Chapter 201 Frog Hospital (1) Sickness and Hyperemia
“Quack, quack, quack, quack…”
The sounds of frogs came one after another, coming from all directions, forming a continuous sound. , soaring straight into the sky.
The sound was separated from the building, far away, and appeared distorted due to reverberation, more like the cry of a baby.
Qisi was upset by the noise. He opened his eyes and saw a ceiling covered with mold.
The smell of disinfectant water, unique to hospitals, flooded into his nose. He had just smelled it a few days ago. But this time the smell was even worse, mixed with the faint smell of blood, urine, and the rancid smell of spoiled flesh and blood, which made him almost vomit.
Underneath me is a cold and hard iron bed without a mattress, which is particularly uncomfortable; moving my eyes to the side, I can see a short iron stand with a pair of black Flat frame glasses.
Qisi sat up, his head suddenly felt dizzy, like the feeling of hypoglycemia, and his eyes were filled with white.
He almost fell back onto the bed.
[Copy Name: "Frog Hospital"]
[Dungeon Type: Team Survival]
[Pre-tip: "Life" is born in "Death", "Death" ends in "Life"]
Dungeon information refreshed, frogs croaking It gradually became quieter, and finally fell silent after half a minute. Zeiss's dizziness also eased.
The pre-prompt is still unclear, but new text is quickly refreshed:
[This copy is an advanced role-playing copy, and you need to strictly play your role in this copy. So as not to arouse the suspicion of the NPC in the copy】
[Note: If the NPC's suspicion is aroused, the failure rate will be increased by 5% to 20% depending on the situation]
Is it a role-playing dungeon? It was as if it was tailor-made for him...
Qisi looked at the [Rose Heart] and [Human Skin Mask] in his item list, and did not think Weird Games would be so kind.
It is very unfair to other players to throw him into a multiplayer copy, who has obvious advantages in playing. He didn't believe that other players would have similar attainments to him in terms of acting.
Unless, give him some troublesome negative effects to balance his strength...
The [Failure Rate] column is refreshed in the upper left corner of the sight, and the value behind it is [0%].
The following is followed by a line of notes: [The higher the failure rate, the easier it is to be rejected by the copy world; when the failure rate reaches 100%, it will be judged as a failed pass]
In other words, After a failed performance in this instance, it is not possible to recover by off-site operations like in a normal instance.
Once the failure rate is full, no matter whether he has [Pocket Watch of Destiny], [Curse Pendulum] or [Scarlet Priest], it will be cool or not.
Qisi asked: "What are the specific manifestations of being rejected by the dungeon world?"
[You will be more susceptible to hostility from NPCs and targets from ghosts]
Chis thought for a while and then asked: "Then can you provide specific information about the character I play? Identity, personality and characteristics Something like that."
He waited for two seconds and did not wait for a response. It seems that he has to explore this information by himself.
Chisi noticed that he was covered with a white coat that had already been washed. The cuffs and corners of the clothes that were easily stained were spotless.
It seems that the character he plays is very tidy, which is good news. If he were asked to play a sloppy person, he felt that he could immediately stab himself in the eyes with a cursed pendulum and end his life.
He picked up the white coat, shook it twice, and put it on his body. He saw a plastic sign pinned to the right side of his chest, which was also polished. On the business card inside, the name column is empty, the unit is [Blue Frog Hospital], and the position is [Doctor].
It is not clear which department the doctor is from. The writing on the front was erased with a black pen, and a neat black rectangle was drawn. I don’t know if the game deliberately increases the difficulty, or it is hinting at something.
There was a pen inserted in the pocket next to the plastic sign. After Qisi's eyes glanced at it, a line of prompt text popped up in the void:
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It seems that the name of the playing character can be set by the player. After all, the game still has some bottom lines, and there is no limit on boring places like names.
Ziss was not in a hurry to write his name, but got up from the bed and looked around.
This is an operating room that has obviously been abandoned for a long time. There are various mops, brooms, mattresses, washbasins and other sundries piled in the corners. The walls and corners were quite tidy, and it looked like someone was cleaning them regularly.
