Han Fei was still so popular.
"Brother Han, if you have any use for me in the future, just speak up and I will do the hard work."
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me." Han Fei did not feel that what he had done was worth it. Regarding the matter of Chong's gratitude, he just felt that a slightly perverted person like Ah Chong might have that kind of hobby. Most of the ordinary people's efforts are just to express their emotions, while Ah Chong's efforts may be substitution in various senses.
Before the grease 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, except for the door of the department where the doctor was on duty.
"Limbs Plastic Reconstruction Center?" Han Fei glanced at the department and 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." As soon as Zhang Xigang finished speaking, strange noises came from all around. sound.
It seemed like many people were scratching the floor with their fingernails, and there seemed to be several giant centipedes crawling overhead.
"Let's go to the sixth floor first. There is no need to fight head-on." After persuading Zhang Xi to complete the mission, Han Fei discovered that killing was not the only way to complete the mission.
"Other doctors may let you go, but the guy on the fifth floor certainly won't." Zhang Xi knew the colleagues in the building very well, and she stared at the empty wards indifferently: "At night, the greed in his heart will be aroused, and he will regard all 'people' who enter the fifth floor as his private property."
The sound of fingernails scratching the ground began to get louder, Han Fei The specific location of the sound was finally determined.
He turned and looked at the corner of the stairs between the fifth and sixth floors. The head of an old man wearing glasses was slowly sticking out.
First there was an old face, then a rough neck, and then a pair of hands and feet. The old man was like a giant human centipede crawling on the handrail between the fifth and sixth floors.
If Han Fei had rushed up with his head down just now, he might have bumped right into the old man's arms.
“Dr. Wu is very greedy for money. He has no family at his old age. Privately, he likes to make money from his patients. He will recommend various prostheses and prostheses to patients during the day, and at night he will He will splice those young and energetic limbs into his own body." Zhang Xi looked at Dr. Wu with eyes that looked like disgusting insects: "It's like that. If you rank the doctors in the hospital according to their dislike, Dr. Wu should be ranked first in the eyes of patients. Almost everyone has been deceived and blackmailed by him. "
"I rarely judge people by their appearance, but I rarely judge people by their appearance. This old thing really looks a little bit in need of a cut." Han Fei took out the death knife and wanted to cut off all the extra limbs on Dr. Wu's body.
The old man's bespectacled face stared at Han Fei, the four arms on his shoulders grasped the armrests, and the arms on both sides of his ribs pointed at Han Fei's face: "I can let you go, but you have to Show me something.”
"I have a medicine here that can cure all diseases. You can give it a try. If you are satisfied, I hope you can be accommodating and let us go." Han Fei pressed the master-level acting skills to open the coffin, with a hint of murderous intention in his body None, he was wearing a cleft doctor's white coat, his hands in his pockets.
“A cure-all medicine?” An ugly smile appeared on the old man’s face, his eyes were greedy: “Let me see!”
Using his hands and feet together, he was like an alienated centipede. Crawling on the walls and handrails, it stopped above Han Fei.
"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 and held the handle of the butcher knife.
“A knife handle?” The old man frowned: “Where is the medicine?”
"Can't you see? Then I'll feed you with my own hands!" Han Fei moved forward at full speed, and the dead blade suddenly appeared. The human light directly penetrated the old man's cheek, then slid down and slashed the old man's body diagonally. Became two halves!
The old man felt wary when he saw the handle of the knife, but his flesh and blood body suddenly became a little sluggish, and he was unable to avoid 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 that part is destroyed can he be completely freed.
“Don’t stop!” Zhang Xi reminded loudly.
Han Fei had no intention of holding back at all. He was no match for the old man in a one-on-one fight, but now with Zhang Xi's help, he easily dodged the attack of the old man's hands and feet, and chopped off all the old man's countless hands and feet with random swords. break.
When he split 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 him with a knife and the medicine cured the disease. 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 surgery and reconstruction center, gained a lot of experience, obtained three of his seven kinds of despair, and your health recovery speed has been accelerated."
"Seven Kinds of Despair No. 3: In order to treat him, his stepmother emptied the family's money. He feels like the most failed person in the world, and his life is a burden."
The task was completed, Han Fei ran directly to the sixth floor without stopping for a moment.
The corridor is quiet. Compared to the other floors, this floor is most similar to a real hospital.
Holding the death knife, Han Fei slowly walked to the Burns and Plastic Surgery Treatment Center. From the outside, this department looked ordinary, nothing unusual.
Reaching out to push the door open, Han Fei found that the department door 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 nose. Han Fei looked inside the department and saw a tall doctor busy next to the operating table.
"Dr. Yan?" Han Fei activated the death knife. When the human knife light came on, the doctor who was originally focused on the operation slowly turned his head, and a somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in Han Fei's field of vision.
Dr. Yan in the deep world does not have his own face, and Han Fei has never known what Dr. Yan looks like, so he is a little unsure.
"You are finally here." Dr. Yan looked at the death knife in Han Fei's hand. The appearance, body, and personality can be replaced, but the knife called death can only be used by Han Fei: "I I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
After Dr. Yan finished speaking, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.
"Attention player No. 0000! You have successfully shattered the despair in the Burn and Plastic Surgery Treatment Center, gained a lot of experience, and obtained four of his seven kinds of despair. Your ability to tolerate negative emotions has been greatly improved."
"The fourth of the seven despairs: He thought about death in the deepest despair, and his soul fell into the flames, but what he didn't know was that he had even lost the right to die."
Dr. Yan He 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 must become the owner of the shrine, but I don't even know where the shrine is now." I was also a little helpless, as this shrine inheritance mission was different from the mission in the Mirror God’s Memory World.
"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 get there. I guess you may need to remember the world. Only if he is accompanied by the owner of the shrine."
"What if he cannot enter this hospital?"
"The person who carries his obsession, regret and despair should be able to do it." 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 get close to the shrine."
< br>"You are a shrine The owner's father?" Doctor Yan looked at Han Fei with surprise on his face: "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. 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 cooperated with Dr. Yan's treatment.
Seeing that Qiangwei was also in the department, a trace of surprise flashed in Han Fei's eyes, but he did not show it: "You and Ah Chong have potential, don't fall behind later, I will take you to leave together. ”
Han Fei still has many questions to ask Dr. Yan, but none of them 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 ID 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 long corridor where the emergency room was.
"The shrine is right there."
There is nothing in the empty corridor except the cold light.
"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 slowly walked towards the emergency room.
The lights dim with each step.
Fu Yi, who was originally quiet in his mind, suddenly began to struggle violently.
Feeling dizzy, Han Fei's mouth and nose began to bleed. 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 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 life, and it seems that I can never finish it in a lifetime.
It was hard to breathe in my lungs, and my eyes were filled with tears for some reason.
Han Fei vaguely 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 belonging to Fu Sheng in his mind suffocated him. The crazy Fu Yi desperately tried to snatch his body, but none of this could stop Han Fei.
Raising his arm slowly, Han Fei pushed open the door of the emergency room. The hospital's answer was here.
All the lights in Building 7 went out in an instant!
Crying prayers came from the walls, and countless souls made wishes at the top of their lungs.
They tried their best to stay, hoping to pray to the gods for even one more second.
The elegy sounded, and divine patterns appeared in the corridor.
Looking at Han Fei standing at the door of the emergency room, and at the souls in the corridor that were engraved in memory and would never dissipate, Dr. Yan sighed softly.
As a doctor, he knows that the corridor at the entrance of the hospital emergency room has heard more devout prayers than the statues of gods. This is the shrine of the world of memory. (End of this chapter)