Chapter 202 Frog Hospital (2) Blue Frog
"Ashes, ashes..."
"Weallfalldown..."
In the darkness, a light humming sound sounded like It sounded far and near, very light and soft, like a lullaby to lull a child to sleep, but lifeless.
Zis remembers that the song is called "Rose Garland", which is a nursery rhyme from the Black Death period and symbolizes "the death of children".
The ashes produced by burning corpses blocked the daylight. Under the gray sky, a group of children covered in red rash gathered together to play games. At the end of the game, they fell together and were beaten by adults in black robes and bird-beak masks. Throw it into the fire...
This kind of grotesque poignancy has been Ziss's aesthetic tendency for a long time in the past, and he naturally read the corresponding stories many times during his childhood.
"Doctor Cheng, wake up...the ward has been tidied up." As the female voice sounded, the humming disappeared.
Chis opened his eyes again and found himself sitting on a bench. The patients around him were gone. Only a nurse in white was looking at him with concern.
The white clothes were still stained with spots of blood, but they were not obvious and not enough to trigger haemorrhage again. However, there was still a trace of bloody smell entering the nasal cavity. I don't know if it was real or an illusion.
Qisi smiled gently: "Maybe it's time to change your clothes and wash them."
The original Cheng An was a "clean" persona. The nurse did not doubt it and said apologetically: " I have washed them many times, but too many people die every day, and the blood cannot be washed away."
Qisi wanted to ask "how did those people die", but in order not to reveal any flaws in the performance. , could only lower his head and remain silent, showing just the right amount of sadness.
The nurse sighed to herself: "Well, our hospital seems to be cursed. Almost every operation patient these days will suffer from severe bleeding. If this continues, what will happen to the next medical evaluation..."< br>
A curse?
Ziss thought of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, but he also knew that the situation in this copy was different. The patient died of massive bleeding during surgery, and it only happened recently - at least there was no problem during the last medical evaluation.
I don’t know if the fact that I, as a surgeon, suddenly suffered from haematosis is related to this incident.
The doctor who saved the life and injured watched the patient die on the operating table. Self-blame and guilt caused psychological shadow. It makes perfect sense logically.
"Don't worry too much, I believe the dean can handle these things." Qisi said with relief, lowered his eyes and said, "It's getting late, I'm going back to the ward."
The brightness in the corridor has dimmed to the color of dusk. The gray lamps cast a dim yellow light, and the scene turned yellow like an old photo that has been stored for a long time.
It's really getting late. The nurse said, "Doctor Cheng, please have a good rest," and turned and walked away.
Qisi also stood up and walked along the corridor that lined the wards.
The corridor of the hospital gave him a dank feeling. The water vapor in the air seemed to have substance. It condensed into fine water droplets when it touched the cold wall. There was wet mud where the floor met the wall, like the bottom of a field pond.
A blue frog jumped out from the gap in the wall where a piece of tile was missing. It stared at Qisi with bulging eyes. Its pale belly was bulging like a dead fish, but there was no sign of it. Make any noise.
Qisi felt that it would feel good to hold this frog in his hand and squeeze it into pieces.
However, considering the name of the hospital, squeezing the frog to death might cause unknown troubles. It was difficult to explain just from the character design - he had no choice but to give up.
Chisi continued to walk forward, and the blue frog seemed completely unaware of his malice, jumping at his feet step by step.
He slowed down, and the frog slowed down. He stopped, and the frog stopped too, always keeping half a step away from him, like a ghost haunting him alone.
He lowered his head and stared at the frog for two seconds, then decided to ignore it and wait for the copy to end before squeezing it to death in the last three minutes.
After turning another corner, a corridor that was the same as before stretched in front of us, with the same dampness and darkness, like a hastily reproduced maze corridor.
Qisi glanced far away and saw a mop leaning on the wall at the door of a room at the end of the corridor.
He walked over quickly and looked at the room number——
[404]
Well, it’s a really meaningful number.
The frog squatted at his feet, his red eyes unblinking. When Qiss opened the door, it jumped in silently, got into the shadow of the corner, and looked at everyone, the scenery and things quietly.
Chiss also walked into the room. A gray-purple rag hung on the bedrail of the hospital bed by the window, and he knew it was his bed.
There are four iron beds neatly arranged in the ward, covered with light blue sheets and bedding, which is a very rare color. There is no curtain between the beds, so there is no privacy at all.
There is a small table in the aisle, with an old-fashioned black telephone on it, and a dark green book that looks like a phone book next to it.
It turns out that Zisi’s previous behavior of asking the caregiver to put the rag on the bed rail was a bit unnecessary. Because he was the last to arrive, the other three beds in the room were already occupied, so we could know which bed he should sleep on based on the elimination method.
A young woman with permed brown semi-long curly hair and wearing a black tights is leaning on the bed closest to the door. Her red lips are holding a cigarette and puffing away smoke, and her eyes are dark. He looked at Qiss vaguely.
"We should all be here by now, please introduce yourself. This is a team survival instance. We are all in a cooperative relationship. There is no need to hide anything."
It seems that everyone living in this ward is a player. . There are no NPCs around, so you can relax a little more when communicating and don't have to worry so much about personality.
The woman's question was straightforward: "What is your name? What do you do in reality? What abilities do you have?"
Qisi read feebly: "My name is Cheng An, and I am from Jiangcheng University. A student majoring in urban management, I am still in my sophomore year. I like reading, love art, am enthusiastic about public welfare, and willing to help others..."