The door was ajar, and there was a light on outside. A ray of white light leaked in from the crack in the door, hitting Qisi diagonally.
He pushed the door open and saw rows of wards packed together like refrigerated cabinets in a funeral home. A banner reading "Humans must control themselves" hung from the ceiling.
The walls of the corridor are lined with iron benches, and men and women in hospital gowns sit sporadically.
Without exception, they all had yellow and thin faces, blue blood vessels protruding from their skinny arms, their eyes were sunken and hollow, and their teeth under their pale lips were as burnt as earth, like zombies that had just been dug out of the grave.
Most of them are patients of the Blue Frog Hospital. It’s hard to tell what kind of illness they are suffering from, but they are in poor condition to the naked eye.
After seeing Qiss, the patients looked at each other and a kind of awe mixed with hostility spread in the air. Qiss noticed it and calmly clenched the pendulum on his right wrist.
Fortunately, due to some unknown deterrent, these patients did not show any intention of causing medical trouble except to remain silent.
Qisi also pretended not to see them and looked at the promotional posters hanging on the wall.
The most eye-catching poster is a portrait of a middle-aged man in a white coat, black-rimmed glasses, and a kind smile. From the small print below, we can tell that this person is called "Cheng Ping" and he is the director of this hospital. long.
The remaining posters are all certificates and banners obtained by the hospital. They are nothing more than saving lives, rejuvenating people, or meeting health standards and medical qualifications. The place where the date should be written is blank.
Qisi retreated into the room, avoiding the sight of the patients, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Cheng Ping" on the name bar of the badge.
The next second, the word "平" dissipated like ink falling into a bucket, and a line of prompt text popped up:
[You cannot have the same name as an important NPC in the dungeon]
Well, it seems that the dean is the key figure.
Qisi wrote the word "an" in the blank space behind "Cheng" - [Cheng An].
This name seems to be closely related to Dean Cheng Ping. Although I don’t know if it will affect the recognition of NPCs, it’s not a bad idea to give it a try.
Then he picked up the glasses on the iron stand and put them on. The prescription of these glasses was not high, and he got used to it after only being dizzy for a moment, and he even felt that the world was much clearer. He adjusted his appearance in front of the iron fire door, and the reflective iron sheet reflected his face wearing a human skin mask. He is elegant and elegant, with a touch of dark red in his pupils, looking like a college student majoring in liberal arts.
After getting ready, Zis pushed the door open again.
A nurse wearing a mask walked through another corridor. When she saw him, her eyes lit up and she quickly changed direction and walked towards him.
The nurse was wearing old white clothes, stained with stains of blood that could not be washed away. Standing on the street was definitely not associated with "saving lives and healing the wounded", but more like a perverted murderer cosplaying as a nurse.
Chisi looked at her, feeling dizzy for no reason, and the feeling of hypoglycemia came up again.
The nurse stood in front of Qisi and asked with concern: "Dr. Cheng, are you feeling better after resting? You suddenly fainted on the operating table. We are all worried about you."
Zeiss then understood that he was sent to the abandoned operating room to take a rest after fainting.
Judging from the nurse's attitude, the character he plays is very popular, but I don't know whether he is the cold-on-the-outside, hot-on-the-inside type, or whether he is the same on the outside and on the inside.
Considering that he had just passed out once, he held his forehead and smiled palely and weakly: "It's better, thank you."
The failure rate has not increased, it seems that he set Well done.
The nurse said hesitantly: "The director already knows about your situation. He suggests that you stop working first, receive treatment with peace of mind, and then go to the operating table after you are cured."
Chiss lowered his head and said nothing.
It seems that he fainted not because of fatigue or hypoglycemia, but because of some kind of disease. In real life, the illness is gone, but in the dungeon, the illness continues. In a sense, it is quite humorous.
But what is his illness in this copy?
The nurse did not wait for a reply. She just assumed that Qisi was dissatisfied with the dean's arrangement. She raised her right fist and said: "Comrade Cheng An, we all know that you work hard, but you can't chop wood by mistake when you sharpen your knife." Work, you can only continue to fight on the front line after you have recovered your health.”
“The dean has made the decision, and the bed is available for you, the same one as before.”
[Current mission has been refreshed]
[Current mission: Check into the ward as a "patient"]
Qisi's words of refusal stopped on his lips, and he wanted to ask, "Who is 'that' ”, but once you do this, the failure rate will definitely increase.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." He nodded, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Has all my work been handed over?"
"The operation has been handed over to Wan Doctor, just relax and recuperate." The nurse's voice said with a smile, "If you really can't stay idle, just come with me for ward rounds."
This was exactly what Chiss wanted.
He smiled and said "Okay", and went straight to the nurse who was mopping the floor in the corner of the corridor with a mop. He said politely: "Excuse me, when you have finished mopping the floor, could you please put the mop in?" Put it at the door of my ward? I want to clean it myself."
The nurse smiled and said, "Dr. Cheng, you are so polite. I will just drag it for you when the time comes."
"Oh, just don't worry about it." The nurse said with a smile, "Dr. Cheng has such a personality, he has to take care of his own hygiene before he can rest assured."
Qisi added with a smile: "If possible, I won't bother you anymore. Will you hang the rag on my bed rail?"
After the nurse responded, she also joked a few words.
When there is less information known, the more you say, the more likely you are to be wrong. Zeiss acted as if he had just woken up and was still very weak, and maintained a peaceful silence.
He always felt that the style of this dungeon was different from the several dungeons he had experienced in the past. The NPC's behavior is too natural and real. It doesn't seem weird, but like a living person.
If he reveals a flaw, there is a high probability that he will not be able to get through as easily under the cognitive distortion of the weird game as he did in the past.
The nurse held a registration book with a white background and a yellowish background, and entered each ward for rounds. Qisi followed closely behind her and explored the environment and personnel conditions.
He found that the decoration of the wards was simple and there were no facilities such as showers, toilets, and televisions. However, there were radios on the bedside tables in several rooms, which were from the last century.
Most of the patients looked hungry and looked like they had been hungry for a long time. Along the way, you can see many pregnant women. Their bellies are only slightly bulging. They are far from the time to give birth. They don't know why they are here.
The operating room is next to the end of the corridor. The rusty door is covered with gray and black stains, and the tiles on the edges have been damaged and fallen off. There is an unsettling sense of age.
Sitting on the chair outside the door was a skinny man, probably a family member of the patient.
Qisi walked closer, and the noisy frog sound sounded in his ears again, but if you listen carefully, it sounded like a baby's cry.
The sound seemed to come from the operating room.
He frowned slightly and stood next to the bench. Just as he was about to chat with the man, the iron door of the operating room suddenly opened in front of him.
The hospital bed wrapped in a human figure was pushed out, accompanied by words such as "hemorrhage" and "death", which gave people a sense of suffocation.
And more Qisi can no longer hear clearly.
He saw large bright red blood stains seeping out from the white sheets, and they were smeared in front of his eyes like free paint, quickly occupying his entire sight.
The frog croaked loudly, and his brain seemed to be filled with countless pieces of iron, banging and making sounds all the time. Red and white colors flickered before his eyes, like a malfunctioning electrical screen, before falling into complete darkness after a few seconds.
Qisi fell forward, and at the same time, he finally knew what kind of disease he was suffering from in this copy - or what the negative state was.
Sickness.
It’s really funny that a doctor who was about to perform an operation suffered from syncope.
It’s a pity that Qisi can’t laugh for the time being.
At the last second before his consciousness sank, he had only one thought in his mind: If he wanted to kill someone next, would he have to consider a bloodless method?
Thanks to my name, An Tusheng, for the 1,200-point reward! Thanks to Qi Zhining, Lis, and Fu Shichensheng for the 100-point reward! (I finally suppressed the new copy in a state of extreme madness. Who knows whether it is a god or shit?)
(End of this chapter)
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