After a set of standard college student interview words, the woman realized that Qisi was uncooperative. There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
"City Management" has nothing to do with this copy, and "Reading" and "Art" are useless. Only a ghost can believe that a clear and stupid college student can survive until now. This self-introduction is obviously defensive. "If you don't want to say it, forget it. It's as if I'm forcing you to say it." The woman exhaled smoke, and the lingering smoke blurred her face into something as ethereal as a dream. "First, let's talk about your identity in this copy, you know. What do you say?"
"Well-" Qisi showed a sincere smile, "I am the surgeon of this 'Blue Frog Hospital', but I suffered from the disease not long ago. I suffered from haemorrhage, and the director, Cheng Ping, asked me to cure the disease first before continuing to work."
He chose the right level of information sharing, conveying that "although he did not want to disclose the actual situation, he was willing to share the information within the team copy. Active cooperation" attitude.
In this way, it seems that the woman's continuous questions are aggressive and unreasonable.
If the woman was unaware, she continued to ask: "How did you get dizzy? Also, have you seen Dean Cheng Ping? Is he a human or a ghost?"
Qisi sat down. On his bed, he shook his head helplessly: "I don't know, the copy didn't tell me. I didn't see Dean Cheng Ping either. A nurse told me the news."
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly: " Have you communicated with the NPC here? "What is the failure rate now?"
Qisi understood that the three people in the ward had probably never seen the nurse who brought him the rag, and they had just arrived. He even entered this copy a little later than him.
He made a look of shame: "My failure rate is still 0. When the nurse found me, I was afraid of exposing my secret, so I didn't dare to talk to her more."
"But I did encounter a strange thing -" he pointed to the frog squatting quietly in the corner. "A blue frog jumped out of the crack in the wall and followed me. I don't know what happened. It’s not an important clue.”
Being happy alone is not as good as being happy together. When you encounter difficult things, you must share them and everyone will die together.
The other two men in the ward looked at the woman in unison, casting questioning glances.
The woman said: "This frog should be very important. No one of us should touch it before we get sufficient clues."
She asked a few more random and rambling questions. Only then did he introduce the people who had arrived early to Qisi one by one.
The woman's name is Huang Xiaofei, and her name doesn't ring true at first sight. He claimed to have cleared thirteen dungeons. In this dungeon, he and a player named Lu Zimo played the role of husband and wife. They came to the hospital to have an abortion, and the operation was scheduled for five days.
She said the word "abortion" calmly and gracefully, as if it was just a trivial matter like a cold or fever, but Lu Zimo on the bed next to her blushed.
Lu Zimo's name is similar to his character. He is wearing a gray coat, with long bangs covering his eyes. He looks gentle and taciturn.
He has cleared eleven dungeons and is Huang Xiaofei’s cousin. The two came in as a team, but they used the team ring produced by the Kyushu Guild.
Next to Qisi’s bed was a fat man in a dark green sweater named Sun Dekuan. He had small eyes, a small nose, thick lips, and a rather honest appearance.
In reality, he was a chef. He entered the game inexplicably and survived to the official pool. His face was still a little pale at the moment, and he was squinting his small eyes and looking around in panic.
Huang Xiaofei doesn’t seem to look down on these players in the ward. She made no secret of the contemptuous attitude in her words during the introduction. The elegance of her gestures makes it difficult for people to feel too much disgust, as if she has such a personality. son.
Of course, Zis hates all smokers equally.
As soon as he saw someone smoking, he remembered the lighter in his hand that was still in his dream. It was the first time in his life that someone took something away, so he would inevitably remember it clearly.
Huang Xiaofei lazily held a cigarette in his mouth and said in a vague voice: "I dare not say how high my level is, but I also ranked first on the newcomer list back then. I estimate that I will clear ten more dungeons. You can have a place on the comprehensive strength list.”
"I've killed hundreds of ghosts, not to mention thousands, since I entered the game. It's probably more than most of you have encountered. As long as you listen to my arrangements wholeheartedly, I will find a way to help you survive."< br>
She put out the cigarette on the bedside table, threw it on the ground, and lay down: "Today is only the first day. It's probably for us to get to know each other. Now that everyone is here, the mission has not been refreshed. Just rest early."
Lu Zimo picked up the cigarette butts, took out a plastic bag from somewhere, and put it away. There was already a lot of bits and pieces of garbage in the plastic bag. I don’t know if it was saved from several copies.
Huang Xiaofei's calm attitude is undoubtedly a placebo. Sun Dekuan's expression improved a little, and he joked as if he knew each other very well: "Xiao Lu, I'm not telling you, your brother-in-law relationship is really good. None of our brothers and sisters are so close."
Lu Zimo made a joke with some embarrassment: "I grew up with my cousin. When my parents were away, she took care of me. I was scared of being beaten by her when I was a child."
Sun Dekuan clapped his hands: "Oh, let me go, it turns out that all the sisters in the world are the same..."
Huang Xiaofei closed her eyes and rested, saying nothing.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a rapid knock on the door, as if urging someone to do something.
A female voice shouted at the top of her lungs: "Lu Zimo, your medicine has arrived!"
Lu Zimo glanced at Huang Xiaofei cautiously. The latter opened his eyes at some point and raised his head towards the door.
He did not dare to neglect and quickly got out of bed to open the door.
The nurse in mottled bloody clothes stood at the door, stuffed a glass jar filled with dark stuff into Lu Zimo's hand, and left without looking back.
At the same time, everyone heard the system announcement.
[The current task has been triggered]
[Current task: cure the disease]
[Task time limit: 5 days]
Thanks to Reese and Fanfanshuomi for the 1,000-point reward! Thanks to Chengan Aba Aba Aba for the 500-point reward! Thanks to the stubborn Cangjie for the 100-point reward!
(End of this chapter)